Christmas Wishes (novella)

by Cahill, Rhian

  Christmas Wishes

  CHRISTMAS WISHES

  Rhian Cahill

  This Christmas, Santa is granting wishes these two friends never knew they had.

  Helping his best friend photograph a bunch of hyperactive kids is suddenly the least of Dean Hall’s problems when he sees the costume Talli wants him to wear. No guy in his right mind wants to be seen in a pair of tights.

  Talli Jarmen isn’t above a little subterfuge when she’s desperate for help. But getting Dean’s assistance proves to be more than she bargained for when she sees him decked out in the naughtiest Christmas costume she’s ever laid eyes on. She's never thought about Dean that way, but seeing him practically naked has her questioning their ‘friends only’ status. But wanting more is dangerous. Are they willing to risk all they have for what could be?

  For Mum H, Mum C and Trud, finally a story you can all read with my blessing.

  To Cari, thanks for holding my hand.

  For the ‘real’ Dean, this one’s for you.

  To Mr.C, you’re always on my wish list.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Excerpt from In Safe Hands

  Excerpt from Grease Monkey Jive

  Excerpt from Chaos Born

  Chapter One

  The squeak of brakes and the blare of a horn told Dean he was out of time.

  “Shit.”

  Dean opened the top drawer of his dresser where empty space greeted him. The second drawer proved no better. Frowning, he spun around in search of his laundry bag.

  “Shit.” He’d forgotten to pick it up at the Laundromat yesterday.

  The horn blasted again.

  Dean tugged a clean pair of jeans from their hanger and stepped into them. In spite of the summer heat, shorts weren’t a good idea seeing how he’d be swinging in the breeze and the last thing he wanted was a wayward little kid’s hand finding its way up his pant leg. Hopefully the bulk of his time would be spent inside the daycare center where the air conditioning would be pumping out cool air. A longer horn blast sounded as his watch beeped.

  “Shit!”

  Dean grabbed a t-shirt and shoved his feet into runners as he rushed from the room. He picked up his wallet and keys as he passed the kitchen counter, but lost his grip on both when he flung open the front door. On the fly, he exited the house while his wallet and keys flew back inside a second before the door slammed shut.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit.” He spun around to stare at the locked door.

  Behind him, Talli tooted her horn again. Dean looked skyward. This day was going from bad to worse. And for the first time in history, Tallitha Jarmen wasn’t running late.

  Dean unlocked his fingers and let go of the oh-shit handle in Talli’s car. She wasn’t a good driver at the best of times, add in some heavy traffic due to the Christmas rush and a deadline that meant kids would be disappointed if she didn’t show up, and Talli was downright dangerous.

  “Jesus. We’ll be lucky if we get there in one piece,” he mumbled under his breath.

  “I heard that.” She swung the wheel to the left and he grabbed the handle again. “As much as you dig at my driving, I’ve never had an accident that was my fault you know.”

  Dean snorted. “Might not have been by the law, but woman, you’re like an oil spill. Get just a little too close and the shit hits the fan.”

  “Just for that you can walk home,” she huffed.

  He laughed. “Now where have I heard that one before…?”

  Talli looked away from the road long enough to poke her tongue out and give him heart failure.

  “Watch the damn road, woman!”

  “I’m watching, I’m watching.” He cringed as she zipped around a slow car without indicating. “Anybody would think I’d barely passed my driver’s test.”

  “You did barely pass and if you hadn’t worn a low cut blouse and mini-skirt you wouldn’t have.”

  Their birthdays were a week apart so they’d gone for their licenses together, just one of many milestones they’d shared over the years. When Talli turned up at his house in a black leather mini and white tie-front shirt he’d known right then regardless of her driving skills she’d be the one coming home with a license. He’d been right too. Dean had failed and had to re-sit the test the following week. The memory put a smile on his face and distracted him long enough for them to reach their destination without any more heart palpitations.

  “We’re here.” Talli braked hard, sending them both jolting forward. “Now once we get inside, I’ll show you where to get changed.”

  “Changed?”

  “And then we’ll get down to taking the pictures.”

  She was out of the car and heading for the trunk before he could get another word out. Changed? What did she mean by changed? Dean tried to recall the original conversation as he climbed out of the car, but for the life of him he didn’t remember anything about changing. He didn’t have any more time to dwell on it though; as soon as he reached the back of the car, Talli began shoving small boxes of equipment at him. Left with the choice of dropping them or holding on, he did the only thing he could and held on tight. With arms full, he followed Talli into the building.

  And walked into utter chaos.

  The noise level was deafening and there were kids running everywhere. Dean tensed, waiting for impact. He clamped his arms tighter around the boxes, the cardboard squashing a little under the pressure, but nothing happened. It was only after peering around his armload that he noticed the conveniently place pool fencing just inside the front door. Someone had obviously thought the kids needed a corral and, while that might not be politically correct, it certainly seemed true.

  Glancing around, Dean could see only four adults in the room. They were outnumbered by at least twenty children ranging from crawlers to those racing full speed on tiny legs. He shuddered at the thought of going in, but knew he had no hope of escape now he was here. His knowledge of kids came from television and the occasional encounter at the supermarket. The next few hours would certainly prove to be an education. A harried looking woman rushed over, dodging kids as she made her way towards them.

  “Oh, good. You’re here.” The woman leaned over the fence and took one of the boxes from Dean.

  “Sorry we’re late.”

  “No worries, Talli. This way. I’ll show you where to set up and where you can get changed.”

  With enviable skill, the woman juggled the box, then took a couple of bags from Talli, and popped the child-proof lock on the gate. Talli nudged him through ahead of her. Smart woman. He was more than ready to bolt back to the car and lock himself inside. At that moment one of the kids lying on the floor let out a blood curdling scream, but as none of the adults rushed to his side Dean figured there wasn’t an imminent medical emergency. He’d taken another couple of steps when two boys raced past him, the first cutting in behind him to run full circle around him.

  Dean dodged, stumbled, and the boxes in his arms teetered. It took no more than a second, but seemed like a lifetime. The top box slipped. He lunged forward with a grunt just as the woman in front turned around. Demonstrating an athletic ability to rival any Olympian, she scooped the top box from the pile and steadied the remaining ones with her shoulder.

  “Sorry about that.” She turned to the boys playing tag around his legs. “Joshua Bowmen and Nathan Bicknell, take yourselves outside if you’re going to play tag.”

  To Dean’s surprise, both boys took off across the room, hollering and hooting as they went out the open doors. H
e could see more kids outside and again fought the urge to flee. Talli nudged him from behind; there was no getting out of what he’d agreed to do.

  “Keep going. It’ll be a rush to be ready before the parents get here as it is. Don’t need you dawdling.” She bumped him again. “C’mon, Dean, move it.”

  With only one choice, he followed the woman in front. They crossed the room full of kids and moved into a larger one filled with rows and rows of seats. The area in front of the chairs was set up with a large Christmas tree and a throne that was obviously meant for Santa. A rock settled in Dean’s stomach and he turned his head to look at Talli.

  “Tell me I am not dressing up as Santa,” he growled.

  Her eyes rounded as her gaze darted to meet his. Talli shook her head. “No. You’re n-not Santa.”

  Okay, that was good. So why did the look on her face make the rock sink deeper? They reached the front of the room and there was no more time to press for details.

  “I thought you could set up over here behind the tree.” The woman put the bags and boxes down. “That way the little ones won’t get into any of your equipment and you’re close to it for when we do the Santa pictures. You can use my office and the storeroom to get changed.”

  “Thanks, Em.” Talli moved passed him. “Speaking of Santa, did he arrive yet?”

  “Yeah,” Em grumbled. “I cannot believe that man is going to hold me to my promise.”

  Talli laughed. “C’mon, one date with Wade won’t kill you.”

  “No, but it might kill him.” Em smiled. “I’m sure I’ll survive. You know where everything is, but yell if you need something.”

  “I think I’ve got everything, but thanks. We’ll get set up.”

  Dean placed his load of boxes on the floor behind the tree. A closer look at the branches showed the decorations were handmade and he smiled at the misshapen, brightly colored snowmen, reindeer, and Santas. On the very top was an oversized star made of tinfoil. Smiling, he turned to point them out to Talli, only she didn’t give him a chance.

  “Here.” She shoved a plastic bag at him. “That’s a storeroom. You can get changed in there and I’ll use Em’s office.”

  He took the bag, but before he could look inside Talli moved behind him and placed both hands on his back. She gave him a hard shove and he had to step forward or fall on his face. Pushing until she’d maneuvered him into the small room, Dean found himself shut in before he could spin around and protest. Resigned to the inevitable, he open the bag and pulled out the item on top. Dean sucked in a breath.

  “No.” She hadn’t.

  Dropping the red and green bundle on the floor, he reached into the bag for the next piece.

  “Hell no.” She couldn’t have.

  Dean tipped the bag up and stared as a pile of red, green, and white velvet and fur at his feet. What the hell was Talli thinking? There was no way he was putting that thing on. Especially seeing how there didn’t appear to be enough material to cover his extra large body. He used his foot to spread the costume out and almost choked when he got a good look at the pants, or more accurately – tights.

  “Talli!”

  Chapter Two

  Talli was across the room when she heard Dean bellow her name. Cringing, she glanced over her shoulder to check he wasn’t coming after her. She’d deliberately left out the part about the costume. He never would have agreed to be her assistant if she’d mentioned it and she was desperate. The month of December always proved difficult to get help because all the university students she usually hired were off enjoying the summer sun. To make matters worse, her fulltime assistant was out with the chicken pox, caught from twins they’d photographed earlier in the month.

  She ducked into Em’s office and shut the door. Not wasting any time, Talli pulled her costume out of her backpack and began to change. A shaft of guilt stabbed at her middle. She hadn’t wanted to deceive Dean, but she’d been out of options and knew he’d never agree to help if she’d given him the full details. The look on his face when she’d mentioned the children’s Christmas concert she’d be photographing had been more than enough to shut her up when she’d asked him to be her temporary assistant.

  Dressed in her outfit, Talli folded her clothes and put them in her bag. Her elf costume had grown a little tighter since last year, and a little faded, but it didn’t look bad so it would get through one more Christmas season. Hopefully she wouldn’t be doing any seasonal work next year; if her business continued to grow at the rate it had this past twelve months there’d be no more sticky fingers or lecherous Santas in her future. Okay maybe she’d keep the sticky fingers. She loved photographing kids. There was an innocence about them that the lens seemed to intensify.

  Talli stashed her backpack in the corner of Em’s office before heading back to her equipment. First, she set up the video camera on a tripod in the back of the room, well behind the last row of seats. With Dean’s height he’d have no trouble seeing over the top of everyone’s heads so she extended the tripod as high as it would go. Stretching up onto her toes, Talli set the controls how she wanted them and made sure the camera was locked in place. All Dean had to do was hit record and make sure no one bumped into the stand.

  She glanced over at the storeroom door. He still hadn’t come out and Talli began to panic that he’d left while she was getting changed. Weaving through the chairs, she headed across the room. Before she knocked, Talli put her ear to the door, but she couldn’t hear anything. Straightening, she brought her hand up and tapped her knuckles on the door twice.

  “Dean?”

  Scuffling came from behind the barrier before it opened an inch.

  “Are you ready?” Talli glanced at the big clock on the wall behind her. “We’ve got ten minutes before they start bringing in the parents.”

  “I can’t wear this getup in public,” Dean growled.

  “It’s not that bad.”

  “Yes it is.”

  “Oh, c’mon.”

  “See for yourself.” Dean cracked the door wider and his big hand shot out to wrap around her wrist. With a hard yank, he pulled her inside and slammed the door.

  Talli stumbled forward and grabbed a shelf to keep from face-planting on the linoleum floor. “Jesus, Dean, take it easy.” She gained her balance and spun around.

  She tried not to laugh, and only managed by sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. He looked like a red and green candy cane. The tunic-style top molded to his chest like paint. Every ridge, every slope, every gorgeous centimeter of his buff torso was outlined for the entire world to see. Laughing was suddenly the furthest thing from her mind. He tugged at the hem. “It’s too small. The damn thing is made for a midget.”

  Dean certainly wasn’t a midget. At six foot five inches he fell more in the giant category. Talli surveyed the top. It should have reached his thighs but the shirt barely brushed his belly. Overall it wasn’t that bad, definitely too small, but it should be okay as long as he didn’t move around too much and split a seam. Her gaze was drawn to the section of flesh just below the shirt and above the green pants. He’d be flashing his washboard abs for anyone caring to look and the tights were a little…

  Oh god.

  Talli tried not to stare. Tried to take a breath, but couldn’t. Tight didn’t begin to describe the pants. She’d thought his chest was well displayed. His top half had nothing on the bottom. He was packing to the right. And oh dear lord was he packing. Sweat broke out on her skin, warmth pooled in her lower belly, and all her girly bits stood at attention. Like every other part of him, Dean’s cock was on the large size. Extra large. Her mouth watered, her sex clenched, and her breasts grew heavy, her nipples hardening.

  This was the closest she’d come to seeing Dean naked since the eighth grade when they’d gone skinny dipping in the local lake. He hadn’t been as well developed then. Or as big. She swallowed, her throat dry as a desert and just as rough. A strangled moan caught in her chest. All the air seemed to have been sucked from
the tiny room. Talli licked her lips and tried to speak. The noise that emerged sounded like a frog – one suffering from strep throat.

  Dean moved closer. He leaned down and put his face next to hers, his mouth brushed her cheek, his warm breath flowing over her skin, tickling her ear. “You keep looking at me like that and there’s absolutely no way I’m going to be leaving this room without getting arrested.”

  Her gaze met his as a shiver traveled down her spine. Heat blazed in his dark brown eyes, the amber flecks sparking. “I…I…” Talli had no idea what she meant to say.

  He stepped away and swept his hand through the air from his chest to his thighs. “I’m not going out there in these.”

  Talli shook her head. “No, no, you can’t go out there dressed like that.” Not if I and every other female in the room are going to remain sane.

  Her gaze searched the room and landed on the jeans crumpled on the floor. They were rucked up as though he’d pushed them down and stepped straight out. Only something wasn’t right. She moved her gaze across the floor to Dean’s bare feet. Slowly she raised her eyes up his legs. The green material stretched over his calves, drew thinner over his knees and clung to his thick thighs and narrow hips. And that’s when it hit her.

  No panty line.

  As a woman she was intimately acquainted with panty lines. Talli glanced at his jeans and back again. She sucked in a breath as a shudder racked her, quickly followed by a wave of heat.

  “Are you commando?” she whispered.

  “Shit.” His hands covered his groin, but not before she saw the large bulge twitch and move up a size. “I forgot to pick up my laundry.”

  It was typical Dean. What wasn’t typical was Talli’s desire to place her hands over his, to push his aside and cup that extra large – and growing larger – appendage in her palm. Her skin tingled and more heat flushed her from head to toe. Moisture soaked her panties as her inner walls filled with blood and want. She was lusting after her best friend. Not a new thing, but it had never blindsided her like this before. The man was drop dead gorgeous and always had been. She’d be a liar if she said she’d never thought about him in a sexual way. But her desire had never been this blatant – this sharp.