Daddy’s Wild Girl (Montana Daddies #16)

Epilogue

“ I can’t believe I’m going to meet Santa.” She was so nervous. She knew it was silly, but she couldn’t help it. “Are you sure he will like me?”

A week had passed since their run-in with Sebastian. In two days’ time, they were going to travel to meet Corbin’s family.

And she was still so nervous.

But right now, she just was focused on Santa. And her Christmas wish list.

She’d written it out over the last few nights and she was all set.

Bebe didn’t want much. Just for Christmas with Corbin’s family to go well. A new bed for Nutters, some squirrel socks, and a snowmobile. An extra fast one. So she could fly through the snow.

Oh, she was so excited about that!

That was if Santa liked her. She still wasn’t entirely convinced he would.

“Hey.” Corbin cupped her cheeks between his hands. “Santa will love you.”

“But what if he thinks I’ve been a bad girl . . . you know, because of Sebastian?”

True to Ed’s word, there had been no repercussions for her.

Well, except for the nightmares and some PTSD.

“That wasn’t your fault, and of course, Santa doesn’t blame you. If he does, I’ll take care of it.”

“Hey, you can’t ruin Santa’s life like you’re doing to the asshole’s.”

Apparently, he’d just lost his job and his car had been repossessed. And Corbin had plans for his house, too.

She should possibly feel bad.

But she really, really didn’t.

Perhaps Santa really would bring her coal for her stocking. Which was hanging up on the mantel.

Their new cabin wouldn’t be ready for a while. Bebe was banned from doing any work on it until her foot was all better which was going to take some time.

Maybe she could ask Santa for a new foot?

Fifteen minutes later, Corbin carried her on his hip into Clint’s living room. She’d be embarrassed if Ellie wasn’t being carried the same way ahead of them on Bear’s hip.

Bear looked intimidating but she’d learned that he was actually a big softie.

As they walked in, everyone called out greetings. It would have been extremely overwhelming if she hadn’t gotten to know everywhere over these last few weeks. She greeted them shyly, before burying her face against Corbin’s neck.

When it was her turn to see Santa, she wouldn’t let go of Corbin. She didn’t know where Clint was, she hadn’t seen him or Annabel yet, which was kind of weird.

“Oh, ho, ho, a shy Little girl. It’s okay, Little one,” Santa told her. “Your Daddy can sit with us.”

Corbin sat on the sofa next to Santa with her on his lap.

“Have you got a wishlist for me?” Santa boomed.

She held it out, sneaking a peek at him. He was a good-looking Santa. A bit tired looking, but she guessed that was understandable at this time of year.

And whoa, that was a weird way to think about Santa.

“Well, this is a short and interesting list. I think we can handle the first few. But that last one . . . well, I think your Daddy might not like it if Santa brought you a snowmobile.”

“Daddy would not,” Corbin said firmly.

Well. Bummer.

Her bottom lip dropped into a pout.

“But maybe if Daddy was driving it, then it would be okay,” Corbin whispered to her.

She smiled.

“Ahh, I see that for Christmas, you got yourself a Daddy who will do anything for you,” Santa said. “That’s good, because you deserve a Happy-Ever-After, Little girl.”

“Thanks, Santa.”

Corbin walked up to his girl, who was standing and leaning against the window.

Seven weeks had passed since they’d been kidnapped and she’d had to kill Sebastian.

Her foot had healed up. But her mind was taking a bit longer.

He knew they’d get her there. But he still made some noise as he moved up behind her. She was on her phone, but she smiled over her shoulder at him.

He didn’t know why she’d been so nervous about meeting his family. They’d all adored her and had made plans to come visit in the spring.

Grasping hold of her, he turned her toward the sofa and pushed her over the back of it so she was bent over.

Then he grabbed hold of her pants and drew them down. He couldn’t wait until the weather was warmer and he could dress her in skirts.

He heard her suck in a breath. “What’s that, Shakespeare? No, I’m fine. Yep. All good.”

Hmm. Just good? He’d make her better. He tossed away her pants and panties and pushed her legs wide.

Then he buried his face in her pussy.

Ahh, fucking heaven.

“Okay, Shakespeare! Yep, I’ve got to go. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.”

He had to smile. His girl wasn’t good at multitasking. Unlike him. He could easily watch television while she sucked him off. Or sat on his lap with his dick buried in her pussy.

Hmm. That sounded like an excellent way to spend the evening.

“Corbin . . . I have to . . . watch something on . . . the news,” she said.

Sounded perfect to him.

He stood and lifted her up, carrying her around so they were in front of the sofa. Then he sat and undid his jeans, pulling them and his boxers off.

He patted his lap. “Come on. Come here.”

She was blushing slightly, but the truth is that she loved it when he bossed her around during sex. Especially when he would just walk up to her and bend her over a piece of furniture or command her to do something.

It got his girl going.

So she ended up in his lap, his dick in her pussy as they both watched the television screen.

His finger played with her clit, and he heard her breath hitch as someone familiar came onto the screen. The interviewer held a microphone to an older, thin woman who was standing with a bigger man. The man was beaming while the woman looked tearful.

Who was she?

“I just can’t believe it,” she said with a small sob. “It’s like some sort of miracle. My husband lost his job, we had nothing, we were going to end up on the streets, and then a month before Christmas, someone approached us, offering us both jobs in this bakery and now . . . and now they’re helping us work toward owning the bakery!”

“It really is amazing,” the husband said. “And we can’t thank our secret benefactor enough. What they’ve done for us . . . it’s been an absolute wish come true.”

That’s when it clicked and he sat up straighter, ignoring the reporter as they rattled on about a good Samaritan who was going around helping the people of San Francisco.

“She was in Callahan’s Pub that night we were there,” he said, sliding Bebe off his dick and turning her around to face him. “She made a wish in the wishing tree.”

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him lightly. “Still don’t believe in the power of the wishing tree?”

“Hmm. Well, I might just start to believe.” He eyed her curiously. “Why did Shakespeare call you, though? How did he know you met her?”

“Um, well, maybe because I helped her wish come true. Just a bit.”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve got this huge trust fund and I don’t want to use it for myself, so . . .”

“So you use it to help people’s wishes come true.”

“It’s not much. I just supply some cash and the Duke and his team do the rest.”

“I disagree, baby,” he told her. “I think it’s everything.”

“However, I made a wish months ago and it’s come true,” she told him.

“That’s right. What did you wish for?” he asked curiously.

“I wished to be happy and safe and loved.”

“And you are, my darling. You really, really are.”