Chapter 3 Papa

D ecember 3 rd —

“My Bess,” I groaned, thrusting faster as I buried deep in my woman. We waited all morning to get time alone, and now that I had her in bed, I couldn’t resist feeling her silken walls suck me in.

In the nearly four years since we’d met, not a bit of the attraction or desire we felt for one another had faded. Sure, I might need a little encouragement for my dick to join the party on some nights, but I didn’t have to take a pill to get hard.

My Bess turned me on so much that it was never an issue. Thank fuck. So, Rael, Exorcist, Hannibal, and anyone else who doubted my cock still worked could fuck right off. I had stamina and skills they could only dream about having at my age.

Bess rocked backward into my thighs as she moaned.

“That’s it, Sugar Lips,” I encouraged her. “Find that perfect spot and take your pleasure from me.”

My ol’ lady loved to be fucked on all fours. She got off on how deeply I filled her and how hard I could drive into her with this position. I had to admit, watching her sexy ass jiggle as I held onto her hips had become a favorite of mine too.

My woman had the best ass, hands down. Firm, jiggly, and smooth as silk. I fucking loved her soft, creamy skin and how my palms glided along her curves. Gripping Bess’s hips, I tugged her toward me, feeling my balls tingle.

“Play with your clit. Get off before I come in my favorite pussy.”

“You’re only pussy,” she reminded me as her thighs shook.

My Bess was getting close. Her fingers strummed her clit as I continued to pump my hips, noting the slick, sticky fluid coating my cock. She did this often, creaming us both as she came—another in a long list of things I enjoyed about my ol’ lady.

“My one and only,” I confirmed with conviction. No woman mattered but my Bess.

She cried my name a few seconds later, squeezing my cock so fucking hard that I shuddered, spilling into her, as we rode that wave of bliss at the same moment. It never got old.

Nothing with Bess ever did.

I pulled out of her and rolled over, catching my breath as I reached for her, gently gliding my fingers down the slope of her back before I gripped her ass and hauled her closer, tucking her beneath my chin.

“You’re feeling cuddly,” she murmured.

“It’s hard to resist feelin’ your sexy body against mine,” I reminded her. “Been that way since the first night.”

Bess smirked as she lifted her head. “You know what? You’re right. That feeling is mutual.”

“Is it now?”

“You know it’s the truth.”

I did. My Bess was as addicted to me as I was to her. My sweet little mama, all sugar, warmth, and love. Fuck, I was a lucky man.

“Well, I think most of Tonopah knows how you feel, my love. You aren’t quiet about it when I’m fucking you.”

She slapped my chest. “Jayce.”

A deep chuckle rumbled my chest. Even my Reaper got a kick out of that.

“Let’s hope Noah didn’t hear anything.”

After a big breakfast, our boy retreated to his room, stuck his headphones over his ears, and turned on his Xbox. I knew he didn’t hear us because when he played games, he didn’t notice shit.

“You’re so naughty, saying that to rile me up.”

Smirking, I squeezed her bottom, sliding a finger between her cheeks and lower, right into her slick pussy. “What a mess you made down there, Babe. I can feel all the cum.”

“Then you should clean me up.”

“What if I just want to make you dirty again?”

She rolled onto her back, tugging me with her. Her thighs opened, and I added another finger, slowly pumping the digits in and out as her pussy made wicked wet sounds. I lowered my head, nipping at one of her erect nipples, teasing the soft flesh with my tongue.

“My Papa,” she rasped, arching her back and rolling her hips.

“So fucking needy.” I withdrew my fingers, licked them clean, and lined up my dick, teasing her opening as she bucked. “Hey, now. Stay still so I can shove my cock in you.”

She bit her lip, shaking her head. “Your pillow talk needs work.”

Oh? “What about my dick?”

“Oh, he’s perfect.”

Yeah, I thought so.

It was another hour before we showered and left the bedroom, walking past Noah’s door. He hadn’t opened it since we last saw him, so I knew my boy was busy. I heard him talking to his friends on the mic and led Bess downstairs.

Savage hopped up as soon as he saw us, wagging his tail. He’d parked his butt by his bowls, knowing I’d give him treats as soon as I saw him. He wasn’t wrong. I spoiled the fuck out of my dog. It got worse when Bess, Noah, and I got the new house together. Now, Savage was as far from his name as possible. I didn’t think he was capable of doing anything but eating, pooping, demanding affection, and expecting treats.

“Savage, no.” I tried to be strong.

He knew it wouldn’t last. A whine left his throat before he stared up at me with those big chocolate-brown eyes.

“No,” I repeated. “You’ve got food.”

Bess giggled. “He knows you’ll give in.”

“That’s because he’s an asshole.” He came by it naturally since I helped create the monster he became.

Savage barked. Twice.

“Oh, Papa. He’s a good boy.” Her voice got all squishy and sweet, and Savage opened his mouth, his tongue flopping out as he tilted his head. “Aw. He’s not even begging.”

No, he didn’t need to beg anymore. I gave in because he was cute and intelligent, and maybe he wasn’t that much of an asshole after all. “Come here, Savage.”

He trotted over to us, lifting his head to gaze into my eyes with love that only animals could convey. There was just something about their unconditional affection and joy that made life better. Savage did that for us. Our family loved this dog so fucking much.

“Fine.” I gave in, giving him a few treats.

His nose bumped into my hand, and I gave him one more.

“That’s it.”

A whine left his throat.

“This is it. I mean it.”

After three more treats, a few strokes of his fur, and a bark, he left out the back door to take care of business.

Bess shook her head. “You’re such a softie.”

“Shhh. Don’t tell anyone.”

Her lips brushed my jaw. “I promise.”

Later in the afternoon, I heard a knock on the front door, and I opened it, grinning, when I spotted Mammoth, Rowen, Jakey, and little Jonah.

“Give me my new nephew,” I demanded, holding my hands open for the newest Riggs family member.

Rowen gently placed him in my arms, and I cradled his tiny body to my chest, cooing at him as his big blue eyes stared up at me. “He loves it when you do that.”

“So did Colter,” I replied, thinking of my son when he was born. Many years ago, I held Colter in a similar way, marveling at the new life I’d created. I had such a short time with him. Only seventeen years. As I stepped back and let my family in, I swallowed down the memories that were so hard to handle this time of year.

Rowen placed her hand on my arm and squeezed. “I bet. The love of family is all around you, Papa.”

She was right.

I nodded, leading them into my living room. Jakey rushed upstairs to Noah’s room, and I heard him knock before he entered. They’d find a game on Xbox or something else to occupy their time.

Mammoth and Rowen sat opposite me on the other couch.

Bess rushed in from the kitchen. “Mammoth! Rowen! I’m so glad you stopped by.”

The women fell into easy conversation, and Mammoth, my cousin Waylen, moved to give them room. He sat on the end of the sofa, not too far from me, and ticked his chin at his son.

“Who would have thought I’d have a baby this late in life?”

I grinned. “It’s never too late.”

He arched a brow. “You and Bess?”

“No,” I laughed, “but we sure practice enough.”

Mammoth snorted. “That’s what got me here.”

“You love it.”

“I do.” He sat back, eyeing me as I held his son.

I could tell something else was on his mind. “What is it?”

“Rael.”

“Eh, he’s always a pain in the ass.”

“Yeah, but he’s stirrin’ shit up.”

I shrugged. “So?”

“It’s about you.”

I frowned. “What the fuck is he sayin’?”

“He’s spreadin’ around that you’re keepin’ the Santa Clause role this year since you’ve gone all white in your hair and beard.”

That little shit. “I’ve got an idea about that. Gonna set him straight.”

“Oh?” Mammoth looked doubtful.

“I’m gonna buy some of that comb in hair and beard dye. Blend it in so it looks natural but more salt and pepper than Santa. Well, more pepper at least.”

He nodded. “Not a bad idea. I like it.”

“Then Rael can shut the fuck up.”

“He won’t,” Mammoth chuckled, “but since I want to be Santa this year, I’ll agree with you.”

“You do?” That was a surprise.

“Sure. Rowen even bought me a new red suit.”

I couldn’t help cracking a grin. “That sounds perfect.”

“It’s about time we turn the tables on Rael. Give him a Christmas he won’t forget,” Mammoth added.

“Oh, you got some ideas? Because whatever fucked up shit you’re thinkin’, I’m in.”

His deep laughter filled the room. “Yeah, you’re gonna like this one.”

“WHAT IS IT, JAKEY?” I asked, gesturing to the extra chair at my desk so he would feel invited to sit down.

“I saw Santa Claus kiss my Mama,” he fumed.

Huh? “What do you mean?”

“I heard Mama giggle and crept downstairs.”

Ah, I saw where this was going. “And there was a man in a red suit?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She smiled at him, and he kissed her. That’s not okay. Mammoth is gonna be so mad!”

I didn’t say that Santa wasn’t real or that the man in the suit was probably Mammoth. Jakey still believed, and I wouldn’t ruin that for him. I stopped believing in Santa when I was eleven. Little Jakey was only seven.

“Well, maybe he was just being nice.”

“No. He gave her the kind of deep kisses that Daddy does.”

Oops. I wondered if Uncle Mammoth and Aunt Rowen knew Jakey saw them. I bet they didn’t because Jakey was mad as he talked about it. “Are you going to tell him?”

“I drew him a picture and put it in his stocking so he’d find out.”

Oh, that was kinda cute. Jakey was an incredible artist who saw things that most people wouldn’t believe and brought them to life with his colored pencils. I did. Everyone in the club and all the family did as well. Jakey’s drawings were special.

“I’m sure that’ll help,” I replied.

“Noah, I gotta do something bad,” he sighed.

“Like what?”

“Get on the naughty list.”

It was really hard not to laugh, but I never would because that would hurt Jakey’s feelings. “What did you have in mind?”

A grin widened his mouth. “I’ve got an idea.”

“I want in on it,” I decided. Why not? Who said we couldn’t have a little fun even if there wasn’t a real Santa watching?

“You might get on the naughty list too,” Jakey warned.

“I can handle it,” I promised.

“My idea is cool. We’re gonna steal a reindeer.”

I blinked. “Where are we gonna find one of those?”

“I know a place,” Jakey announced smugly.

Wow. I underestimated my cousin. “Tell me.”

“I’d rather show you.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow after school. Meet me in my backyard at four.”

“Okay.” Excitement bubbled inside me. Being on the naughty list was starting to sound a lot better than missing my friends over the holiday break.

“Noah?”

“Yeah?”

“We gotta pinky swear to keep this a secret.”

I raised my hand, and he looped his pinky around mine. We shook and nodded before dropping our hands.

“It’s gonna be the bestest Christmas ever because I’m stopping Santa. No more visits to my house!”

I had to laugh. This was going to be wild.