Papa Noel: Holiday RBMC Tonopah, NV
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Chet’s skin began to wrinkle, growing drier as every second lapsed and brought him closer to death.
“Don’t look, Bess! I don’t want Noah to see this!”
“Jayce!” she cried out, but I knew she was listening.
His skin stretched and grew taut over his bones as his body thinned out and his organs exploded inside. Terror flashed in his eyes and I watched with satisfaction as he remained alive through every single moment of his demise. Pain was clear in his expression.
“That’s for raping my woman,” I sneered.
Right before his body collapsed into dust, I reaped his soul. The dark shadows that hovered around him pulled and tugged, forcing him down and into the flames of hellfire that flickered but didn’t scorch the wooden floorboards. I lifted and hand and waved, grinning wider as he disappeared and all that was left was the powdery dust of his remains that swished with snow.
Spinning around, I let my Reaper linger long enough for Bess and Noah to see and then he retreated. Swallowing hard, I hoped like hell they didn’t reject me.
Noah broke away from his mother and ran into my arms. “You’re braver than all the Avengers.”
“Thank you, son.”
“Jayce?”
Bess was biting her lip, staring at me with awe and a tiny bit of fear. “Is he gone now?”
“Chet? Yeah, he can’t ever hurt either of you again.”
Relieved, she nodded. “Good.”
I held open my other arm and she stepped into my embrace. “You’re not scared?”
“Of you? No. That was the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen but the way you saved us? No, Jayce. My Papa. My hero. You were amazing.”
“Damn. I love you, sugar.” My lips claimed hers and my Reaper was smug and happy, completely content.
“Jayce, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“You’re my ghost, aren’t you?”
Grinning, I was glad she figured it out too. “Yeah, baby, I am.”
“Thought so.”
“Give me another kiss, my Bess. I don’t think I’ve had enough.”
“I’d have to agree.”
I swooped down, capturing her mouth and Noah giggled, the sound wonderful and perfect.
Just like my Colter. Noah was my second chance.
Papa really was a papa now.
“It’s getting late,” I announced, looking down at Noah. “Santa is coming soon.”
“Oh yeah!” He hugged us both and then ran into the kitchen, pouring milk from the fridge into a glass and then popping cookies onto a plate. “Goodnight, Mama and Papa!”
His door shut with a click after he ran inside, and Bess shook her head. “Silly boy.”
“He’s perfect,” I announced.
“Yes, he is.” Bess looked around the floor at the mess and sighed.
“Don’t worry about that. As soon as I get you upstairs, I’m texting the prospects. There will be a new tree and decorations in the morning along with all the presents wrapped.”
“Is there anything you can’t handle?” she teased.
“No,” I growled picking her up and climbing the stairs two at a time. “The only thing I need now is sinking my cock into your sweet pussy and fuckin’ the woman I love.”
“Oh,” she purred, fingers trickling up my chest. “What if I want to feel that beard between my thighs instead?”
Instant. Fucking. Hard-on.
I had her in the room naked and on the bed so fast that she couldn’t stop giggling. “Tell me something, little mama. You been good or naughty this year?”
“I’ve been very naughty, Santa.”
“Then I’ll have to punish you.”
“No coal?”
“No, baby. I’m gonna make you come five times before you can have my dick.”
Her lower lip pouted. “How am I going to last that long?”
How the hell was I lasting that long?
I growled out some kind of answer, leaning into to lick between her legs and that sexy vee that was already slick and ready for me. I devoured her, gobbling up all that honey and sweetness as she writhed on the bed, bucking her hips as she came on my tongue. Still trembling with the aftermath, I climbed over her and thrust home, stroking in and out of pure heaven. Pausing, I held her gaze as I slowly began to move.
“You’re mine to protect.” Thrust. “Mine to play with.” Another thrust. “Fuck, little mama. You’re just mine.”
Her lips curved into a smile that was pure sin.
“Then fuck me like you mean it.”
Merry. Christmas. To me.
The picture was worn and faded as I pulled it from my pocket.
Stefanie’s image stared back with that sweet smile that I used to love and adore. I fell hard and fast for that girl and her death tore a hole in my heart so wide that I didn’t think would ever stop aching.
I wanted vengeance.
I needed vindication.
Blood for blood. Eye for an eye.
Rage bubbled under the surface of my skin and I was only waiting for the moment to strike. Plotting. Planning. Ensuring that I was ready when I patched into the Royal Bastards MC.
Rael promised. He told me Grim was holding Church soon to decide.
It wouldn’t be long now.
I could feel how close I was to fulfilling my plans.
No one was going to stop me either. Not even the pres.
Once I had my Reaper . . . I would unleash hell on earth.
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Holiday Novellas:
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Bloody Mine
Papa Noel
The Biker’s Wish
Pres/Founder – Grim “Grim Reaper”
VP/Founder – Mammoth
SGT at Arms – Rael “Azrael, Angel of Death”
Enforcer/Founder – Exorcist “Ex”
Enforcer/Nomad – Jigsaw
Secretary – Wraith
Treasurer – Han “Hannibal”
Road Captain – Patriot (Marine)
Tail Gunner – Daniel “Lucky”
Founder – Papa
Member – Bodie
Member – Diablo (Cleaner)
Member – Xenon (Tech Spec.)
Prospect – Toad
Prospect – Shadow
Prospect – Spook
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These characters from my story can be found in the following RBMC books:
Petros: Petros by Esther E. Schmidt
Murder: Tempting the Biker by Glenna Maynard
Nikki Landis is an Award-Winning and International Bestselling Author of paranormal, sci-fi, MC, and reverse harem romance. She lives in Ohio with her husband and amazing family. In her spare time, she enjoys watching sunsets and curling up with a good book. Nikki is addicted to chocolate and dark alpha heroes with heart. She plans to keep writing since it’s her favorite escape.
Nikki also writes science fiction romance under the pen name Nikki Nova.
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