Page 30 of Babe

“Yeah—not my thing,” Jax called as I stepped into the loft.

“Well, knowing how wet Blakely’s pussy is isn’t my thing either!” Ace shouted to him.

I snickered and headed for the bathroom, setting Ace gently onto the countertop. After I started the shower, I turned back to face him, silently helping him strip out of his clothes. I groaned when I saw the cum sticking to his length. Slowly sinking to my knees between his spread thighs, I lapped his cum up. He groaned, his fingers sliding into my hair and tugging at the strands like I was the only thing tethering him to the earth. My scalp smarted, but I welcomed the sting.

“Your mouth feels so good, Papa.” He sighed when I pulled off of him, licking my lips. “Thank you.”

“For?” I asked, pulling my clothes off. The way he stared at me as I did so had my balls aching. He looked like he wanted to devour me.

Fuck, I’d let him if he truly wanted to.

“For being you,” he said quietly, looking up at me with big blue eyes full of love and adoration. My entire fucking soul melted into a puddle. “I’ve never felt this safe in my life. Even when Dorman took me, I didn’t allow myself to succumb to the fear because deep down, I knew you were coming for me.”

I cupped his cheeks, stepping between his open thighs. I tilted his head back so he was looking up at me. “I will always come for you, Ace baby. You hear me? Always. There’s not a fucking thing in this world that will ever stop me from coming to you when you need me.”

He pressed his hands to the countertop, then pushed up, pressing his lips to mine. “I never thought I’d find a Papa like you,” he confessed. “I’m weirdly glad I knocked myself out.”

I snorted and rested my forehead on his because I understood what he meant. If he hadn’t injured himself, we wouldn’t have found each other. “Honestly, you and me both, baby.”

Ace narrowed his eyes at Jax. “Can you stop slurping?” he snapped.

Blakely snickered. Jax looked at her, arching a brow. “You want me to stop slurping, baby?” He’d been intentionally doing shit like this ever since we sat down at dinner. Around Ace and Blakely, he was so much different from the cold, callous asshole I’d been led to believe he was. Sure, I could clearly still tell he just didn’t know how to process certain emotions, but he was a good guy. Reliable. Trustworthy. And he’d do anything for my boy to keep him safe.

“Jax,” she hissed. “Can you stop? I’m sure Gunner would like to eat his meal without picturing us…”

“Fucking?” he supplied.

“Okay, seriously,” Ace bit out, dropping his spoon in his bowl, which made the stew splash over the sides. He winced and quickly grabbed his napkin, cleaning the mess up, casting me an apologetic look. He was always so damn sweet for me. “I know you caught me getting off earlier, but can you just… quit with the jokes? I’m trying to eat here.”

I arched a brow at Ace. “Technically, baby, you started it when you told Jax to stop trying to make out with Blakely when he was just giving her a kiss.”

Ace huffed, throwing his arms up and almost knocking his root beer over. I quickly grabbed the glass and slid it back, shooting him a stern look, to which he shot me a sheepish smile. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he pouted. God, he was so fucking adorable.

“I know if you don’t stop being overdramatic, I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank you,” I warned him. “You almost knocked over your root beer.”

His eyes did that hazy thing they always did when I threatened a spanking, and I smirked. My boy was a slut for my palm on his backside. He gave no fucks who might hear either—clearly. He begged for a spanking every single night, even when the house was dead quiet and he knew Blakely and Jax would overhear.

“I dare you,” he tested.

I slid my chair back and patted my thigh. He froze, his breath hitching in his chest. Jax leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, amusement glimmering in his dark eyes. Blakely looked a mix between horrified and a little excited. I arched a brow at my boy when he continued to just sit in his chair, practically vibrating with nervous energy.

“Well?” I asked. “You dared me. So come on. Get over here and drape your pretty body over my lap, sweet boy.”

“Sweet my ass,” Jax muttered. I ignored him, though my boy, of course, rose to the bait.

“Oh, fuck you,” Ace snapped at him.

“Ace!” I barked, dragging his eyes back to me. “My lap. Now.”

That did the trick. He quickly got off his chair and walked over to me, laying his torso over my thighs. He gripped my pants in his fists, his body quivering as I dragged his sweats down just enough to reveal the curve of his backside.

“Papa…” he croaked.

I rubbed my palm over his soft skin. “Color?”

He shivered. “Green, Papa,” he said quietly.

I smacked my palm down on his ass, the crack loud in the otherwise silent room. Blakely gasped at the same time Ace did. I paid her no mind, my attention on my boy. I rubbed my palm over the sore spot, then smacked him again. He whimpered, thrusting his hardening length against my thigh, not even caring that Blakely and Jax could hear and see him.

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