Page 31 of Babe

After three more smacks, I sat him up, fixing his clothes before I tugged him onto my lap, peppering kisses to his cheeks. “Feel better?” I asked him, gently kneading the tender skin of his ass.

He nodded, his eyes all hazy and warm. “Yes, Papa.”

I scooted back toward the table and slid his bowl over to me, along with his soda. Scooping up a spoonful of stew, I held it to his lips. He obediently opened for me.

“You good, sweetheart?” Jax asked. I looked up to see him looking at Blakely, an intense, dark look shimmering in his eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were blown wide.

“I—” She cleared her throat, nodding at him as she licked her lips. “I’m okay,” she croaked.

He smirked at her, something dark and primal lingering in his gaze as he raked his eyes over her like a predator who’d finally caught sight of his prey. “I’ll give you yours later, sweetheart.” He reached out and pulled down her bottom lip, revealing the bottom row of her perfectly straight, white teeth. “Don’t you worry.”

I looked back at Ace, who was still lost in the little haze spankings put him in. I nuzzled his cheek before turning his head to softly kiss him. “You took your spanking so well. Papa’s proud of you.”

He beamed at me, then opened his mouth for another bite of food.

God, he was fucking everything, and I was the lucky son of a bitch who got to call him my boy.

EPILOGUE

Ace

Shaw’s heavy sigh brought me back to our conversation. “You’re sure you’re okay, kid?” he asked me.

I rolled my eyes before focusing back on my sexy as fuck Papa, who was wielding an axe and splitting firewood like it was as simple as breathing. My dick had been hard for the past fifteen minutes… which was about how long I’d been standing at the window watching him. Snow was falling and the ground was covered in the white slush, but he was out there in just a long-sleeve shirt and jeans as if it was just a brisk, fall day.

“I’m fine,” I told him for the umpteenth time since he’d called me five minutes ago. “Gunner has me seeing a therapist virtually. You should be checking on Jax. I swear, he’s turned into some kind of caveman. Did he tell you I almost broke my fucking neck in one of his dumb ass traps?” I’d gone into the woods yesterday for a walk. I had a walkie that Gunner sent with me. I wanted some time alone, which he understood, but he wanted to be able to keep in contact with me. I’d gone about fifty feet from the cabin and damn near broke my neck falling into one of the traps Jax had set “in case we had intruders”.

I swore, he was treating this shit like a fucking game. I was pretty sure he was creating traps because it was fun—not because he was truly worried someone might find out where I was. Even Gunner wasn’t worried. And if he wasn’t worried, then I wasn’t either.

Shaw laughed, which only made me scowl. Gunner happened to look up at that moment, and he frowned at me. I pointed to my phone. He nodded, showing he understood it was just one of my brothers, then grabbed another log, standing it up so he could murder it into two pieces.

“He’s worried about you,” Shaw told me.

I scoffed. “Like fuck.”

What Shaw didn’t know though was that Jax and I were… kind of close. We’d always been close, but not in the way we were now. He’d been helping me a lot. And now, as long as I was facing him, he could touch me without me freaking out and having a panic attack or spiraling. Blakely didn’t have those privileges yet, but she assured me she was fine with that and just loved being able to witness my progress with Jax.

“Shaw!” Amaliya screeched in the background. I winced, pulling my phone from my ear a little. “Where the fuck is my phone?!” she yelled, sounding much closer.

“You were being a brat this morning,” he told her, his voice eerily calm. I swore Shaw never lost his shit. How he was always this chill kind of freaked me out. “I warned you I’d treat you like a child if you wanted to act like one.”

“You’re a dick,” she snapped. “I’m calling my dad.”

“With what phone?” he taunted her.

She screeched before I heard her literally stomp off. Shaw sighed. “I need to go… deal with her. Call if you need anything.”

I rolled my eyes. “As if you won’t end up calling me before then.”

“Jesus Christ,” Shaw muttered. “Go be a brat to someone else, Ace. I already have one here to deal with.” I snickered. “Love you, kid.”

I hummed. “Love you, too, Shaw.”

I ended the call, then forced myself away from the window. Jax was toeing his boots off by the front door when I spun around, and I grinned. “Just the man I was going to go looking for.”

He arched a brow at me. “Should I be concerned?” Blakely snickered from the recliner, where she was curled up with a book that had two men and a half-naked woman on the cover. No doubt, it was ninety percent smut and ten percent plot.

“No. I just need your help,” I told him.

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