Page 8 of A Crossroads Christmas

“I’ll be right back. Get the mistletoe ready,” I teased.

Ten minutes later, I crept downstairs in my Santa suit, hat, a fake white beard that perfectly concealed the real one, and my black shitkicker boots.Biker Santa.I almost wore my cut over it but decided I didn’t want to strip too much off before I had my woman naked and shaking from pleasure.

I found my Rowe standing by the fireplace under the mistletoe, the new sprig added as I dressed in my costume.

She winked as I approached, placing a hand on one hip. “I’ve been an awfully good girl this year, Santa.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. I want the gift you promised.”

“It’s long, hard, and over nine inches,” I rumbled.

“Oh, why Santa, aren’t you naughty?”

She had no idea.

Rowen’s fingertips grazed my chest, opening my suit jacket to caress along my chest. She stopped at my newest tattoo with a heart, rowboat, and her name written in bold script—my tribute to my wife and ol’ lady Rowe and those first weeks we met when she rowed away from me instead of closer, at least, in the metaphorical sense.

“You’re my Christmas wish, Mammoth. The one I never thought to ask for.”

Fuck, I loved this woman. “You, Jakey, and Jonah are all the presents I need. This Santa already has everything.”

A sly smile curved her lips. “I can think of something else.” Her hand slid down my abdomen and paused above my groin. “Maybe you should kiss me, Santa, and find out.”

Hell yeah.

She hung that mistletoe for a reason, and I wouldn’t waste it.

“OH, SANTA.”

My eyes slowly opened as I heard my Mama whisper. She didn’t stay up this late often. Hearing her voice made me curious. My feet slid from the bed when I heard her giggle, and Icrept to the stairs, slowly taking each step until I got low enough to see.

A gasp left my lips, and I slapped my hands over them. Jumping up and down, I almost made too much noise.

Mama stood by the fireplace, and in front of her, speaking too low for me to hear. . . wasSanta.

He’d come!

Wait. It was too early.

Confused, I stared at the back of his red suit as she smiled and nodded.Ohhhhhh.Santa was telling her I was on the nice list! Yes!

I fist-pumped the air.

But what if he saw me sneaking down here? Would that make me naughty? Oops!

I turned and lifted my foot, ready to return to bed, when I saw my mama kiss Santa. No. He kissedher.

Wide-eyed and instantly angry, I wanted to shout for him to leave my house. Santa wasn’t supposed to kiss my Mama. That was my Daddy’s job!

Mammoth wouldn’t like that.

I narrowed my eyes, lifted my chin, and decided I had to form a plan. Santa couldn’t come back to the house and try to kiss my Mama again.

Stomping on the stairs, I didn’t care if either heard me.

Where was Daddy? Sleeping?

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