“But you’ll die one extremely satisfied and happy man,” she moaned.
Fuck. My fingers dug into her hips as I braced one hand on the mattress, driving into her sweet channel repeatedly. Her walls clenched around my dick as I released her nipple and then sucked on a patch of soft skin above her breast. Something primal unleashed, and I marked her repeatedly, leaving hickeys all over her chest and one on her neck as I drove into the woman claiming me with every breathy sigh and flutter of her eyelids. The sound of her wetness mixed with the slapping of my balls filled the room.
“Diablo,” she cried out, so damn close to her orgasm that I nearly spilled my load.
“Give it to me, Gina. Fucking come all over me,” I ordered. “Soak these sheets.”
I pressed down on her clit as she jolted in my arms, screaming my name as I held her close, refusing to let her dislodge me with all the wild bucking that followed. My thrusts grew erratic, and I hammered into her as she gushed, growling with approval as heat fired up and down my spine. Intense pleasure burst through, and I exploded inside my woman with several deep, satisfying thrusts before my lips found her sexy little mouth.
Our kiss grew languid, our tongues tangling together as the sweat clung to our bodies. She stayed wrapped up in my arms, our breaths still shallow and fast. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my skin as I tightened my grip.
“You’re a lot more than I ever could have wished for Christmas,” she murmured lazily, tracing the lines of dark ink across my upper body. “I didn’t realize I got exactly what present I wanted until now.”
“And that is?”
“You, Diablo. My Santa biker and protective Bastard.”
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re goddamn perfect.”
“Merry Christmas.”
“With you and the kids, I think it’s gonna be badass.”
As the night wore on, I kept Gina between the sheets, enjoying every single orgasm I coaxed from her that night. This was only the beginning of our story. A holiday mess that became a miracle.
I couldn’t be fucking happier. Me, Diablo, a wicked Reaper, and a ruthless biker, found the perfect gift all wrapped up in a shiny package with a red bow. Gina and her kids gave me something I’d never had growing up. Something I almost had once with Ani and Thunder but lost. A family.
And becoming Santa was the best present of all.
“HE’S HERE,” GINA EXCLAIMEDexcitedly, pushing the curtain aside in the living room to check the driveway. She spun around, her blue eyes sparkling with infectious joy.
My heart felt full, touched by her reaction. That she would accept and love Thunder meant everything to me.
I flung open the door, a wide grin plastered on my face. “My boy!”
“Dio!”
He ran up the steps, crashing into me as I held him against my chest, laughing and crying as he squeezed me back. Having him here felt too good to be true.
“Missed you, my dude.”
“Missed you, too.”
When we finally let go of one another, the introductions began.
“Welcome,” I finally managed to say, so thrilled to have all my family together in one place—all the people I loved.
Yes. Loved. Gina. Rev. Olivia. I loved them too.
“It’s freezing out here! Come on in,” Gina coaxed, ushering Rya inside.
Thunder smiled. We both felt the enormity of the moment.
“Merry Christmas, Dad.”
“Merry Christmas, son.”
And it was—the best merry Christmas of all.