Page 5 of Jack Frost
Chapter Four
I keep looking over to the front door every time the doorbell rings or someone comes through. Caty isn’t here yet, and it’s a damn shame. I’m getting anxious to see her.
Girl after girl comes in. Most of them are wearing short dresses stopping just under their ass, or low cut numbers with their tits falling out. I’ve had plenty of them, and more than one has come over to me tonight and tried to fall into my lap.
Fuck that. Tonight I only want one girl.
I check my phone for the millionth time this minute. Nothing. Not a text, no messages on social media. I check her accounts and see a new picture that’s been posted since the last time I checked.
There she is, smiling with her chin tipped down and her eyes shining through dark, long lashes. Her short brown hair bends around her perfect cheekbones, and she has the barest hint of cleavage showing down the front of her dress. Her blonde bubbly friend is there too. If I didn’t know better, I’d bet Caty isn’t wearing a bra in this picture, and I wonder if she’s also not wearing panties.
There’s only one way to find out, and if she does have panties on under that hot dress, they’ll be hanging from my hard cock soon enough.
I scroll down to check the caption.
Getting ready for a night out with my girl. Naughty or Nice? ;)
I can’t take this shit. She’s dangling herself on a fucking string in front of me. My cock can’t take any more teasing.
I open up our text exchange and get ready to shoot her a message. I’m about to tell her to get the fuck over here and sit down in my lap when my ex walks through the door.
Groaning and getting up from my seat, I go over to the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. I click back the metal tab with a hiss and slurp the froth off the top of the can as Sarah, fucking queen of ice, saunters toward me in a slinky little red dress and a silver Santa hat perched atop a flow of waves.
My blood runs cold when I see her.
“You didn’t get the memo?” I ask, turning away from her to grab a bag of chips to refill a few bowls I saw getting low over in the living room. “This party is by invitation only.”
“Oh, I thought you’d let anyone in here,” she says, grabbing a ladle-full of jungle juice from the bowl on the counter and popping a few ice cubes in it. She dips a finger into her cup and then puts it in her mouth, her cherry-red painted lips wrapping her finger up tight.
This should turn me on, but it doesn’t. I can’t get my mind off of Caty and how I’m going to bend her over my knee and make her tell me she’s been a good girl this year.
“I guess since you’re already here, you can stay,” I say, leaning back against the counter and considering the spirit of the season.
We were together for a while. I thought we would be together for even longer, but then I caught her sucking off some frat boy at a party I landed at with some of my friends after a game two months ago.
That was the end of that. I don’t have time for cheaters and liars. Not after what I saw my mom go through.
“Thanks for that,” Sarah says, walking away from me and taking a sip of her drink. She’s so fucking cold. I worked so hard for her to let me in and open up to me. Big fucking waste of time.
The doorbell rings and I crane my neck to see past the wall separating the kitchen from the hallway, hoping it’s Caty and her friend finally arriving, but it’s just a few more of my friends that were on the football team with me in college. I wave at them as they come in, raucous and loud and ready to fuck shit up.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket again, I check my messages. Still nothing.
