Page 56 of Frost
“I’m gonna come,” he moans before dropping his head back and shuddering as his orgasm peaks.
“Take every inch of my cock, baby,” I murmur and lean forward to kiss his smooth chest. “Let me make you feel good.” I thrust up into him, angling my hips to hit his prostate. Jack whimpers as his muscles tense, and then his cock is twitching in my hand and shooting loads of cum. I jerk him faster. “That’s it. Give me every last drop.”
I can’t hold back my own orgasm and let it loose, groaning deep in my throat as he milks my cock. My eyes roll back, and my lips part. Jack fucks me faster as he nibbles my Adam’s apple. It’s a leg-quaking orgasm that just keeps going.
When the waves start to recede and I catch a breath, I give him a lazy smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Jack grabs my chin and smiles at me. His lids are heavy, and his eyes have that dazed look that only comes from having your world rocked to its core. “You have such a dirty mouth.”
“Only for you.”
The amazing moment is interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
“Expecting someone?” he asks, sliding off my lap.
“Nope.” I pull up my boxers and sweatpants before leaving my office and going down the stairs. My legs are like jelly, and all I want to do is cuddle with Jack. Whoever is here needs to leave ASAP. The doorbell rings again, and I unlock the door before opening it. My face heats when I see who’s on the other side. “Mom?”
“I hope I didn’t interrupt,” she says with an armful of bags. “I brought you a few things.”
“Here, let me take those.” I grab the bags from her and let her inside before closing the door. My heart’s racing like crazy. I just got done nutting into my non-human boyfriend. What a time for her to show up. “You didn’t have to bring me anything.”
“Oh, it’s nothing fancy,” she says, running a hand over the flakes of snow on her scarf, then her coat. Jack kept true to his word and brought winter back to Bedford. The temperature has been cold and snowy for the past week. “Just some cookies and fruit for Valentine’s Day.”
“Mom,” I say with a chuckle, placing the bags on the table in the foyer. “I’m not a kid anymore. Getting me stuff on Valentine’s Day now is just weird.”
“It’s never weird for your momma to want to buy you stuff. And look what I found.” She smiles as she reaches into one of the bags and pulls out a plushie of an elf in a blue-and-gray outfit. Snowflakes cover its clothes. “Jack Frost! I found it next to the candy aisle in the discounted Christmas bin. I know you’re too old for stuffed dolls, but I thought he could sit on your desk while you work.”
I laugh—hard—and grab the plushie from her. It has a massive nose and a long chin, as well as pointed ears. “I’m sure it’s a close resemblance.” Cold hits the back of my neck, and I jolt forward, rubbing at the spot and finding it wet. Snow? Really?
“What’s wrong?” Mom asks, alarmed.
“Nothing. Just had an itch.” I try to inconspicuously look over my shoulder. Jack is sitting on the steps and is glaring down at me through the railing. It takes all my self-control not to laugh again. I turn back to my mom. “Thank you. I love it.”
“It’s just something silly,” she says, waving her hand dismissively. I can tell she’s happy, though. “I guess I better go. Your dad’s taking me out for an early dinner, and then we’re going to a movie. I want to get my hair done first. It’s been a while since I’ve felt all pretty and dolled up.”
“You’re always pretty.” I pull her in for a hug and kiss her cheek. “Always.”
“Thank you.” She returns my hug before pulling back and crinkling her nose. “Better take a shower soon, dear. You smell kind of funky.”
“Oh. Um. Yeah, I will.” Yep. My cheeks are on fire. I walk with her to the door and open it for her. “Have a nice time with Dad. Make him pamper you.”
“He always does,” she responds, stepping out onto the porch. Snow falls from the white sky, and she shivers as she pulls her coat tighter around her. “So much for an early spring. Look at this. Guess your dad was right. Jack Frost is up to his tricks.”
You have no idea.
Mom starts to walk down the steps, then turns to me. “Oh, and Luka? Next time, invite your friend to join us. He doesn’t have to hide.”
“What?” I ask as my heart rate skyrockets.
“I’m not stupid. I noticed the two coffee cups and plates on the kitchen table.” She adjusts her scarf and gives me a knowing smile. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
My mind goes blank, and I stare after her like a dumbass. She’s way too observant. Once she’s in her car and backs out of the driveway, I go back inside the house and lock the door. Jack’s in front of me when I turn around, holding up the plush.
“This resembles me?This?” He pokes the big nose.
Chuckling, I slip my arms around him. “Can we sleep with him? Please?”
“I’ll murder him,” Jack says, holding the plushie up between two fingers. “This town is only big enough for one Jack Frost.”
