Page 22 of Frost
Jack falters in his rhythm, and his back arches. His head tips back, and silver hair catches the streams of moonlight spilling into the room. And then his ass is clamping down on my dick as his orgasm rocks into him.
I follow him almost instantly. My stomach muscles tighten, and my once rapid breaths seize in my lungs as intense pleasure shoots up my shaft and to my overly sensitive cock head. A groan rumbles in my chest as I spill into him, my thighs quaking from the force of it. That weightless feeling from earlier? Yeah, I feel it even more now.
Jack makes me fly.
“I love the feel of you inside me,” Jack says, rolling his hips with my cock still snug in his ass.
Coming down from my high, I draw in a shaky breath and slip my arms around his smooth waist. I kiss his shoulder before nibbling at his nape. He releases a mix between a laugh and a sigh and slumps back against me. I hold him close to me, breathing in his woodsy scent.
No one’s ever been more precious to me.
My softening dick eventually slips from his ass, but I continue holding him. I press my face against his shoulder blade and close my eyes. My beating heart slows a bit, no longer frantic and heavy in its rhythm. Yet, it doesn’t beat the same as before. The change is minute, but there nonetheless.
It’s like it’s beating for him now.
Jack gets off my lap and turns to face me. Even in the dark, I see his bright eyes and exhilarated smile. “You should sleep. It’s late.”
“Doyouever sleep?” I ask, lying back. My muscles are like jelly now, and my lids weigh heavily.
Jack settles in beside me and brings the blanket over us. Relief washes through me. I expected him to leave. “Of course I sleep.”
“Where? In a hovel in the woods?”
He chuckles and rests his face on my shoulder. “I’ll show you tomorrow if you wish.”
“I’d love to see it.” I slide an arm under his head and drape the other across his stomach.
“It’s decided, then.” Jack snuggles in even closer, his hair tickling my jaw as he kisses my neck. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you more of my world. But for now, sleep.”
Though I’m sleepy, certain thoughts keep my mind running ninety to nothing. Jack doesn’t want to get too close to anyone. Love is out of the question. A temporary fling with him is all I can have. However, he wants to show me his home. It’s a dangerous line to walk, the one between casual sex and something more.
No matter what I do, I can’t fall for him.
It’ll do nothing but bring us both heartache in the end.
***
Jack’s gone when I wake up.
I crack open my eyelids and squint against the white light coming in through the window. His spot beside me is empty, and I run my hand over the cold sheet. When did he leave last night? He stayed long enough for me to fall asleep at least.
I slide out of bed and yawn as I stretch. My muscles are a little sore, and I smile at the memory of why that is. One glance out the window is proof that he worked late into the night. A fresh layer of snow covers the ground, and icicles hang from the roof, their points hanging low enough for me to see outside the window.
Right as I start to walk away, something on the glass gets my attention. Little spirals are drawn on the window, along with what looks like a pine tree. I touch the area and feel my heart swell.
Jack Frost might be the personification of winter, but he’s warmed me to my core.
After showering and dressing for the day, I add water to the coffee machine and measure out the grounds before starting it. As it brews, I grab my phone off the kitchen table and see the date.
New Year’s Eve. While the world parties later tonight to ring in the new year, I’ll be here in the cabin with Jack. Well, IhopeI’ll be with him. His mood changes like the wind.
My phone rings in my hand.
“Hey, Mom,” I answer.
“Good morning. How are you holding up in this cold weather?”
“Good.” The coffee finishes brewing, so I pour a mug and add a dash of cream before going over to sit at the desk. “I’m thinking of extending my stay.” One week isn’t enough time with Jack, plus I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. “I’ve gotten more writing done in the past few days than I have in two months back at home.”
