Page 45 of Tinsel & Chrome

Emberly

We get out of my lifted black and chrome Dodge truck. It’s a jump down, and no one messes with me. I adjust my hair and skin-tight jeans. I look at the group of bikers setting up the tent on the other side of the parking lot.

“Oh my, look at those hot bikers,”

Marie hums, crossing her arms.

“Fuck, those are the bikers that we’ve been messing with,”

Amber says.

I look at the huge fucker that looks so damn hot. Hell, yes, it’s Frosty. His Brothers are joking and looking at us, but not that fucker.

Now, game on.

I love challenges, and this is one I intend to

“Bitches, the tall biker is mine! I’m calling dibs! You know that he’s mine,”

I laugh, tossing my hair back.

“Bitch, you’re always calling on the best one. I thought you would give us a chance with him,”

Janet scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Not in this lifetime, bitches,”

I say, shaking my head.

“I call dibs on the one with the man hair bun; that’s hot,”

Heather says, gathering her long blonde hair.

“Okay, let's get them,”

I say, turning up my lips.

We start walking across the parking lot, and I’m focusing on Frosty. I’m not going to lie; I’m fucking elated to get to talk to Frosty. I’m not going to waste this opportunity to make him mine.

“Look who’s coming,”

Marie whispers.

“It’s your Dad,”

Amber says.

“Hold up, Ember,”

Dad says, walking up to me.

Fuck!

I look at Frosty, and then I look at Dad.

“Your Dad looks pissed,”

Heather says, standing next to me.

“Hell, this doesn’t look good. The bikers look pissed,”

Marie whispers.

“I’ll take care of Dad,”

I say, pursing my lips.

I glance at Frosty, and he’s fucking glaring at my Dad. I watch my Dad walk to me and chew my lip.

This is just great!

“Yeah,”

I say, crossing my arms.

“Young lady, curb that attitude! I don’t want you messing with those bikers,”

Dad says, resting his hands on his waist.

“Dad, you can’t tell me who I can like,”

I say, shaking my head.

“Those bikers are no good,”

Dad growls, gathering his brows.

“I like Frosty, and I’m going to continue seeing him,”

I say, lowering my eyelids.

“When the fuck did you meet him,”

Dad snarls.

“No worries,” I say.

“He’s just scum,”

Dad snaps, looking at Frosty.

“Well, if it works out. I’m going to see Frosty for as long as I like,”

I say, looking over my shoulder.

Frosty is staring at me; I swear that his soul calls me. He turns away and talks to the lady, who is handing him a toy.

“I don’t like it,”

Dan snaps.

“I don’t care. You know that you can’t pick who I like, and I like Frosty a lot. So, don’t mess this up for me like you usually do,”

I say in a low, angry tone.

I glare at Dad, and I fucking don’t back down. He always scares away the dudes that I liked, but he’s not going to do that this time. Besides, it’s too late; I’ve been with him. I want him. I want to see how far this will go. Then, what he said runs through my mind.

I don’t do relationships.

Okay, but I told him that I always get what I want. So, he’s been warned. Like I said, game on.

“Emberly, he’s no good,” Dad says.

“Dad, he’s good, and I like him. So, stay away from him,”

I say, pressing my lips tight.

“Girls, let's go.”

We start walking across the parking lot, leaving Dad standing there. I’m going to make sure that he leaves Frosty alone.

The biker is mine.

We walk into the park, where the tents are set up, to collect the toys.

“Hi, Frosty. I’m Emberly Miser, I know that you remember me. These are my girls: Heather, Marie, Amber, and Janet. How can we help?”

I say, smiling at the huge badass biker.

“Urgh,”

Frosty releases a low guttural grunt, stone-faced. He looks at me and lifts his chin.

I stare at his light blue cold eyes, and he’s stoned-face.

Well fuck.

It’s fucking incredible.

We fucked.

I look at his black leather cut and the patch.

Frosty.

Son of bitch.

I need to work hard to melt the hot biker.

Geeze.

Frosty is so damn frigid.

Frosty fits the huge badass.

Hell, yes, I got this.

But it’s a crime to be so damn cold when he’s so damn hot. I’m going to melt that badass biker. He’s going to be putty in my hands.

Fuck, I live up to my name Ember.

“Frosty, why are you being so damn cold,”

I ask, walking up closer.

I rest my hand on his arm, gazing at him. He grinds his molars and looks over my shoulder at Dad.

“Why were you talking to the po-po,”

Frosty asks.

“He’s my Dad,”

I say, looking at him.

Frosty looks at me and removes my hand. He walks away and walks to the back of the tent. I follow him and stop next to him.

“That’s fucked up,”

Frosty says, crossing his arms, lowering his eyelids.

“Why,”

I ask, raising my brow.

I refuse to step away.

“You know why,”

Frosty says in a low tone.

I look at him, smile, and move my hand.

“Don’t worry. I told Dad that I like you,”

I say, resting my hand on his chest.

I can feel his heart beating faster, and his scent makes me weak. My pussy gets wet, and my inner walls flutter. I want him so bad. I inhale deeply. I love the warm, spicy scent of leather and cedar. I like it a lot.

“Fuck! Why would you do that? I don’t do relationships,”

Frosty utters in a low tone.

“I told you that I always get what I want. Besides, you know that you want me,”

I say, moving my hand to cup his cheek.

His beautiful blue eyes get darker with lust. I know that he wants me, but he’s fighting it. He grinds his molars.

“I don’t want trouble, and that’s your fucking middle name,”

Frosty hisses.

“Frosty Baby, I want you. It’s almost Christmas; give us a chance,”

I say, running my finger over his lower lip.

“I’ll think about it,”

Frosty says.

“Yeah, but in the meantime, we’re going to see each other. You’re going to fuck me all I want,”

I say, sinking my thumb into his mouth.

It’s fucking hot watching him suck my thumb and rolls his tongue around it.

“Fuck! You’re playing with fire, little girl,”

Frosty growls, moving his hands to rest on my waist, pulling me close.

“Yes, and I told you that I’m a fiery Ember, so we will burn together,”

I say, smiling.

Frosty leans and kisses me deeply. His tongue slides over mine, and he sucks it. I’m totally melting here.

I know that he’s mine.

Frosty pulls back and cups my face, gazing into my eyes.

“We will give this a go, but it’s going to be my way. You’re going to be my Old Lady,”

Frosty says, lowering his eyelids.

“Yes, but what’s an Old Lady,”

I ask, smiling.

“You’re my woman. Only mine. Do you think that you can do this,”

Frosty asks, raising his brow.

“Your woman, only yours,”

I say, gazing into

“Yes, my woman, like my wife,”

Frosty says.

“You’re wife?”

“Yeah, my Old lady, my wife,”

Frosty says.

“Hell, yes! I want to be your Old Lady,”

I say, nodding.

“If it works out, then we will marry,”

Frosty says, moving his hand to my ass.

He pulls me close to his hard cock, and I moan, holding him tight.

“Yes. Frosty Baby, I want you,”

I say, nodding.

“Baby girl, we need to get to work,”

Frosty says, kissing me.