Page 46 of Tinsel & Chrome

Frosty

A few weeks later...

We ride into the Mercy Strip Club parking lot to babysit the club. I pull into the back, where we park our bikes.

I park next to my Brothers and turn off my bike. I take off my helmet and gloves and hang them on the handlebars. I run my fingers through my hair, and I slide off my bike.

My Brothers start walking to the back door, and I’m at the back.

“Frosty,”

A man says.

I stop and turn around, ready to pull out my Glock.

It’s the fucking po-po.

Fuck!

“Miser, what’s up?”

I ask, crossing my arms and rocking on my heels.

I grind my molars and look as he walks up closer to me. I don’t fucking want to argue with the man, he’s Ember’s Dad. I respect that.

Miser stops a couple of feet away, presses his lips tight.

“You’re seeing my daughter Emberly, and I’m going to warn you once, do not break her heart,”

Miser growls, fisting his hand.

“The only plans I have for Ember are to protect, honor, and love her,”

I say.

“Ember is my Old Lady.”

“Fucker, Old Lady? That’s not honoring her,”

Miser growls.

“It is in my world, in the MC lifestyle; she’s as important as a wife,” I snap.

“But Ember is not part of your world,”

Miser says.

“She is now! If it works out, we’ll marry,”

I say, raising my brow.

“I’m holding you to that,”

Miser says, staring at me.

“Miser, I need to get this off my fucking chest! Do you know that your lack of action when I was a kid caused me and Ice a shit ton of abuse from the foster fucker,”

I growl, pointing my finger at him?

“What the fuck are you talking about,”

Miser snarls.

“I bet you don’t remember us, but I remember you! If you had taken the foster bastard to jail, maybe we would have lived a safer, maybe a normal childhood,”

I say in a low, furious tone.

“I don’t remember your specific call, I’ve had thousands of calls such as you described, but I did what I could at the specific moment,”

Miser says, gathering his brows.

“Indeed. That could be the case, but I don’t know. I was a kid. I needed to tell you,”

I say, staring at him.

“I’m sorry for any hurt, but I put in all I have, and I’m not perfect,”

Miser says.

“Right. Are we done? I need to get to work,” I say.

“Yeah, take care of my daughter,”

Miser says.

“Ember will always be my queen. No worries.”

*****

Christmas Eve...

I pull on my clean clothes and grab my cell from my bed. I look at the text bubble.

Ember I’m ready.

Frosty On my way.

I walk into the main clubhouse and look around at the rowdy Brothers. I walk over to Ice, Enforcer, and Psycho.

“I’m going to pick up my Old Lady,”

I say, taking the beer from the Prospect.

“You’re coming back, right,”

Ice asks, raising his brow.

“Yeah,”

I say, looking at my Brother, Ice, nodding.

I take a long pull of beer, looking at the scene before me. Ice is wearing the red Santa hat that he loves to wear at this time of year. It reminds me that we’ve always spent Christmas Eve together, no matter where we were. One year, we both received the red Santa hat. It was the only Christmas gift we ever had when we were in foster homes. We cherished the hats for years, and Ice still wears his.

“Fuck! Is your Old Lady bringing her bitches,”

Enforcer smirks.

“Don’t know,”

I huff, shaking my head.

“Marie texted that they’re coming,”

Psycho says.

“Fuckers, you better take care of them. They’re not fucking club whores, and I don’t want my Old Lady to get pissed off,”

I growl, glaring at them.

“Got ya,”

Enforcer says, nodding.

“Of course,”

Psycho says.

“What about grub,”

Ice asks, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, how about a mix of food? I want pizza, tacos, and some Chinese,”

Enforcer says.

“Yeah, that sounds good,”

Psycho says, nodding.

“How about you two order the grub at the Hell’s Club? We can use the back room. You two bring the bitches, and we’ll meet you there. I think that works,”

I say, raising my brow.

“Damn, that’s a great idea,”

Enforcer says.

“Enforcer and Psycho, could you wait for the bitches to show,”

I ask, rolling the beer bottle on the counter.

“Yeah, yes,”

the Brothers say.

“Ice, come with me,”

I say, lifting my chin.

“Yeah,” Ice says.

*****

“Frosty, this club is nice. The MC owns it,”

Ember asks, looking around.

“Yeah, it’s popular with the clubbers,”

I say, holding her hand.

“Come on, let’s go to the back room,”

I say, walking around the cluster of people.

I walk up the steps to the upper level and across the room, pulling her along with me. I walk down the hall and stop at the locked door. I enter the code, and we walk inside.

“Oh wow, you can see the club from this room,”

Ember says, staring at the packed club.

“Yeah, we monitor the club from this room,”

I say, nodding.

“Where are my girls?” She asks.

She turns around, looking at the room, smiling.

“They should be here soon,”

I say, watching her.

“It’s sort of cute, several booths and sofas in here,”

Ember says, smiling.

“Yes, it’s ideal for small parties,”

I say, looking at her curvy body.

“You look so damn sexy in this little red dress.”

I walk over and pull her into my arms, kissing her. She slides her arms around my neck and jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Fuck!

I pull away, squeezing her ass. She rocks against my hard cock.

“You love climbing me,”

I grunt, walking over to the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

“Yes, please fuck me. Frosty Baby, I want you,”

Ember says, smiling.

I run my hand up her thigh, under her dress, and hook my finger on her tiny panties. I tear them off, and of fuckincourse, I slide them into my jeans pocket.

I gaze into her heated hazel eyes and run my fingers over her wet pussy.

“Baby, you’re so fucking wet for me,”

I growl, rubbing her flesh.

“Fuck yes,”

Ember groans, rocking on my fingers.

I sink two fingers into her tight pussy, and slide them in and out, kissing her deeply. I devour her mouth, sucking and nipping her lips.

“Frosty, I need more,”

She moans.

“Baby, you want my cock filling your tight little pussy?”

“Yes!”

I undo my jeans, pull out my cock. I run it up and down her wet pussy, and then I thrust deep inside her.

“Your so damn tight,”

I grunt, kissing her.

I pull out and slam back inside her tight pussy. I fuck her hard and deep, grabbing her lush ass. I love every single inch of her curvy body. She’s perfect for me.

I rub her flesh, and I feel her tense, and I know that she’s undone. I fall over the edge with her, holding her tight, and bite into her shoulder as I pump my release deep inside.

“Frosty, I want more.”

“Ember, you want more of me,”

I say, feeling my cock get harder.

“Yes. Frosty Baby, I want you. I love you,”

Ember says, cupping my face.

“Baby, I love you.”

I kiss her slowly, enjoying this moment. I never dreamed of having an Old Lady, nor feeling these intense feelings.

There’s a loud knock at the door, and I pull away.

“Frosty, we're coming in,”

Ice yells.

Ember slides down and adjusts her dress. I tuck my cock into my jeans.

“Baby, is there a restroom?”

“Yes, in the corner,” I say.

I kiss her, and the door opens.

“You two need to be under a mistletoe,”

Heather laughs.

“Fuck, Brother. You’re on the naughty list,”

Ice laughs.

“Brother, you couldn’t wait to open your gift,”

Psycho snickers.

“Fuck you,” I say.

Ember and I give them the middle finger.