Page 84 of Tinsel & Chrome

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.