Page 85 of Tinsel & Chrome

“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.

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Seven

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Frosty

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A few weeks later...

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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.

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