Page 14 of Frost
The man who brings the snow just so happens to be a friend of mine. Though, Jack feels like so much more than that.
Where does he stay at night? Where does he sleep?
I think over various possibilities as I grab hamburger meat from the fridge and drop it into a pot on the stove. Does he sleep in a tree? Like one of those big trees with thick branches and a hollow in the center. Of course, it makes me think of Peter Pan again. If Jack Frost is real, are all the other legends and fairy tales real too?
What about vampires, werewolves, and zombies?
Santa Claus?
Oh god.Don’t be ridiculous. I’m sure he’s fake at least.
“Your meat’s not seasoned enough.”
I gasp and fling around, spatula in hand.
Jack eyes the cooking utensil and tilts his head. “That’s a strange weapon. What are you gonna do, swat me to death?”
“I swear to god, you’re going to put me in an early grave.” I relax and turn back around to the pot. I add salt and pepper to the meat, then grab a bell pepper from the fridge to chop it up. Jack watches me move around the kitchen, silent but curious. “Did you sneak in through my window again?”
“No, I used the door this time.” Jack grabs the onion I was about to cut and tosses it in the air. Once. Twice. “You were too much in your head to hear me. What were you thinking about anyway? Your face was all scrunched like a raisin.”
“A raisin? Thanks.” I snatch the onion from him and place it back on the cutting board, chopping the ends before slicing it. “I was thinking about you.”
“Oh?” Jack hops off the counter and scoots me out of the way. He finishes chopping the onion and adds it to the cooking meat. “Did these thoughts involve me naked and flat on my back?”
A mix between a laugh and a groan leaves my lips. The thought of him naked makes my dick twitch. “No. Nothing like that.”
“Good.” Jack proceeds to stir the meat and add the bell pepper, along with a pinch of fresh garlic. “Because you’d be the one on your back, not me.”
Oh fuck.I suck in a breath and try to calm my racing heart. My dick, though, has a mind of its own. My pants get tight, and I turn away from him.
“If you weren’t imagining ways to make me scream your name, whatwereyou thinking about?”
The casual way he speaks of sex baffles me. I have to remind myself that he’s been around since Ancient Greece. He’s fucked his way all through the past thousand years. And back then, sex wasn’t something to be ashamed or embarrassed about. It was celebrated.
“I was wondering where you live,” I say, forcing myself to stop thinking about him naked and writhing as I rode his cock.
“In the woods.”
I snort a laugh. “I knowthat.But, like, where in the woods?”
The meat, onion, and bell pepper need to cook for a while in the pot, so I turn from the stove and come face-to-face with him. So much for not thinking about sex. With him so close, I imagine his naked body all over mine and his teeth sinking into my skin. His tongue licking trails down my neck.
“I can show you if you like,” Jack answers, his eyes dropping to my mouth before lifting again. “But for tonight, I’d like to stay here with you. If you’ll have me.”
I swallow hard and lean back against the counter for support. I’d fall over otherwise. He makes me weak in the knees. “I’d like that.”
“Great.” Jack grabs the can of tomatoes I’d set out, and his brow scrunches as he looks at it. “So much better when fresh. What are you cooking anyway?”
“Chili.”
His face lights up. “One of my favorites. It’s a hearty meal.”
“You eat chili?”
He emits a musical little laugh. “What did you think I eat, Luka? Berries, ice, and twigs?”
“Well… yeah.”
