Page 55 of Frost
Jack laughs and throws his arms around my neck, pressing his face to the side of my head. “And how I don’t age? There’s no clever response for that. Years will pass, and I’ll stay exactly the same while you get older. We can’t be public with our relationship, Luka. It’s impossible. By choosing me, you’re choosing a half-life.”
“You’re wrong,” I say, returning his hold. “Being with you is all I want. I don’t care about all that other shit.” It occurs to me that I’m being extremely self-centered. “But I understand if it’s too much for you.”
“What do you mean?”
I pull back and look at him. “You said you’ve never been in love because it’ll hurt too much when that person dies. I don’t want to break your heart, Jack, when I… when it’s time for me to…”
“Enough,” he interjects, grabbing my face with both hands. “It’s too late for that now. My heart is already yours.”
Tears spring to my eyes, and I totally blame my overly emotional state on me being so sick lately. “So that’s it, then? We’re gonna try to make this work?”
Jack kisses me, and it’s the only answer I need.
The future is unknown, and I know shit’s going to get hard. But for now, I kiss him and revel in the present. He’s with me, and that’s all I care about.
Chapter Thirteen
I reread the email from my publisher and smile so big my cheeks ache. I sent the manuscript a few weeks ago, and they finally responded.
We LOVE the book. This might be the best Jack Frost adventure yet! The relationship with Varik is such a nice touch. Everyone needs someone to love, even an immortal teenager. Looking forward to the final book.
“You look happy,” Jack says, kissing my nape as I sit at my desk. “Good news I take it?”
“Very good news.” I tap the screen. “Look what my publisher said about the manuscript. I’ve been second-guessing the romance I added to this one, and now it’s like a weight’s been lifted. They love it.”
“I’m proud of you.” He kisses my nape again before gliding his lips up to my ear. “Shall we celebrate?”
My cock hardens, and I turn my head, capturing his lips. His hands run down my biceps and then over to my chest before he gently pinches my nipples through my shirt. I groan and stand from the chair, pushing him against the wall as I devour his sweet mouth. Literally sweet. He was munching on lemon cake moments before coming into my office.
This past week has been nothing but sex, laughter, and me being the happiest I’ve ever been. I even got a shitload of writing done too, which is a miracle considering how Jack has practically kept me captive in bed, constantly stealing me away for an afternoon quickie or a late-night fuck fest.
“Can’t make it to the bed,” Jack moans, tugging me over to the love seat and pushing me down on it. “Need you now.”
“My ass is still sore from this morning,” I mutter between hard kisses. Jack fucked me good and hard right after I woke up. Four hours later and I still feel the ache of him.
“It’s your cock I want, not your ass.” Jack bites at my neck as he pulls down my sweats. My cock bounces free, and he gives a sexy little growl against my skin. “Your author wardrobe pleases me greatly. No buttons or zippers. Just sweatpants and baggy shirts that make you look too endearing. Even better? All too easy to take off.”
“It’s called being comfortable,” I say, smiling up at him as he straddles my lap. I grip his ass before tugging down his tights. He maneuvers around to help me take them off, and then he’s back on top of me, our cocks sliding together. I arch a brow when he reaches behind the cushion and pulls out a small bottle of lubricant. “Are you putting lube stashes all over the house?”
“It’s important to always be prepared,” he responds before slicking my erection. “And it’s Valentine’s Day. Making love to you all day long is the best way to celebrate.”
“I forgot that was today,” I say, then softly hiss through clenched teeth when he sinks down onto my cock. My hands move to his hips. “Is Cupid real? Like a little cherub who flies around wearing a diaper and shooting love arrows?”
Jack snorts a laugh and gifts me with a toothy grin. “Eros has always been salty about that depiction. It started as a prank, you see, from his brother Anteros. The humans have viewed him as such ever since, much to his displeasure. He has wings and he’s always half-naked, but he’s far from a little cherub. He’s the god of love and sexual attraction, and very few beings, mortal and immortal alike, can even come close to his beauty.”
“I beg to differ,” I say, cupping Jack’s cheek in my palm. I slowly thrust up into his tight heat. “No one can be more beautiful than you.”
He softly moans and buries his fingers in the back of my hair.
All talk about the god is cast aside as lust takes us over. Lust… and love. I still haven’t told Jack those three words. Each time I nearly tell him, I chicken out. I’ve never said those words to any guy before. And it’s scary as fuck.
“I see your mind at work, little light,” Jack says with a raspy groan as he rides me nice and slow. “Come back to me.”
“I’m right here.” I slide my hands to his lower back and meet him with a deep thrust. “Nowhere else I wanna be.”
“Me either.” He kisses me and rolls his hips, taking me deep into his body before pulling nearly all the way off, then slamming back down again.
My damn toes curl as he picks up pace. His ass hugs every inch of my cock, as if it were made for me. I take hold of his bobbing erection, stroking him from root to tip. He sucks in a breath and grinds on me harder, each upward motion of his hips causing him to thrust into my hand.
