Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

“That was pretty incredible,” I admit, and Frostie looks smug.

“What did I tell you?”

“You were right.” It’s the end of the light show, and there’s a stand across the street that sells hot cocoa. I pull over next to it and grab Frostie a cup so she doesn’t have to get out in the cold. Once I’m back, she takes a sip, and the moan she makes goes straight to my dick. I wait for her to put it down and then I crook my finger at her. “Come here.”

“Where?” she asks as she leans forward, and I see the way she’s looking at my mouth.

“Here,” I say as I drag her across the console and into my lap.

“Clause,” she whispers and looks out the window. “People might see in here.”

“All they’ll see is me kissing you,” I say as I brush my lips over hers. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

She moans as I slide my tongue over her bottom lip, and then she shakes her head. “I guess not.”

I keep kissing her as my hand slides over her ass and then to the waist of her jeans. She sucks in a breath when I unbutton it, but I smile and don’t stop.

“Don’t worry. Nobody can see this, but I’ve got to have a taste.”

My hands dip down in her panties, and my fingers part her pussy lips. She’s already wet, and when I rub her clit, she moans in my mouth. Quickly I pull my fingers out of her panties and suck the taste off of them.

“Goddamn, I’ve been thinking about this all day, Frostie.” I slide my fingers back inside her and then use them to fuck her tight little pussy. “It was all I could do to not fill you up this morning.”

“Don’t stop,” she groans, bearing down on my hand.

“I want to put you on my face and eat you like a meal.” My mouth moves to her neck, and I suck on her there while I keep pressure on her clit. “That little taste I got wasn’t enough.”

“Right there.” She grabs my shirt and digs her fingers into my chest.

“My pretty girl, cum for me. Get my fingers messy and let me lick it off.”

She cries out in the cab of the truck, and I growl as my cock throbs under her ass. Her pussy grips my fingers, and then I feel a warm rush coat them as her body climaxes. I rub the heel of my hand on her clit slowly to drag it out, and when she begins to shake and push my hand away, I know she’s had all she can take.

“Mmmm,” I moan as I slip those wet fingers past my lips, and I close my eyes, savoring it. “Now that’s a dessert.”

Even in the dark light of the cab I know she’s blushing, and I bend down to kiss her.

Just then a horn honks behind us, and I see there’s a line of people waiting to get their own hot cocoa.

“We should get going,” Frostie says, but I grip her hips tighter.

“They can wait,” I say and kiss her once more, just because I can.

After we pull apart, I set her back in her seat and buckle her up before pulling out and steering toward my house. She’s staying with me tonight whether she likes it or not. Great. I’ve gone from blackmail to kidnapping.

“Thanks for tonight,” she says and leans over to kiss me on my cheek. “Even if it ends now, it was perfect.”

“Oh, it’s far from over,” I tease. “But I’ve got one question.”

“Okay?” She sounds hesitant as she waits.

“So what was with that one house with the lamp?”

“The lamp? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, but it was around halfway through the drive. I can’t believe you didn’t notice it. They were probably the only house with almost no lights on.” I shrug because it looked like it stood out to me. “They only had that one lamp in the front living room, and it was shaped weird. It was like a leg or something.”

“The leg lamp!” Frostie shouts and then proceeds to fall into a fit of giggles.

“Yeah, that’s weird, right?”

“Oh Clause, I have got so much more to teach you.”

“You promise?” I say, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it.

“I do,” she says, and the two words hang in the air between us all the way back to my place.





CHAPTER 11





FROSTIE





“You know you didn’t tell me that you entered me into the bake-off.”

“I thought it was part of the deal.” Clause grins as he polishes off another one of my frosted cookies. Here I thought I brought too many sweets, but he’s eating them all up.

“The blackmail?” I say, and he shrugs. I don’t think he wants to talk about it. Since we’ve started this, we’ve shifted from blackmail to something else. I want to be here, and it’s not because of the consequences. “You know I’m here because I want to be. Plus, this kitchen is kickass.” Who has three ovens?

“But you wouldn’t have come without it,” he says, and I shake my head.

“You never asked.”

“You wouldn’t look at me,” he grunts.

“The reason I couldn’t look at you is because I was always blushing or acting like a dork in front of you. You flustered me because I had a crush on you. You’re not the only one that’s shy, Clause.”