Come In Jack Frost
The Prince of Cold is Steaming Hot.
When stranded tourist Kyle Handley happens to meet a mysterious, hunky man named Jack in the middle of a cold winter night, things heat up between them. Who knew the legendary Jack Frost could be so hot when he’s the prince of cold!
But Jack Frost is full of surprises—and he expects to be obeyed. Will Kyle submit to a steamy night with this paranormal god of winter?
Inside is only slightly warmer than out. I can no longer see my breath. The main living room of the cabin has a couch, a small kitchen, and a fireplace, which looks like it hasn’t been used in a while. There is no wood. Great…hopefully I won’t freeze to death during the night.
Jack seems to sense my sensitivity to the cold. “It’ll heat up soon.”
Will it? I don’t see electric heaters anywhere. I smile and say nothing. If I would’ve stayed outside, I would’ve frozen to death. So this is better than nothing. I feel Jack’s intense gaze on me as I cross the small room to the couch—which I presume is my bed for the evening.
“Well…” I say nervously, clearing my throat. “I suppose I better turn in. Been…it’s been a long day.”
Jack smirks. “I suppose you could do that. I didn’t take you for the boring type.”
He advances towards me while I draw myself up to my full height of almost six-foot-one. “I’m not boring.”
Suddenly, Jack grabs my junk. My body had almost forgotten the mysterious boner I had minutes ago, but now, it suddenly springs back to life with a vengeance. Jack grins as I gasp in surprise at his boldness. He feels my large shaft through my jeans and presses against it, assessing its desire. My eyes flutter closed with longing.
“You know who I am. You’re not going crazy,” he says. “I’m Jack Frost. Prince of snow. Trickster, eternally young, and centuries old.” His eyes gleam. “And tonight, I have chosen you.”
“Chosen me?” I can’t help it. My gaze falls to his crotch. Through his shorts, I can see the outline of his erection, large and wanting just like mine. “But…”
“I want you,” he says simply.
Jack grabs me and devours my lips savagely with his. Suddenly his hands are all over my body, like he doesn’t know where to begin. A sharp gust of cold wind surrounds us and lifts our hair, and swirls around our two bodies as we press urgently against each other. He falls on top of me onto the couch, and grinds his crotch against mine, only intensifying my need.