Frosty, Inc

by Trinity Blacio

She smiled and pulled her top off, dropping it to the ground, moving towards the shower, letting her pants also drop to the ground. “Who said anything about wanting a gentleman?” she glanced over her shoulder at him. “Because I know for sure I never asked for one. That would be kind of boring, wouldn’t it?”

  The shower was impressive with room for two in its marbled-tile space. She reached over and turned on the hot water. She stepped under the water, moaning as the heat seemed to awaken any left-over cobwebs, but she really was needing her man this morning.

  She glanced at the entrance to the shower and sucked in her breath, seeing Keane there naked, stroking his cock, watching her.

  “Our first time should be special?” he said.

  “Our loving will always be special no matter where we are,” Holly said, stepping back as he moved forward.

  “Sit on the bench behind you Holly and spread them,” he snarled. “Reach up and grab the bar handles and don’t let go,” he ordered, waiting and watching.

  Her body responded to his words, more then she had expected. If Holly wasn’t in the shower, she’d swear her inner thighs would be damp just from her body’s reaction.

  Holly didn’t sit, she plopped down on the bench and spread her legs, but did a little teasing herself, as she ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples, moaning.

  “NOW you are playing with fire here, Holly,” he inched, closer as she lifted her hands up and held onto the two bar handles. But what she wasn’t expecting was the bars to wrap around her wrists, holding her there.

  She looked up at her man as he stood before her. “Very interesting, but I’m burning up with need for you.”

  “As I am for you, but we will take this slow. I need to taste you first, my Holly. You are mine.” He slid to his knees and lifted each of her legs, putting them on his shoulders before separating her pussy lips and staring down at her. “Look at that swollen little nub. I think it needs some kind of decoration.”

  Before Holly could say a word, a warmth filled her little nub along with a small pinch that had her moaning and gripping onto the metal bars.

  “Now you are decorated just for me,” he said and covered her clit with his lips, sucking it into her mouth, playing with everything he put down there as a single finger slid into her, slowly. He was so going to kill her.

  She glared down at him and Holly swore she saw a sparkle in his eyes.

  Chapter Twelve

  Frosty had wanted to wait, to make their first night something special, but his fiery soras had taken things out of his hands. But he would make their first joining as memorable as possible.

  Her little glares at him, made him smile inside. She would not rush him. “Holly, have you been with a man?” he asked. She was so tight when he slid two fingers into her.

  “It’s been a long time, but this is not the time for my past, please,” she begged again.

  “My time Holly, my time,” he smiled and continued to taste and explore her. Frosty placed, kisses and little bites up and down her thighs, loving her thick small thighs. When he had time Frosty would explore more, but he knew the bench was not a comfortable seat.

  “I need your taste on my tongue, baby,” he whispered, sucking her nub into his mouth and loving the squeal she gave him. Her legs shook on his shoulders and she tried to get away from him, but he held on, feeding on her.

  The stories had said that the first feeding would feel as if he’d gone through a physical change, but Frosty scoffed at the idea. But the stories were true. Her skin against his had started the process and now he would finish it.

  Frosty released her arms with a thought, lifting her up. “Wrap those legs around me, my Holly Berry,” he said, placing her back against the warm wall, refusing to allow his woman to be uncomfortable for one second.

  He worked his cock into her slowly, the incantation for their bonding rising to his memory...

  “This day, time, you humble me,

  Taking me into your, loving me, feeding me,

  Time has no meaning as we begin our journey of life, love, and family.

  Soras even in the next life, we walk together hand in hand,

  My body belonging to you,

  My heart is now our heart, one.

  This day is the birth of our Christmas, my soras.”

  Frosty whispered the words of their joining to her, loving her as only he knew how. Her arms slid up and around his neck. Her gaze met his and he saw her tears of love, but what surprised him was her words back to him.

  “Christmas, the birth of our love and our family. Just as the first couple came together so many years ago, I too take your heart and will cherish it, protect it.” She leaned in and bit his chin, smiling. “But if I ever see…”

  Frosty stopped her words, covering her mouth with his in a long passionate kiss. Pouring all his love into it, he promised her right then and there that no one else would show up at their home. In that second, Frosty not only erased the memory of his home from every female he had ever met, but also made sure none would show up at his office.

  Placing his arms under her legs, Frosty lifted her up, giving himself more leverage, thrusting into her, her nails now bedded into his skin.

  “So deep, more my soras, more,” she moaned.

  He moved his hips, circling, hitting that special spot inside her body. “Come, let me feel your body loving mine,” he said. His orgasm was out of control, giving him no warning. “Now,” and that is when he swore his legs almost went out from under him as he held on, refusing to drop them, but he did move back to the bench sitting. Their bodies stayed together as they both held onto each other, their new connection to each other showing him how much Holly was afraid she’d be nothing compared to the woman he’d had before.

  He framed her face with his hands, holding her still. “Nothing, and I mean nothing or anyone, compares to my soras. You were made for me as I was made for you, Holly. Never forget that. Even if the fates hadn’t intervened, I would have made you mine.” He smiled. “Coming into the office and seeing that cute ass wiggle while you worked in the filing cabinet was it for me.”

  She laughed. “Please, my ass is an ass round as the come, it’s nothing special.”

  “Oh, Holly Berry, wait till tonight! I’ll show you how special that ass is. I hope you know I even sent my head of advertising off just so I wouldn’t have any competition with you.”

  Holly giggled and slowly moved off of him. “You have breakfast to make for me, dear sir. And just so you know, I’m partial to bacon a lot…”

  He stood and stepped under the water with her. “First, I must clean my soras,” he told her and proceeded to run the soapy sponge over every inch of her, washing her hair. Frosty had to admit he couldn’t stop touching her.

  “Stop,” she whimpered, as he once more sucked her nipple into his mouth. “We need to get moving…We’re going to be late.”

  “I’m the boss. I can be late.” He moved behind her, rubbing her butt, inching her towards the wall. “Grab onto the wall. I need you again, my soras,” Frosty said, sinking his cock into her from behind this time, leaning over her, grabbing onto her breasts.

  Frosty slid one of his hands down her stomach, finding her swollen clit. It didn’t take either of them long before their groans and weak legs had them separating.

  “You touch me again without feeding me, I’m going to bite you,” Holly grumbled, stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel.

  He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “I promise one feast will be waiting for you downstairs with lots of bacon and hot coffee.” Frosty grabbed another towel, drying off in record timing before clothing himself quickly, the way his people did, with just a thought.

  “I so can’t wait until I learn to do those things,” Holly said, walking into the closet and coming out holding a red dress. “Go, food.” She waved her hands at him as the towel fell to the ground.

  “DON’T EVEN THINK IT,” she growled and he laughed,
before running downstairs to start their breakfast.

  Rounding the corner, he stopped and moaned. Her parents were there with her grandparents.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Holly heard his moan and stepped out into the hallway staring down below. Yep, sure enough her parents and grandparents were here. “You couldn’t give us a few minutes after the deed, jeez!” Holly mumbled, and headed back into the bathroom, allowing Keane to handle them while she finished getting ready.

  Today she would see her little boy and hopefully find out when they could bring him home. She grabbed the brush and stared into the mirror. Holly snorted seeing the hickey-mark on her neck as she started to brush out her hair.

  It would seem even her man wanted her marked, but she couldn’t help but smile. He had claimed her.

  “My soras, we need to talk,” Keane said as he came into the bathroom and held out his hand to her.

  “What’s happened?” she asked, going to him instantly.

  Keane pulled her into his lap. “Dylan is missing from the home. Your father went to check up on him as he does with you and found out he’s been missing since last night.”

  “What? They didn’t call me? Do you know how cold it is out there? We have to find him.” Holly ran to the closet, grabbing jeans, boots and a sweater, but Keane stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her.

  “We’re not going to find him on this world, Holly,” he informed her, and Holly’s legs gave out.

  “Your dad?” she whispered, looking up into his face, as he nodded.

  The hurt and shame radiating from him made her curl up close to him as he carried her downstairs to where her parents and grandparents were waiting. “You are not your father, Keane. Don’t even think I blame you. We’ll find Dylan and give him the best Christmas ever.”

  “Keane’s grandfather is with your father now, trying to find out where the little boy is. He asked to try before I went to get the information,” the king of their people, Saint Nickolas, informed them.

  Holly glanced up at Keane. “For your sake, I hope your grandfather can find out where Dylan is, but remember, my soras, this is not your fault, If I have to keep telling you this, I’m really going to get pissed off.” Holly growled.

  “Really?” he said, cracking a smile. “I know it is all on my father, Holly, but on this day, I really wish things could have been different.” He placed her on a stool, while he went to work in the kitchen. Holly knew he needed to keep busy.

  Her mother and grandmother joined her at the counter, while the men came around to help Keane in the kitchen.

  “Just so you know, as soon as we find your little boy, he’s coming here to stay. All the paperwork has been done. You are the official momma of that little boy,” her grandmother said. “After we all eat, why don’t we work on Dylan’s room?” she said.

  “Keane, what about the office?” Holly asked.

  “Not to worry, I’ll call and tell them we won’t be in today. I’ll have Mark swing by later after we find Dylan. We can discuss our dinner plans with him then.”

  “You really believe we’ll find Dylan?” she asked.

  Keane came over and hugged her tight, kissing the top of her head. “I know my grandfather. He will not allow my father to do this, hurt a child. We were all taught that a child is the heart of the family, the innocent that needs to be protected. For my father to steal our son goes against everything.” He leaned back and stared down at her. “Trust me, we’ll have Dylan here soon.”

  Inside, Holly could feel how confident her man was about his grandfather, and relaxed a little. “Breakfast, dear sir,” she said, kissing his chest and patting it.

  He smiled, leaning down, kissing her lips softly. “Drink your coffee,” he said, sliding a cup to her as he moved around to the kitchen again.

  “I do have to say you are one lucky lady. A chef and a good-looking man,” her momma said, earning a growl from her father.

  “And I’m chopped liver?” he asked.

  “Ewww, no. You’re like the best steak around that I love to sink my teeth into,” her mother said.

  “Okay children, I really don’t need to hear this,” her grandmother said, smiling. “But I have to admit you two do take after your mother. Our men are some of the hottest around, that’s for sure.”

  All three of them burst out laughing as they took their coffees and moved to the bigger table as the men started to carry over plates of food. She knew her parents and grandparents were trying to help distract her and Holly was extremely grateful for that.

  And she also owed her father a big giant hug for talking with Keane. Holly had heard part of the conversation where he welcomed Keane into their family and told him that he was now his son. Yes, her father was an amazing man when he wanted to be.

  For the next hour, Holly stuffed herself, waiting to hear anything, but sitting there wasn’t helping. She got up and moved to the window, looking out at the city, rubbing her arms. They had a fresh snowfall last night and it was stunning up here.

  “Your grandfather has gone to see how things are going. Do you want to work on Dylan’s room?” Keane asked, wrapping his arms around her and resting his head on the top of her head.

  “He has to be so scared, Keane. Out little guy is out there alone and I feel useless, sitting here,” Holly said. “But yea, let’s work on his room. I was thinking maybe we could find a little fake Christmas tree for his room and we could decorate it with football teams. He loves football. I know what we could do,” Holly turned and looked up at him. “We could get some football tickets and take him to one of the games. Maybe see if we can get some of the players to sign a football for him?”

  “We’ll get them all. Go on with your mom. I’m going to go see what is going on with Grandpa,” he kissed her cheek and was gone.

  “I really don’t know if I like that. What happens if the wrong person pops into your home?” Holly frowned, as her mother came over and wrapped her arm in hers.

  “No one can come into your home that is not welcome. It is one of the things with our gifts. How do you think your brother gets into all those homes? He’s wanted there,” her mother said.

  Her mother, Star continued. “Now, I was trying to see if I could find that service dog that your Dylan had, but had no luck at all. So, I researched and found a new one.” As she finished, a dark Golden Retriever came around the corner.

  “Oh mom, he’s stunning,” Holly knelt down.

  “His name is Bax. I made sure he was one of the best trained, and with our help, the two will bond quickly.” Star knelt down next to her. “He is really impressive. I’ve had him for the past three days.”

  “Now all we need is Dylan,” Holly whispered to the dog.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Frosty stood outside the room where his father was being held, a room where none of their gifts could be used. His father’s head was lowered, as his grandfather yelled.

  Frosty had never been close to his father, but seeing him here, broken, stirred something inside him he thought was gone long ago.

  “Congratulations I see are in order,” his mother said, coming up to his side and smiling up at him. She was small, but seeing her hurting too made him wrap his arm around her. “Why Mom? He was going to kill my soras.”

  “But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And as for why, even I don’t know this. Maybe it’s because we are not soras? I just don’t know anymore. Maybe I should have stayed away from your father, both of our parents are upset with us, that we didn’t wait.” She glanced up at him. “But I wouldn’t trade you and your sister for the world.”

  His mom turned and stared up at him. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have allowed your father to name you, and for that I’m sorry,” she sighed. “So many mistakes and look at where we are. The little one you are looking for is at my home. When your father brought him there, I wouldn’t allow him to use the child. Go, collect your new son and Keane, have a good life. Tell your soras the name she picked fits
you perfectly. Now go, while I see if I can help your grandfather.”

  Frosty leaned down and placed a kiss on her cheek. “I hope you will be at Beth’s on Christmas, Mom. Bring Grandpa and Grandma. It’s time to try and heal our family.”

  Frosty looked up, meeting his father’s gaze. “We’ll have to see what our king says about father, but Mom, maybe it’s time for you each to find your soras. You, have grown apart. We have our own families now. Think about it. Who knows, if you come to Earth maybe you’ll find your soras. So many of us have.”

  “Do you regret changing your form to human?” she asked.

  “Why? I can do the same things and more as human. Living here is cold, as the nickname you gave me, Frosty, but I’m not any more. I burn inside for my soras and my friends. No, I’d never change it.” He kissed her head and went to his old home, shivering as he looked at the cold place.

  He stepped inside, knowing instantly where Dylan was. Frosty moved through the building, till he reached his old room and pushed open the door. Their little boy glanced up and smiled.

  Frosty knelt down. “Dylan, are you ready to go home?” he asked, holding his hand out to the little boy. Emotions swarmed him. Here was his son.

  “Momma Holly?” he asked, coming to him and climbing into his arms.

  “Yes, Dylan. I’m Keane and I’m married to Momma Holly.” He tried to explain.

  “You’re Papa Keane, nice lady told me. Going to live with you two.” He wrapped his arms around his neck as he stood.

  “I am. I’m your Papa Keane. Close your eyes Dylan and hold on tight,” he whispered.

  The boy giggled and did what he was told. In minutes, Frosty and Dylan were in his living room, right in front of the window looking out over the city. The Christmas tree was lit up.

  “Open your eyes Dylan, we’re home,” he whispered into the boy’s ear, kneeling down.

  Dylan stayed there in his arms, but looked around. “Pretty,” he said.

  “Dylan?” Holly said behind them.