ChapterTen
CLAUSE
When Frostie walks out of the bakery, she’s holding a couple of boxes and a bag. “I’ll take those,” I say as I open the passenger side door for her and then help her up in my truck. I put everything else in the back seat and make sure it won’t spill over as I get it and turn the truck toward the neighborhood with all the lights.
“So where are you taking me?”
“I hear you like the lights at Canterberry.” She gasps so loud that it startles me, and I slow down to make sure she’s all right. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s only my favorite. How did you know?”
“An overdramatic sheriff might have given me a tip.”
“Wonder who that could be.” She smirks and then bounces in her seat. “I didn’t get to go last year because the store was too busy. Have you been there?”
“No, tell me about it. Why is it your favorite?” I absolutely love seeing the light in her eyes and the excitement she has as she starts the story.
“From what I’ve heard, it was way back in the fifties that families in the neighborhood would get together and make decorations for the trees that lined the streets. The whole area is only one road in the shape of a horseshoe. So you go in and drive around the bend and then exit. I think maybe it's around five miles long. Anyway, each year they would add more and more and then eventually lights and all kinds of stuff. The tradition then became that they created these giant round ornaments that hang from all the trees. There’s so many that the fire department volunteers to come out on the first day of November and hang them up. It’s incredible.”
“So it’s a large display of giant balls?” I ask, and Frostie snorts.
“Round ornaments,” she repeats, and I reach out to take her hand.
“Tomato, tomahto.” I squeeze her fingers, and she squeezes mine back. “I’ll see all the balls you want if it makes you happy.”
“I’ll remember you said that.” She giggles again, and I could get used to that sound.
I can tell when we get close because there’s a small line of cars waiting to turn in. But we talk as we drive through, and it’s truly something I’ve never seen before. Overhead like a canopy, the lights glow, and it makes it feel like we’ve somehow been transported back in time. The homes are still the same on the outside as they were in the fifties, and the people here have embraced the kitsch.
“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.