I’m having breakfast with Gil to try to talk things out.
I hope he’ll be reasonable. Let me know if you need anything. If I don’t hear from you by lunch, I’ll worry.
I smiled. Frost wasn’t even trying to be subtle, but that was fine. I’d be happy to text him when Gil and I finished, so he wouldn’t worry.
Thankfully, Gil was at least a little reasonable. He apologized for threatening to keep me from the kids. However, he reiterated that he didn’t want them around Frost.
“That’ll work for a few weeks, but it isn’t feasible long term. We’ll revisit it when it becomes a problem.”
“He’s bad news, Shy. He’s a criminal. I don’t want him around my kids.”
“He manages a general contracting company. He has an engineering degree from freaking Georgia Tech. Stop being a damned snob because you don’t understand his lifestyle. He has a respectable degree and a respectable job.”
“He spent time in jail.”
“Because he stole a car to stay alive during the riots. The owners were dead in the front seat — they didn’t need it anymore.”
“And he had a fully automatic weapon.”
“That he was using to shoot demons and Celrau! Fuck, Gil! He was fighting for our side!”
“I don’t like him. Neither does the wolf.”
“I get that, but I’m pretty sure you aren’t going to like anyone I seriously date, so my response is that you need to figure out how to deal with that. You’re a father — you can’t afford to be childish about this. Nora had to be the adult last night because you weren’t being one.”
He started to argue, but I spoke before he could.
“She couldn’t trust you to be rational and calm enough to help her with her wolf, and you forbid her from getting help from me, so she went to someone who could help her stay human.”
He sighed. “Okay. Yeah.”
The following days were a whirlwind. Frost ended up at my house most evenings, and he spent the night more often than not. He brought food with him for dinner, and he showed up with bags of breakfast food from the grocery store once.
“I have plenty of food,” I told him when he showed up with groceries one evening.
“I know, but I’m eating a lot of it. Once you can spend time at my place some, it’ll balance out better. Until then, let me help with the food.”
“I’m not hurting for money, Frost.”
“Glad to hear it. Neither am I.”
I wasn’t sure it was possible, but sex got even more intense. Or, not the sex, exactly, but the energy of it. He knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t. So long as I obeyed, he gave me incredible, mind-melting orgasms. When I didn’t, he withheld them. Spankings were part of giving me pleasure, even though they fucking hurt. It was twisted, but I couldn’t argue with the fact I needed it.
So far, he’d spanked me with his hand and a leather paddle, and I preferred the paddle, which had surprised me. I honestly didn’t mind bending over for a spanking when he had it in his hand.
While we ate one day, he asked, “Have you successfully masturbated since you found the secret to having an orgasm?”
I absolutely didn’t want to answer that question, but I knew better than to try to keep from it.
“No.”
“Have you tried?”
“Yes. Fuck. It only works when you do it.” I’d tried pinching my own nipples while I masturbated. I’d even put a fucking clamp on my clit. Nothing worked to get myself off.
He grinned. “Good, then I don’t have to ask you not to orgasm until I tell you to.”
I glared at him. “Not funny.”
“I’m not trying to be funny. I don’t want you to orgasm unless I give you permission.”
“And are you going to follow that?”
“I haven’t fucked a sweetbutt in weeks. If you want me to not jack off in the shower, we’re going to need to move in together. I can’t move you into my house, since it’s part of the spa complex.”
“You aren’t fucking anyone else? At all?” I didn’t mean to sound so incredulous, but I hadn’t asked him to stop, and I’d assumed he was still grabbing a sweetbutt whenever the urge hit him.
“Have you smelled anyone on me?”
“No, but I thought...” I shrugged. “I assumed you were, and that you were changing.” Not to hide it, but to keep from being so in-your-face about it.