Daddy Frost
TW: Age gap, forbidden romance, taboo.
DIANA
Everett Frost—my only fantasy, wet dream on legs and so, so, so unfairly off limits.
He’s my dad’s best friend, and has been for longer than I’ve been alive, so even looking at him could get me in trouble. Well, that and also the fact that Everett is an ex-con, everyone’s telling me he could be dangerous to anyone but my dad since those two are like brothers.
But… I can’t help it. Whenever he’s in the room, his presence overpowers my ability to act like a normal human being and instead, I turn into a ball of vibrating puberty hormones.
I’m twenty-one, for fuck’s sake, I should be over all this.
“Hey, Diana,” Everett greets me, his deep voice echoes against the walls and shit… I’m wet. Great.
“Oh, hi, Mister Frost,” I greet him and I swear my voice sounds like someone’s forcing a cheese grater down my throat.
The corner of his mouth twitches and eyebrow rises, but Everett doesn’t question me. Thank fuck.
“Where’s your dad?” He asks and slides his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
My eyes instantly follow the movement and I want to groan or whimper, or be allowed to make any sound at all. How can someone look this good in worn out jeans? Just how.
Please turn around, please turn around.
Of course, he doesn’t turn around to show off his ass in those stupid jeans, but a girl can dream.
Finally, I remember he asked something and since I wasn’t paying attention, I improvise. “Were you looking for dad?”
Everett’s eyebrow raises a little higher, he literally looks like he thinks there’s something wrong with me.
Yes, Mister, there’s so many things wrong with me. Like how I can’t run my hands through your hair, can’t moan your stupid name and more importantly—can’t see the goodies he’s hiding behind that zipper.
“Yeah, kid,” he mutters and chuckles. God, how I hate it when he calls me a kid. I’m twenty-one, not a kid anymore. “I just asked where’s your dad, we agreed to drive to the city together. Christmas shopping and all that.”
I wonder if I write his name and last name in my letter to Santa, would he be left under the Christmas tree with a bow and my name on it? Preferably naked…
And as always, instead of voicing my thoughts and fantasies, I answer his stupid question. “He’s somewhere around. I think I’ll go with you guys, I need to pick up some last minute gifts.”
For the first time in my life, I see something shift in his demeanor. It’s not a big shift, but it’s unexpected enough to notice.
Everett’s eyes rake over me, his jaw ticks and gaze hardens. “You should change if you’re coming with us. We’re supposed to leave in a few minutes.”
I look down and frown. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
I’m not wearing anything outrageous—literally a skirt and a nice sweater.
“The skirt is too short for public outings,” Everett announces gruffly and crosses his arms.
Okay, Mister hot stuff, now you’re pissing me off. I’m not a kid to be told what to wear or not.
“I think it covers plenty.” I tell him and look away because I want to be mad at his attitude, not give in just because he’s hot.
“Wear something else, Diana,” Everett all but growls and stomps away.
What the fuck is wrong with that guy?
Huffing, I stand from the couch, grab my bag and toss on my coat. There’s no way I’m changing just because he told me to.
Also, in all honesty, I wouldn’t have time for that because just about two minutes after Everett stomps away, my dad walks into the living room. “Ready to go, honey?”
I grin and follow him to his truck, but instead of approaching his Ford, dad walks straight to Everett’s Dodge Ram.
“I thought we’re taking your truck?” I ask as I follow after him.
“Nah, I haven’t had time to change tires, honey.
Ev is known for doing everything ahead of time and with how icy the roads are, we agreed his truck is way safer.
If it was just the two of us, we wouldn’t give a shit, but my little treasure will be in the car, so we decided this is the best choice.
” Dad winks at me as he opens the truck door for me.
Shrugging, I decide not to question their decision and simply get in the truck. As I buckle up, I catch a glimpse of Everett sitting in the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles have turned white.
Dad gets in the truck and doesn’t notice the change in Everett, so the drive to the city is spent with playful banter between the two. I swear, whenever these two get to meet, I wonder if they really are forty-seven. They act like kids in kindergarten, calling each other names and whatnot.
I’m pretty damn sure they both do the dick measurement contests at all, thank God not in front of me.
To distract myself, I focus on scrolling through my phone. When we get closer to the city, my phone pings with a message, just one word, but it still makes my heart beat a little faster.
Daddy Frost: brat.
I quickly lock the screen and hide the phone in my bag. I swear, if one of them sees how I’ve saved Everett on my phone, they’ll both have a heart attack. Yeah, that’s not the trouble I’m ready to sign up for. Not today, not anytime soon.
By the time Everett parks in front of the shopping mall, I’m ready to jump out of the car and disappear for as long as I’m allowed to wander around.
The idea is completely shattered as my dad turns in his seat and grins, “sweetheart, I need to get your mom’s present first, so be a champ and stay around Everett until I return, okay?
We don’t want the old geezer to wander off and God forbid get kidnapped by Santa’s elves. ”
“Fuck off, Brian, I don’t look like one of the elves,” Everett grumbles, which only makes my dad grin even wider.
“Yeah, you don’t,” dad agrees and bumps his fist against Everett’s shoulder. “But you sure as fuck look like Father Christmas with your gray beard. Guess the size might throw them off, but I can’t risk losing my best friend, now can I?”
Okay, dad has a point. Everett does resemble Santa Claus a little—a very sexy one, but still, I see it.
“Whatever,” Everett mutters and opens the truck door. “You coming, kid?”
Again, why does he have to call me kid all the time? I’m not a kid anymore! I’m a young woman with the biggest, most unfair crush on him, yet here he is, acting all grumpy, growly and babying me.
Sighing, I get out of the truck, adjust my skirt, and from the corner of my eye, I notice how intensively Everett is watching me. Dad’s clueless, as always, still talking about elves and whatnot, completely unaware that Everett isn’t paying attention to his ramblings.
Eventually, when dad walks off wherever dad has to be, Everett reaches out, grabs my hand and pulls me towards the shopping mall entrance. I’m too stunned to speak. Holy shit, this is the smallest thing, but it’s still part of a fantasy and I’m so down for it.
Deep down, as we step inside the building and he guides me through the crowd, I hope that at least one person assumes that we might be a couple. If only for a minute or two, I want my fantasies to be my reality.
Everett’s hand tightens around mine before he finally speaks. “I thought I told you to change.”
Great, of all the things that could’ve left his mouth, that has to be the one. I roll my eyes at the remark and try to pull my hand out of his grip, but he doesn’t let go. “And I thought I looked just fine.”
“Fine is an understatement,” Everett grumbles, but doesn’t offer more.
In fact, he doesn’t talk at all, just pulls me from one store to another. After what feels like an eternity, he’s not holding my hand anymore and instead, his hands are busy holding the bags with everything both of us bought.
I think I’m becoming too bold for my own good, because at the very last moment, I take a sharp turn and walk into a high-end lingerie store. Everett stands at the entrance, his cheeks turn a pretty pink color and for a moment, it looks like he won’t follow me inside.
But, to my absolute surprise—he does. He stalks closer to me and growls, “What the fuck are you playing at, Diana?”
I turn my head to look at him. “What? I didn’t say you have to follow me everywhere. Can’t a girl treat herself a little? I’m not asking for anything, I’m just buying Christmas gifts for myself.”
“Fuck that shit,” Everett growls and takes a step closer to me. “Choose whatever you want, I’ll buy it.”
My eyes widen at the words. “What?”
“I said,” he says in that tone that makes my knees weak and leans in to whisper, “choose whatever the fuck you want and I’ll buy it for you, brat.”
Did I die and end up in heaven? I think I might have…
On another note, Everett doesn’t have to repeat himself again because now that I have the green light, I’m sending this grumpy, sexy bastard straight into bankruptcy.
I grab everything that I like, just like he told me. The more lace, the better. While I’m browsing, Everett is talking to a sales assistant, who’s batting her eyelashes at him, but his eyes are focused on following me around.
When I glance in their direction again, the sales assistant is showing Everett something. He looks so serious, slowly nodding his head while she’s showing off options, but from here, I can’t see a thing.
Once I’m done and almost feel sorry for the guy, I head to the check-out area. I sweat, the man is acting fast because he’s already there, waiting for me, holding a bag with the store logo.
“Got everything you wanted?” He asks and nods at the basket I’m carrying.
“Yep,” I grin and hand the thing to the cashier.
As she starts scanning the items, my heart almost stops in my chest. Yes, I know I’d send Everett into bankruptcy and everything, but if he decides to change his mind about paying, I’m doing that to myself.
My throat literally dries up when the woman announces that I have to cough up over one grand.
Is this lingerie made from gold thread? I didn’t even grab that many pieces.
Before I can fully process the number, Everett hands his card to the cashier and winks at me, just like he promised.
From there, I grab the bags and follow him around in a daze. I can’t believe that just happened.
I briefly catch that Everett gets a phone call, laughs about something, then hangs up and turns to me so suddenly, I run straight into him. “Brat,” he says with a wide smile.
“What?”
In true Everett’s fashion, he leans down to speak in a low tone, as if he’s sharing a secret.
“Your dad just called. He caught a ride with another friend, apparently going home to surprise your mom. He just asked me if it’s fine if you stay over at my place tonight.
Isn’t that exciting? We’re about to have a very special conversation about what it means to obey… and what happens when you don’t.”