Chrismas Kiss Novels & Stories

‎We collapse, tangled, breathless. ‎“Best gift ever,” he whispers. ‎I laugh, kiss him. ‎“Merry Christmas, Misha.” ‎

Time to walk up! Karter rolls over and rubs his eyes, "Isn't it like 8 am?" There comes that morning voice again, ugh. "Yeah and everyone's waiting for us downstairs. It's Christmas!" I announce. Karter sits up and smiles at me. How does someone look this good after walking up? God I'm so lovesick. "Merry Christmas babe." Karter leans in and places a kiss on my right cheek. "Merry Christmas my sex god of a boyfriend" I grin at him.

She said. Christian rolled his eyes, “I had to save my kids from a bitter mom!” He said and Mishka frowned. “Bitter!” She raised an eyebrow and tried to remove her arms when Christian kissed her lips. “Bitter chocolate!” He whispered against her lips, kissing them softly and Mishka deepened the kiss holding his shoulder, their body flushed against each other, and Christian’s hand reached to the hook of her blouse when they heard a loud bang on their door.

she grinned, lifting her chin for a kiss. I laughed, giving in and planting a chaste kiss on her lips. “You’re very welcome, my sexy little elf.” We both laughed, kissing as if it were still Christmas when the greatest gifts we gave each other had been conceived.

"You need a ring too. I can’t wait to get you one. I am so fucking happy I don’t know where to store all of it, Kir. I love you so, so much." I tip his chin up and kiss him. Soft, slow, finally clear of any unanswered questions. The kiss lasts a very long time. He is half in my lap before either of us has decided to move. "This is the best Christmas ever. I’ve just acquired a new lifelong source of smugness. I’ll be unbearable about this until the sun burns out." "I know." "You don't even know the half of it. You think you know, but you’re about to learn what you’ve seen from me so far has been child’s play."

“Those were perfect.” “High praise,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss me. “Merry Christmas,” he added, lips curving into a small, private smile against my mouth. I blinked. Then blinked again. Christmas. Holy shit. I’d completely forgotten. “Christmas,” I said out loud, half-laughing, half-disbelieving, the word bubbling up like a giggle I couldn’t contain. “Yes, it’s today.” “Yeah. December twenty-fifth.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Except this year it’s just you and me, with me watching you drool and taking mental pictures for blackmail later every morning.”

It was Chris. Before Winter could react, the hand she had reached out with was suddenly caught. His tall frame came down over her, pinning her hand beside the pillow as his mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was burning hot, thick with the sharp taste of alcohol, and it swallowed every sound she tried to make. “Mmph!” Winter twisted desperately, trying to get away, but Chris clamped a hand around her jaw and wouldn’t let her. His other hand caught the collar of her pajama top and yanked hard.

The hand moved again, sliding down her stomach, brushing over her thighs, teasing her with feather-light touches that made her squirm. "Is this... a Christmas gift?" Her breath hitched. "Or an anniversary one? Either way, it's really special." "Don't talk." His voice was rough and commanding. Then his lips crashed against hers. The kiss was deep, hungry and possessive. Grace melted into it, her heart pounding so hard she thought it might burst. The water felt impossibly warm around her body.

He looked at me, waiting for the moment I’ll finally speak my desire. I stood in front of his, wrapping my hands around his neck. “ All I want for Christmas is… YOU Brian.” I finally spoke, looking straight in his eyes that was filled with amusement. “ You really.. want that?.” He asked with an unsure eyes. “ Definitely.” I said as I tipped toed, pressing my lips on his. he wrapped his hands tighter around my waist, kissing me deeply like it was actually our first passionate kiss. I broke the kiss as I managed to speak. “ I need to tell you something… the truth.. the full truth Brian.”

It’s sad that even their pups have to double-check who is who. Jared is more cautious about it, but Christy? She says “fuck it” and cuddles into me. She wraps her arms around my neck and plants a big, sloppy baby kiss on my cheek. You know the ones. All open mouth, all tongue, no lips. I am now licked and thoroughly covered in baby spit. And when she pulls back, she smacks her lips together like her parents do when they kiss her. Yup. That just happened to me. And I love it. It’s the fucking best.