Kiss The Sky Novels & Stories

from us, yeah, they were going to get paid back in full. “I will protect you.” “No,” she said. “We’ll protect each other.” * * * With our toes and fingers wrinkled, Sky and I darted out of the pool to get dry and ready to eat. I wrapped the towel around my wet body. Sky stared at me like I was a big juicy lollipop he wanted to lick all over. Just the thought made my insides tighten in anticipation. “May I kiss you?” he asked quietly, as if afraid he’d offend me.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

he whispered, his voice a lifeline in the darkness that threatened to consume me. Missy's arrival brought a momentary pause to the swirling thoughts, her command for Ky to seek treatment a necessary intrusion. His departure, marked by a kiss and whispered reassurances, was a promise of his return, a vow that we would navigate this storm together. All four of us. Cassy's arm replaced Ky's, her words soothing the raw edges of my soul. "Don't worry, Sky. You did what everyone has wanted to do for years... You were just the only one who could. It's okay, I promise you, it is okay. Just relax, okay? Everyone is okay."

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

I duck behind a low hedge, close enough to hear the slick sounds of their kiss breaking, Ryder growling, “Fuck, Sky, you're so hard for me already.” Sky whimpers, arching into the touch, his free hand fisting Ryder's shirt to pull him down for another devouring kiss. Ryder's palm slides lower, cupping Sky's ass, kneading the firm globes before slipping a finger along the seam of his pants, teasing the hidden cleft.

“Kaze? I’m warning you. I don’t acknowledge you as my brother-in-law! Don’t be so shameless!” Sky grunted in contempt. Kaze smiled. “It’s fine. As long as your sister calls me her husband, then you will have to accept me as well.” “Dream on! I’ll tell Darcy to divorce you right away!” Sky grumbled. Kaze heard a piano melody from the other end of the line. “Where are you now? You’re not on the train, are you?” “I’m at Socialite Club, Tiffany’s place. Piss off and stop bugging me!”

Her breath caught, her pulse spiking as the air between them seemed to thicken. Knox, leaning closer, slowly enough that Skye could pull away if she wanted to. She didn’t. His hand brushed her arm, a tentative touch that sent a shiver through her. Then, almost hesitantly, his lips met hers. The kiss was soft at first, exploratory and she did not push him away. Skye’s fingers, hesitant at first, curled into the fabric of his hoodie, her heart racing as the kiss deepened. His hand slid to her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek in a way that made the cramped utility room feel like the only place in the world.

Zeva responded, bewildered by Sky's request for proof. "If love is just words, how is it different from mere talk? Love can be proven clearly through actions and reactions," Sky argued. "Want to try it?" Sky challenged again. "Try what?" Zeva asked, still confused about Sky's intentions. "Let's kiss," Sky whispered into Zeva's ear, causing her eyes to widen in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind? Do you think I'm some easy girl who would just kiss someone else's fiancé? Since when did you become so insolent?" Zeva's voice was rising with indignation.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.