Michael Jackson Christmas Novels & Stories

“Hmm, beer and women!” I glared at him. “Tsk. Spill it, Luis. What is it you want to tell me?” “Pft. You are too deadly serious, Bro. Hahaha! Let's go in my office. I will show what will put you in the mood.” I didn't reply on what he said and start following him at his back. I closed the door as we entered the office and he handed a folder to me. “What is this?” I asked. “I already found where is Christmas and she is in Jacksonville. It's not far away from here. You can drive there in just two hours base on my Google map,” he answered.

They quickly adjusted themselves with the blanket. "I live here, remember?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to hold myself together. I rose up the neatly wrapped box in my hand, a bitter smile playing on my lips. I tried to feel better but I couldn't! I feel so broken. "I bought this for you yesterday. I wanted to surprise you today, on Christmas Eve. But what did I got from you? Betrayal!" Michael looked at the gift in my hand, and for a moment, his expression softened. But it didn’t last. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he got up from the bed and walked to me with a cold expression.

My thighs shook, nails digging into his chest. He followed seconds later, groaning low and deep, hips bucking as he came inside me, filling me with heat. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me down against his chest, holding me there while we both caught our breath. The Christmas lights twinkled above us. Home Alone played on, Kevin’s victory music swelling in the background. Jack kissed my temple, voice soft and wrecked. “Merry Christmas, Mara.” I smiled against his neck, still trembling. “Merry Christmas, Jack.”

Leon sat at the head of the table while I sat two seats away, pretending not to feel the heat of his gaze burning into the side of my face. Rina clicked a remote, and the screen behind her lit up. “Our Christmas festival will run from December 2nd, which is tomorrow, all the way to Christmas Eve,” she began. “This year, the royal family has approved an expanded calendar, so we have more events than ever before.” I pulled out my notebook, my hands trembling as I forced myself to focus.

At the bottom of the frame a woman's hand rested on the waistband of his trousers, her position making it clear she was on her knees. The whole image just sat there saying everything it needed to say without a single word. Chloe and I looked at each other and we pressed it at the same time. “That's it.” “Yep! Absolutely it!” A message loaded and popped up in the home screen. Chloe read it out loud, slowly, in the voice she used when something was almost too much. "Your Christmas Fantasy is about to get dangerous. If you can resist the heat—" she stopped. Looked at me. "Come with your dripping pussy."

Before I could figure out what was going on, a tall and slender woman approached Dylan and me. She locked arms with Dylan and shot me an irritated look, asking, "Who's this?" Dylan answered before I could even say a word, speaking in a tone that made it seem like we had coincidentally run into each other. "She's Blake's girlfriend. She came to look for him." The woman immediately dropped her guard and curiously gave me a once-over. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Trixie Ashford. She was Dylan's girlfriend, and she had returned to the country specifically to celebrate Christmas with him.

Now what? ".... I wasn't sure what to do about it and I didn't want to raise the subject, with it being so close to Christmas." He tilts his glass at me. "I wanted Charlotte to have a good Christmas too." He sips again then, "And for that matter, you too." I blink back a sudden surge of emotion.... "So..." I swallow the sentiment back, letting the bourbon wash it down.... ... but not away... "... what else did you find?" Michael takes another sip, Mmmms appreciatively, then stands, reaching for his jacket. From a pocket, he takes his wallet, extracts something, passes it to me.

"Good because we don't want you to go either. So stay, please?" "Fineeee, you twisted my arm!" He pulls off a brilliant dramatic eye-roll making me laugh while Riley slaps his back clearly pleased that he's staying. I don't want something like this changing just because we are here and honestly, the thought of Josh being on his own tonight, waking up on his own on Christmas morning makes me kind of sad. No one should wake up alone on Christmas day. I've lived on the streets all my life and still, I've never woken up alone on that day.

“Yes, why?" “You're going to need it after now." Before I could process his words, he leaned in and kissed me. His hands found my ass cheek and pressed firmly on it. I moaned into his mouth, holding the back of his head as I kissed him back. Smack. Spanked my ass cheek. “You're hot," he breathed. I chuckled. “No, you're hot." He slid down my dress and it fell to the ground, then he took off his jacket, our lips still locked on each other.

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”