Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

But as my lips parted softly against his, tasting the faint trace of scotch and the salt of my tears, every ounce of his restraint shattered. With a low, guttural growl, Liam took control of the kiss. His massive hand tangled into the back of my hair, holding me firmly against him, while his other arm banded around my waist, lifting me slightly off my feet. He kissed me with a desperate, lingering hunger that had been buried under years of pain and silence—a kiss that claimed me, forgave me, and anchored us together in the cold night air.

Diana takes the seat opposite me, quietly opening her book again. “Sir,” Bonnie says hesitantly, “would you like me to bring refreshments for you and your guest?” I say nothing. I look at Diana instead, silently passing the decision to her. She meets my eyes. Then she turns to Bonnie. “No, thank you.” Bonnie nods, preparing to leave. “Oh—and Bonnie, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” “I’m his fiancée,” Diana says with a warm smile. “Not a guest.” Bonnie freezes. “Fi—fiancée? I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t know.”

For a brief moment, shock registers on his face before his body relaxes and he chuckles in amusement. “You sounded just like Jase for a moment. Thank you,” he whispers to me, though I do not incline what he is thanking me for. “Jase praises us like that we do something he approves of as if we are dogs or something. You distracted me.” His calloused tattooed hands cup my face answering my unspoken query. He kisses me and sighs into his mouth with relief when his tongue sweeps over mine. I taste the mixture of his peanut butter whiskey mix with my chocolate cherry Irish cream whiskey; it’s intoxicating. The kiss deepens and I moan relaxing into his body as he takes control. “That’s enough!” Ra

Moonshine is not only dangerous but it's illegal. “Stop being a pussy. Grandpa makes the best moonshine in the county. He gets good money for it in the black market. I've been drinking moonshine since I was 10, and I ain't blind as yet,” she winked. Mitch sighed. The poor girl didn't know he was only looking out for her. There was no way moonshine could blind him. But if Kitty wanted to go blind. So be it. She screwed off the jar cover and gulped from the liquor. It burned her throat and stomach. “Fuck yeah!” She screamed. Then she handed Mitch the jar.

I so did not want the same to be true of Blaze or Brodryn. “Little Moon.” I gasped as I felt him come up behind me, the smell of late-night dew and moonlight filling my nose as I turned and threw my arms around his middle, clinging to him and shaking with relief. He crushed me to him in a bruising hug before cupping my face and tilting it to his as he sealed his lips over mine, consuming me in a kiss that was lips, teeth, and tongue. It was relieved and possessive all in one and it was all Brodryn. By the time he released me, I was breathless and nearly limp in his arms, his hold the only thing keeping me up. “You’re ok? What’s going on Brodryn? Why can’t I reach the two of you?” I whispered

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

Not when he kissed like this. His kiss put all sorts of naughty ideas, desires and wants, hurtling through my veins like a drug. I couldn't get enough and I wanted more. More than just this kiss. I pressed my chest against his, trying to soothe the ache growing at the tips of my breasts. I need more.

The truth was, the song was pushing us to go beyond just brushing against each other's clothes and dancing. When Minerva opened her eyes a few seconds later, I kissed her. Her lips were as soft as ever. This time, she didn't hesitate at all to respond to the kiss. As I touched her lips and felt her breath, I could tell how much she had been drinking. Her kisses tasted like vodka, rum, and whiskey, I don't know, there were so many liquors mixed together. No wonder these girls were so out of it. I don't think even the strongest person could handle such a combination.

Before I could collect my thoughts, he surged forward and claimed my lips. The kiss was hot, wet, and utterly consuming. His lips pressed against mine with a firm dominance that left no room for hesitation. I gasped in shock, and he took full advantage, his tongue slipping past my parted lips to explore my mouth with skill that made my head spin. The faint bitterness of alcohol mingled with his natural sweetness, creating an intoxicating blend that left me dizzy. Kyven completely dominated the kiss, his tongue tangling with mine in a way that felt overwhelming yet thrilling. It was messy and unrestrained, his teeth grazing my lower lip as he deepened the kiss with an urgency that demanded my

She was flabbergasted at just how turned on she was by the kiss; it totally snuck up on her. Thrilled that her kiss had disarmed her, Kimberly mounted her cousin, and her tongue ventured farther into that docile mouth. She gasped excitedly into their kiss as she tasted Amber, as she collected her sap into her own mouth. She coated her palate with the sweet fluids, appreciating the little kick left by the vodka. Amber released a low cry of sex before her tongue dipped into Kimberly's minty nectar. Kimberly replied with her own sensual moan as they tangled erotically, mingling their fluids before either girl gulped it down.