Never Kiss A Stranger (A Hot Romantic Comedy)

by Logan Chance

  I run the tip of my cock over her tight center. “Is this what you want?”

  She nods, and I lean my head toward hers to kiss her.

  I push my dick inside her, stopping when I’m all the way in and just continue kissing her. I trace my fingers over her slender neck, and dip my tongue deeper into her mouth. “I love kissing you,” I tell her when I break away.

  Her big brown eyes watch me as I rock my dick in and out of her. And it feels so fucking good. I keep thrusting in and out and in and out, again and again, squeezing her neck slightly. My other hand controls her hip, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

  I bite my lower lip as I dive deeper into her. I’m so hard, harder than I’ve ever been as I keep pushing and pushing, screwing and fucking her until all I can hear are her moans echoing throughout the room.

  And it eggs me on, making me go even faster, trying my best to get her to scream. And then she does, letting loose and throwing her head back. “Ellis,” she calls out, “I’m so close.”

  It’s like she’s said the right words. The words that make my body snap into motion even faster, trying my best to not come just yet. I can’t get over how tight she is. How perfect her little ass is as I grip my palm around it. How sexy she sounds when she calls out my name like she can’t get enough either.

  “I’ll do anything you want, Kiki.” I drive in deeper. “Anything. Your sexual fantasies are my desire to fulfill.”

  “Anything?”

  “Yeah, baby.” I shove my cock all the way inside her, and still my movements.

  Her body keeps rocking. “Don’t stop.”

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want to come all over your dick, and then taste your come.”

  Oh, shit. Fuck. I pull her hair, bringing her head back to me. “Come all over me, you’re so fucking ready.” I start my movements again, striking, pushing, and fucking this girl with all I have.

  Her orgasm begins low, her moans barely audible, and builds to something amazing. She cries out, “I’m coming.” And she rides me, slapping her body against mine.

  And as soon as she’s done, she moves away to kneel before me. My dick pulsing, missing her tight cunt to slam into.

  She opens her mouth and I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven. I pump my dick in my fist, grunting, groaning, pushing my cock against her tongue.

  And then it all comes to a yielding halt, my orgasm shooting through me like a rocket. “Take my come deep down your throat.”

  There’s never been a better sight than Kiki right here and right now. How could I ever leave this?

  TWENTY-ONE

  Kiki

  Never trust your mother…

  It’s been a very frantic week with Ellis and me. We’ve been trying new flavors of girly beer, as he likes to call it, and we finally came up with a wheat beer with strawberries that he thinks will knock the pink socks off women everywhere.

  And I agree.

  Today after work Ellis is bringing me along to hit a restaurant to see if they’ll want to carry his beer. I told him I didn’t feel right coming along, but he said he wanted to see me and spend time with me.

  It’s sweet.

  He picks me up, and we head off down the road to a little bar called Dune Dog Cafe. I’ve driven by the place a few times, but have never been inside. It’s always packed, and if Ellis can get them to carry his beer it would be huge for them.

  We pull into the small parking area, and Ellis and I walk in together. This isn’t like we’re a couple having dinner, no this is business and I try to keep my demeanor serious so as not to ruin any chances with Ellis and the owner.

  The owner greets us, and introduces himself as Dave. He’s very laid-back, and I relax a little. He pulls us off to a small table near the back and asks if we want a drink.

  Ellis holds up the cooler he’s carrying and says, “I have plenty here.”

  Dave laughs. “Now that’s what I like to hear.” He sits down. “Let’s try some of this beer you have.”

  I scan the small bar, it’s very beachy, and all outdoors. Almost like you’re at one of the pavilions down by the shore. The breeze sweeps through the restaurant, making it the perfect setting for a nice meal.

  Ellis opens the cooler, pulling out the first beer he’s brought along. The pale ale called Luau that I love so much. Ellis pops the top and hands it to Dave.

  Dave takes a nice hefty gulp, and then sets the bottle down. “Damn, that’s really good and fruity.”

  I smile, happy that he’s liking it. And I sit back, in awe of how Ellis sells to this man. The confidence. The sexy conviction he exudes.

  “Now, try this one. I think you’ll appreciate the smoothness of it.” He pops open the Twist & Stout, handing it over to him, and then giving me a little wink.

  Dave takes a longer drink this time, letting the full flavors of the hops explode in his mouth. “Ok. This one’s a winner. I have to have this one.”

  Ellis laughs. “Ok, ok. Absolutely we can get this one for you. I can do three-fifty for a half barrel. Or if you order three I can drop that down to three-twenty.”

  Dave nods. “I like that price. I’ll buy the one. I don’t sell that much stout.”

  “I want to show you another beer we’ve been working on and then we can discuss prices for all the different types of beer we offer.” Ellis digs into his cooler, pulling out the pink bottle with the swirly designs. “Now this is a hefeweizen geared toward women with strawberry flavors.”

  Dave holds the bottle in his hands, studying it before taking a sip. “Wow, that’s a good wheat beer.” He smiles. “This is a pretty damn good idea. I have tons of women who would drink this shit up.”

  Ellis laughs, getting along with the owner of this small little wooden place so well. “Let’s go over some numbers.”

  My phone dings in my pocket and I glance at the screen. “I’ll be right back, I just need to take this.” I excuse myself, and once I’m far enough away I answer Poppi’s call.

  She just wants to tell me the accounting paperwork she misplaced last week has been found. I step outside of the Dune Dog Cafe and run smack dab into my mother.

  I end the call with Poppi. “Mom, what are you doing here?” I give her a hug, nodding toward my Aunt Carol.

  “We’re having dinner. You should join us,” my mother says.

  “I’m so sorry to hear about Henry.” My aunt Carol squeezes me extra tight.

  “It’s ok,” I peer over my shoulder at Ellis and Dave, “I’m fine.”

  “Come sit with us,” my mother nods over my shoulder, “there’ll be three of us for dinner,” she tells the hostess.

  “Mom, I uhh…” Shoot. Ellis and Dave are walking this way.

  Dave smiles, like the good owner of a bar would. “Thank you for coming in,” he shakes my hand, patting the other hand on Ellis’ back, “dinner’s on me.”

  Both my aunt’s and my mother’s mouths drop just a bit as they scan their eyes over Ellis and Dave.

  “Thank you, Dave. We’ll talk soon.”

  Dave waves and walks away, leaving me with my mother and my aunt and... Ellis.

  “I don’t believe we’ve met,” Ellis says, shaking my mother’s hand and then my aunt’s. “I’m Ellis Atwood.”

  “Do you work here?” my mother asks.

  He laughs a little. “No. I own the Bearded Goat Brewery.”

  “I love that beer,” Aunt Carol pipes in. “Will you be joining us too?”

  I shrug. “Sure, why not.” I introduce Ellis and as soon as he hears it’s my mother he grins even harder.

  This isn’t how I would normally bring a man home to meet my mother, but it works.

  “I’ve always loved it here,” Aunt Carol says, pointing at the decor. “The colorful surfboards everywhere are so lively.”

  “I know. That’s why I recommended we come here,” my mother says with a laugh. “Kiki, what were you doing here?”

  We all sit down at a picnic table, a
nd pick up the menus already waiting for us. Ellis pushes the cooler he’s carrying under his seat and smiles. “We were selling my beer, trying our best to become a vendor here.”

  My mother raises a brow. “And you needed Kiki for that? I’m confused, Kiki, did you get a job at the brewery?”

  “Well, Ms…”

  “Call me, Lisa,” my mother says.

  “...Lisa. Kiki and I are kind of …” he doesn’t finish his thought because we actually haven’t had ‘the talk’. You know the one, the what-exactly-are-we-doing-here talk. I mean we spend so much time together, and we’ve had loads of sex, and I swear I’m connecting to this man more than I’ve ever connected with anyone, but without the actual talk neither of us wants to assume anything.

  “We’re kind of seeing each other, Mom,” I pipe in, helping Ellis out.

  He smiles wide, throwing his arm around my shoulder, sending chills straight down my spine. “And Kiki has been instrumental in keeping my brewery afloat.”

  He’s just talking me up here. I haven’t been instru-anything.

  Both my mother’s and Aunt Carol’s eyebrows raise in unison. “Really? Is this true?”

  “I haven’t been that instrumental. Ellis is just being nice.”

  Ellis runs a finger over his bottom lip as he watches my mother and Aunt interrogate me about the brewery. Then, he grabs the cooler under his seat. “She was the mastermind behind this.” He produces two bottles of the pink beer.

  My mother grabs it like it’s an alien head, and studies the bottle, and then sets it back down. “What is it?”

  “It’s a beer geared toward women. It’s a strawberry hefeweizen, try it.” He pops both tops, handing them out.

  Aunt Carol is the first to respond. “Wow, this is nice. Smooth.”

  My mother, more skeptical, takes a tentative sip. “Oh, this is good. And Kiki,” she faces me now, “you thought of this?”

  I give a little shrug. “Yeah, well I like beer.”

  “And now you’re dating Ellis?”

  I smile, with another shrug. “Yeah, I am.” But don’t ask me where it’s going because we haven’t even worked out the details with each other.

  My mother smiles. “How did the two of you meet?”

  “Yes, we want all the details,” Aunt Carol chimes in, taking another sip of her beer.

  Umm. Where do I even begin? Ellis and I exchange a weird look, both of us probably thinking the same thing. How do we even tell our story?

  “Well, I saw her, liked her, and kissed her.” Ellis laughs, and my mother and Aunt Carol laugh along as well, not really understanding the whole joke, obviously.

  “Mom, it’s a long story. But, we’re happy. And I know now I never loved Henry.”

  My mother tears up. “I’m so happy for you two.”

  Aunt Carol launches in about her own daughter’s wedding, telling Ellis about every single detail of it. “And we have peacocks,” she says, continuing on with her story.

  My mother nods at me. “Let’s use the restroom.”

  I feel a bit bad about leaving Ellis alone with my aunt while she brags about Marsha, Marsha, Marsha, but it’s obvious my mother has something to say.

  I kiss Ellis’ cheek before I leave.

  We excuse ourselves and head in the direction of the restrooms. In the hallway, my mother stops and turns to face me. Her brown eyes searching mine.

  “I know I’ve been hard on you…”

  “What?” I cut in.

  She waves her hand, to let her finish. “No, I’ve been so consumed with Carol and Marsha that I never really asked you what you wanted.”

  “Oh, Mom, it’s ok.”

  She isn’t finished. “I was a monster,” I laugh a little, “and I never should have put that kind of pressure on you.” She hugs me, tight and true.

  “I’m fine.”

  “I can see that now. There’s this bright glow all around you, and I can see it in your eyes when you look at Ellis.” She smiles, swiping a tear off her own cheek. “You never loved Henry, and I can see that now.”

  I hug her again. “Mom, I really like this one,” speaking about Ellis.

  And I really appreciate my mother saying this to me. For too long I’ve felt the pressure of Marsha’s life affecting my own. Many times, I’ve felt I couldn’t live up to the expectations set on me. It’s like a big weight has been lifted and I smile.

  “Mom, thank you,” I tell her.

  She glances back at Ellis. “I can tell he really likes you, too.”

  Later that night, when I’m tucked neatly into the side of Ellis, which I’m realizing is one of my most favorite places to be, I sigh with happiness. I could really get used to this. I want to bring up Atlanta. I want to bring up all the things of the unknown, and get answers.

  But, instead I pop my head up. “Are you sleeping?”

  “Well, not now.” He laughs, and I know he wasn’t sleeping. I hope.

  “I’m just wondering when you’ll hear from Henry about getting the money to start producing the dog beer and other stuff?” I smile. “And I want you to know I’ll be ordering some of the dog beer for my shop.”

  He runs his fingers through my hair when I lay my head back on his chest. “Thank you.” He kisses the top of my head. “Urban says Henry’s been kind of flighty. Like when we call, no answer. So, Urban invited him to Yasmin’s wedding. He props up on an elbow. “I hope that’s ok.”

  I nod, hoping the reason Henry’s not answering doesn’t have to do with Ellis and me. “Sure.” I twirl my finger over the six-pack abs he’s got on him. “Are you mad I’m making you go?”

  He laughs lightly, his chest moving up and down. “No, it’ll be ok. This is important to you. So, it makes it important to me too.”

  “I just know how much you dislike your father.”

  He shakes his head. “I was in high school when my father cheated on my mother.” He shakes his head, most likely remembering it all. “How can a man do that to the woman he loves?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “He left my mother with nothing. Absolutely nothing, and she was the one who stood by him and he ruined everything by leaving.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  “From that point my father became worse. He became very showboaty about his life, and all his belongings. Then, he started gambling and it has just snowballed from there.”

  “I understand.” We lay in silence for a moment as Ellis continues running his fingers through my hair. “Is your mom better now?”

  “Yeah, she actually lives up in Atlanta down the street from me.”

  “And she’s happy?”

  He kisses the top of my head. “Yeah, she’s happy. And like I said. This wedding is important to you, so I’ll be there to support you and only you.”

  This man makes me feel all mushy inside. I lean up, pressing a kiss against his abdominals. “Thank you.”

  He hisses when I make contact with his skin, and then he sits up. “I’m serious. This is who you are. You’re a dog wedding planner, and I love that about you.”

  My ears perk up at the mention of love. “I love that you’re a beer guy.”

  He cracks a smile. “I’m a little bit more than that. You forgot kickass dancer, awesome beer master, graphic designs that will knock your socks off.”

  I laugh. “And you forgot about the bedroom.”

  “Oh, right. I’m an ok lover.” He grins wide.

  I kiss his cheek. “You’re so much better than just ok.”

  He kisses me quick on the lips. “It’s because of you. It’s easy with you.”

  “I hope that’s a compliment.”

  He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant. I just mean, it’s like we’re always on the same page. It’s a great feeling.”

  “They say dogs have an internal connection to their owners. That when they’re sad, the dog is sad and so on. I feel like we kind of have the same connection.”

  Ellis breathes in my hair, sm
othering his face in the soft curls before pulling back. “I like that.” And then he kisses me, long and slow, smooth and deep, his tongue penetrating me to the point of complete arousal. When he finishes, he pulls back, cupping my cheeks in both hands. “I really like that.”

  I kiss him, because if I don’t I might end up blurting out words like love, marriage, and forever. And even though we have this amazing link between us, I don’t want to rush things.

  TWENTY-TWO

  Ellis

  Never count your eggs before they hatch...

  I think I could watch Kiki sleep all day long. Is that creepy? That’s creepy, right? Well, I mean it in a she’s just so fucking cute kind of way. And she is, seriously.

  I kiss her cheek and crawl out of bed, padding my way into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Yesterday after we left Dune Dog’s my phone had two missed calls from two more places that wanted to carry our beer. Dave raved about it, and I plan on telling Urban the good news. Once we get the money from the investors and sign the contract, life should be great for the Bearded Goat Brewery.

  My whole world is looking up.

  I let the coffee percolate, and the smell travels throughout Kiki’s cute little cottage. She lucked out in finding this place. It’s close to the beach, on a quiet little road, with not that many neighbors.

  I get the cream ready, and make myself a mug and take it outside to sit on her patio. The weather is cool this early in the morning, and I relax as I try to come up with a game plan for today.

  “Heard about Dune Dog’s, that’s awesome,” Urban texts me.

  I throw back another. “Two more places just called and I plan on checking them out.”

  “Perfect. Dad’s wondering if you can stop by his place. Noon.” I read Urban’s text, wondering what my father could possibly have to say to me. A ball of nerves churns deep inside my belly. This can’t be good.

  I finish my coffee, making my way back into the kitchen to rinse the mug.

  “Morning sleepyhead,” I say when I spot Kiki making her way into the room, her eyes still sleepy and her hair a mess. She looks cuter than I’ve ever seen her.