Champagne Kisses: A New Year's Novella (Kissing Junction, Tx Book 4)

by MK Moore

  For anything big or fancy we have to go Dallas, but sometimes that’s fun too. Tiff picks up on the second ring not even bothering to say Hello before going off on a tangent.

  “It’s about fucking time you call me! What the actual fuck Juliet, I have been trying to get a hold of you for two days. Why the hell haven’t you picked up the phone.”

  She ends her rant with a huff. I can just picture her putting her hands on her hips glaring at me.

  “Oh my god Tiff, I’m so sorry, but I have a really good excuse. I promise I will tell you everything. Do you have time to come down?”

  “Well duh, I’m already on my way, I’m about ten minutes from town. When you didn’t call me, I decided to come check on you myself. You know that I worry.”

  “Okay good, meet me at my place. I need you to make me a cake.”

  “What? Why do you need a fucking cake?”

  “I’ll explain everything when you get here.”

  “Fine.” She says in an exasperated tone.

  We talk on the phone while I grab a hand basket and make my way down the aisles grabbing some of the necessities and of course the food I actually came here for. You know how it goes: You go in, for one thing, leave with a full basket.

  “I’m at your apartment, hurry up bitch. I wanna know all the juicy gossip.”

  “Calm your tits, I'm in the checkout line. I'll be there in a sec.” Laughing we hang up and am up next in line. Marla Denton is at the cash register. She is sixty-seven. She retired from City Hall and got a job here to keep up with all the gossip.

  “Hey, Miss Denton. It’s so good to see you.”

  “Juliet, how are you? I heard you were at breakfast with Dr. Pillman and that you guys kissed. How long have you two been dating and how is it that we are just now finding out?” I feel myself flush, and I’m not quite sure what to say.

  “Ah…”

  “It’s all right dear we can talk about it at my next appointment.” Nodding my head, I pay for my stuff and quickly leave the store. I make my way back to my apartment. By the time I get home Tiff has already let herself in and has started a pot of coffee. I barely get the door shut before she is tearing me a new one.

  “Well, we are both here you better spill the beans.”

  “Well hello to you too Tiff. It’s nice to see you. I'm good thanks for asking.” I say as I roll my eyes at her and walk into the kitchen.

  “Don’t you give me that shit. You know I love you, and you damn well know I was worried about you. The last I heard you were going to a party to lose your vcard, then poof you vanish for two whole days. I should kick your ass.”

  She starts to cry, and now I feel horrible. I was so lost in my little world with Matt, that I forgot all about my best friend. Walking over to her I wrap her in a tight hug.

  “I really am so sorry Tiff, you have always been the one person I can count on, and you always look out for me. I really didn't mean to not call you. I got so caught up in Matt that I was only thinking of myself.”

  She pulls back wiping her eyes. “Wait who the hell is Matt?”

  Wow, I have never seen her go from sad to mother hen so fast, and we have known each other for ten years. I can tell my face has turned cherry red.

  “Well?” She says as she puts her hands on her hips and raises her brow.

  “Ah… well, he is kinda sorta the guy I had sex with then I left my shoes at his place, you know… my Louboutin’s. Anyhow, he jokingly said I could have them back when I marry him. Then he showed up at Candy's, and it turns out he’s her brother. Later, we came back here and had hot monkey sex, and somehow, I love him, and we didn't use a condom.”

  I know I am babbling, but I can't seem to stop the words. Tiff goes quiet, and her eyes keep getting bigger the more I tell her, and her mouth is hanging open. I am really starting to panic now that I am out of my bubble with Matt. What if it was all fake, what if I am moving too fast, what if I am just making this up in my head to be more than it is. “Tiff?” I ask.

  “Wait, go back. You did what! Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she practically screams at me.

  “Which part?” I can't help my smart-ass remark as I fold my arms.

  “The whole thing. How could you be so stupid? Like for real Jules what the actual fuck?”

  “Excuse me?” I'm more than a little pissed now.

  “You should know better.” Her fiery attitude is just one thing I love about her.

  “Maybe I should, but you should know me by now. I enter into everything with a calm head. I may have rushed in with Matt, but it was love at first sight. Nothing else matters to me anymore.

  “Love?” She says softly.

  “Yes, love. The kinda love that hits you square in the chest and almost makes it hard to breathe. Where you can be in a crowded room, and it feels like it is just the two of you in your own little bubble. It’s the kinda love we have always been looking for Tiff. It’s pure magic, and I have a feeling your little piece of magic is going to come soon.” I say as I think back to the googly eyes Cam got when I talked about Tiff the other day.

  “Yeah right.” She snorts as she rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her coffee.

  “Trust me. Now, where's my cake you wench? I want to celebrate with my bestie.”

  “It's right here. I need all the details.”

  So, I give them to her. Every sexy, sordid, detail. Well most of them. Some were just for me.

  “Enough about me, tell me how the bakery is coming along. Are you still on track to open next week?”

  “Yes. I am so fucking excited.”

  “I think I already know who your best customer will be,” I say smiling. I move over to the sink and fill my Pioneer Woman stock pan with water. After placing it on the stove, I flip on my iPod, and the sounds of Justin Timberlake fills the tiny space. Tiff has begun her cake prep and preheating the oven.

  “So… why exactly was it so urgent for me to make you these fuckin’ cakes anyway?” Tiff asks as she pours batter into two round cake pans.

  “Well… I want to take dinner and desert to Matt at the hospital. Ya know kinda like a little picnic. I wanna show him that I’m a super awesome girlfriend. And you know if I was to make the cakes that would not happen. You know I’m shit with sweets.”

  “No shit Jules.” She laughs. “Do you remember those cupcakes you tried to make last year? I think I used one as a doorstop for like two weeks.”

  “Oh my god! Please never tell Matt that story. I am all savory.”

  “Definitely. If the writing thing doesn’t work out, you could totally be a chef.”

  “Aww thanks, Tiff. That really means a lot coming from you, my best friend, in my hour of need.” I say, clutching my hands to my chest.

  She just looks at me and bursts out laughing. This right here is why this bitch is my best friend.

  Chapter Ten

  Matt

  I make it to the hospital in record time. I may not have let on to Jules how worried I really am, but Cam is my best friend, and I’m scared shitless as to what I might see when I get there. I quickly get my badge and run into the ER, seeing Suzy.

  “Hey Suzy, fill me in,” I say as I reach the nurse's station.

  “Hey Matt, glad you made it. Cam has regained consciousness, and we took him down for some tests. He fell through a bad part of the roof and landed on the second floor. Donny and Marc were the first to arrive. He was unconscious for about two minutes by the time Gage got there with the ambulance. He was awake but not really coherent. He has been in and out of it since he got here. We have him in his room now, but he keeps going on about a girl who makes the best eclairs in the world. He says he has to tell her he loves her. I think he may have hit his head a little harder than anyone thought. We are just waiting for you to look at the test results.”

  “Thanks, Suzy, what room do we have him in?” I ask as I start going over his scans.

  “He’s in room 6. Marc is with him now. I’m off. Trish will be here w
hen you get out.”

  As I make my way towards Cam’s room, I read over his chart. It looks like he has a broken arm, a cracked rib, and a severe concussion. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Nothing too serious, but the motherfucker had me worried.

  As I get closer to the door, I can hear Cam talking about his long-haired beauty. Opening the door, I see Marc trying his hardest not to laugh as Cam goes on about how amazing these eclairs are.

  “Hey, fucker, what took you so long? I wanna get outta here.” Cam glares at me almost as if daring me to say he isn’t allowed to go home.

  “Well seeing as you have a concussion, a broken rib, and you fucked up your arm I’d say that’s a no go. Not unless you have somewhere to stay. Someone needs to be able to take care of you.” I say as I fold my arms. He turns his head to Marc and gives him a wounded puppy dog look.

  “No-can-do man. T is crazy hormonal, and she would probably kill your whiny ass.” Marc tells him as he shrugs his shoulders.

  Cam looks at me and tries to fold his arms only to have himself grunting in pain, and I’m pretty sure if he weren't biting his lip he would have screamed. I calmly walk over to him and check his vitals making sure everything looks good.

  “If you behave yourself you can stay with Jules and me at my place,” I tell him. I should probably talk to Jules about this and see what she thinks, but either way, we'll be spending the night together. I'll just have to call her after I’m done here. It's not too early for me to ask her to move in, right? We'll only be living in the penthouse long enough to find ourselves a house. Maybe I should just have Sam build us a house. I do have the rental, but a fresh start might be better.

  Yeah, I'll do that. I don't realize that I literally just had an entire conversation with myself until a pair of fingers start snapping in front of my face.

  “Earth to doc, ya space out there?” Cam asks in an exasperated tone.

  “Nah man, that's the look a man gets when he's in love and thinking about his girl,” Marc says as he gives me a knowing smirk and flops his legs on the bed crossing them at the ankle.

  I look over at the smug bastard, “You bet your ugly ass I’m in love with the sexiest girl in the world. She is amazing.” I tell them with a shit-eating grin.

  “Now you.” I point to Cam and put my doctor face on.

  “Cam, you can kindly calm your tits, you’re going to be here for at least another forty-five minutes. They have to get you a pretty pink cast, and we need to wrap your ribs. Now play nice with Marc while I go call Jules to make sure you can come over.”

  “Oooh gotta call the misses already, She the boss now? And why the fuck do I gotta have a pink cast?” He says with an eye roll.

  “Because that’s the color I told them to put on. Oh, and FYI you and Miss Eclair are going to be the same way from what I hear, and everyone else in the hospital can hear that you’re planning on telling her you loooove her.” I tell him with a wicked smile “Maybe we should have Jules call her up and tell her, hmmm?”

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Ooh he wouldn’t, but I totally would.” Marc pipes in with a devilish smile, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

  “What the fuck Marc, you're supposed to be on my side.” Cam glares at him.

  “Wait, how the hell do you have Jules’ number?” I demand as I take a step towards him. How the hell did he get her number before I did?

  “Matt calm your shit; the girls get their hair done by her. Do you really think it would be that hard for me to get her number? Don’t go all Hulk on me for fuck sakes.” He says as he rolls his eyes at me like I just asked the stupidest question he has ever heard before turning his head back to Cam. “And you, Cameron Galvington, were supposed to keep it a secret that Tegan was pregnant and instead you blabbed to everyone.” Marc glares right back at Cam before looking at his phone like he really wishes he had her number.

  “Okay well, I’ll let you guys deal with that while I go tell Trish you’re ready to be wrapped up. I’ll be back in after and let you know what Jules says.”

  As I walk past Marc, I punch him in the shoulder “I can go Hulk all I like, ass. You do it all the time when any man gets near T.”

  I hear him grunt before he starts bitching at Cam again as I shut the door. As I make my way towards the nurse’s station, I see Jules standing there with a basket and a pissed off look on her face as she says something to Trish. My girl looks like she’s about to punch her out.

  Chapter Eleven

  Juliet

  Oh, the twat waffle in front of me is about to die, who the fuck does she think she is telling me I can’t see Matt. With a quick glance down at her name tag, I semi-collect myself but realize I can’t be the bigger person here.

  “Listen here Trish, Matt is my fiancé, and I can damn well see him if I would like,” I growl out.

  Scoffing she flings her hair over her shoulder. When she does, I can see the obviously horrible extension job that she got done.

  “Yeah okay, how can he be your fiancé when he was fucking me in the on-call room three days ago?”

  “Oh! I'm going to jump over this nurse’s station and rip those stupid fucking extensions out of your goddamn hair and then bash your face into the desk.” As I make a step to do just that I see THE twat waffles eyes go wide and an arm wraps around my stomach keeping me in place.

  “Woah there baby, I can’t have my fiancé going to jail for something that never happened.”

  “Never happened?” I say, melting back into his chest.

  “Of course not. Trish, I’m going to talk to your supervisor about this, I thought I made myself clear the last time I was here. I never have nor, will I ever have feelings for you.” He moves his arm from around my stomach and takes my free hand and takes the picnic basket from my other and leads me away from the heinous bitch. He leads me down the hallway into a dark room. Once he turns the light on, I see that is not a typical hospital room. It does have a hospital bed, but there is also a couch and a small refrigerator.

  “So, fiancé, huh?” He says as he shuts the door, the click of the lock resounds in the quiet room.

  “This is the infamous on-call room?” I say, just because I have no idea how to answer him. My voice is full of sarcasm. I know it’s not his fault that he works with a she-devil, but damn she made me mad.

  “Maybe this was a mistake. We should just go up to my office.”

  “No, no, this is fine. I made you dinner since you are stuck here. With miss twat waffle out there.” I say as I walk towards the small table in the corner of the room.

  “Ah, Dollface, don’t be jealous. I don’t want her.”

  “I’m not jealous Matt. I am pissed. How dare she try to get me to think you were with her. What kind of person does that?”

  “I don’t know, but don’t worry about that. What’d ya make me for dinner?” He says, briskly rubbing his hands together.

  “I made my homemade macaroni and cheese, ham and totally not going to lie I had Tiff make you a chocolate cake with Butterfinger icing. I hope you like it.”

  “Damn, baby that all sounds amazing. Do you know what sounds even better though?”

  “What?” I ask though I think I know.

  “You, baby, riding my cock, here in this room.”

  “Oh really?” I say arching an eyebrow and moving towards him. I quickly shed my shirt throwing it over my shoulder and slip my fingers through my flowy skirt making it fall to the ground by the time I reach him I am standing in front of him with just my black spiked heels and my sheer black lingerie.

  “Holy shit.” He breathes, as he undoes his tie.

  “Do you like?” I say in a sultry voice as I run my hands from my hips up to my breasts. Growling, he comes up to me wrapping one arm around my waist and the other going into my hair gripping it into a fist at the base of my neck lightly.

  He pulls my head back until I'm looking into his eyes. My left-hand clutches his side while the other grips the wrist th
at is currently tangled in my hair. Moaning, I melt into him.

  “You, Juliet Fenley, are the sexiest women in the world and I am one lucky son of a bitch to be able to call you mine.” He growled out before placing his lips on mine.

  Our kiss starts out slow and sweet but quickly turns intense and passionate. Releasing my hair, he slides his hands up my back undoing my bra and letting it fall to the ground as I try to get his shirt open, but my movement is stall when he grabs my hands and moves me backward until my back hits the cool wall, causing me to gasp.

  My gasp turns into a moan as he traps both of my hands in one of his and starts to lightly run his fingers down my side until he reaches my ass, squeezing it before giving it a light smack.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you scream baby. Then I’m going to eat that pretty little cunt of yours until you come all over my tongue.” He growls before lightly nipping my neck causing me to moan and my pussy to ache.

  “Please Matty, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me until I'm screaming your name.”

  Groaning, he quickly turns me around and leans over my back “Oh baby, I'm going to make you scream my name like a prayer. Now place your hands on the wall and don't move them.” He says as he runs both hands down my back and over my ass. He growls as he feels my wet panties “That turns you on doesn’t it baby?”

  Next thing I know my panties are moved to the side, and he is thrusting two fingers into my wet pussy causing me to groan out and push my hips back.

  “That’s right baby, let me hear you.”

  “Oh God.” I moan. Fuck, I love his dirty talk. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy rubbing his thumb over my clit over and over until my legs start shaking and I feel the first signs of my orgasm approaching. My lower belly starts to tighten, and my pussy starts to flutter. Right before I go over the edge, he pulls his fingers out.

  “Uh, uh, uh baby. I wanna feel your pussy come all over my cock, not my fingers.”

  I don't even have time to whimper before his pants are undone, my panties moved to the side again as he grabs my hip and rams his hard cock into me.