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

by MK Moore

  “Oh!” I scream as my orgasm rips through me.

  He grabs my hair in his fist, pulling my head back until my lips are right next to his. “Fuck, every time I’m inside your tight little pussy it feels like coming home.” He says in a gravelly voice before slamming his lips on mine. I moan into his mouth as he starts to pound into me in short hard thrusts. Wrapping my arm around the back of his neck and my other is gripping the hand on my hip. Groaning a pull my mouth away from his as he starts to fuck me harder.

  “Oh God Matt I’m coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck MATT.” I scream out as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt rips through my body. He grunts out my name as he comes inside my pussy. He thrusts into me a few more times before slowly pulling out causing us both to groan at the loss.

  Chapter Twelve

  Matt

  “Well, well, well what do we have here?” I turn my head slightly and see Trish leaning against the door dangling a key from her fingertips.

  “What the fuck Trish?” I quickly stuff my cock back in my pants zipping them up before turning around and covering Jules with my body. I expect her to be pissed or scream, but when I hear her start to snicker, I turn my head away from Trish and look at Jules who has turned around to glare at Trish.

  “Baby, she's a girl you don't gotta protect me. Now if she doesn't get her eyes off my man she'll be the one needing protection from a very angry fiancé.” She says as she walks around me naked except for her sexy black panties and heels. She is hot as fuck and knows it.

  “Now listen here Miss Twat Waffle. I won’t have Matt talk to your bosses about this little peeping tom thing and the allegations about you sleeping together if you don't say anything about what you saw in here. If not, I can find a very pleasant way to fuck up your face. Sound good?” She says as she folds her arms covering her sexy tits. Fuck, my girl is sassy as fuck.

  I cough to hide my chuckle at the look on Trish’s face. It’s a cross between being shocked someone talked to her like that and pissed to be called out on her shit. And worried that she might lose her job seeing as I know this won't be her first reprimand.

  She is known as Trish the bitch and has been trying to get in my pants for the last three years. She just hasn’t taken no for an answer.

  When she doesn't say anything, Jules makes a step towards her. Causing Trish to quickly stomp her foot like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum.

  “Fine, what the fuck ever.” She fumes as she slams the door.

  “God, I love you.” The words just pop out of my mouth. She turns around so fast that she would have fallen if I hadn't wrapped my arms around her. She looks up at me with tears in her eyes

  “You love me?”

  “Dollface, I fell in love with you the moment you walked into the New Year’s Eve party like you owned the place with your red fuck me heels.”

  “This is all happening so fast, but you know I love you too right?”

  “I know now, Juliet,” I say as I kiss her swollen lips, leaving her breathless. I reluctantly move to let her out of my arms, but she stops me by grabbing both of my forearms, and her eyes go wide.

  “Oh no, your food is cold.”

  Chuckling, I make my eyes go really big “Oh no… It was so worth it baby. Plus, there’s a microwave right there.” I point to the right side of the room by the fridge.

  She lets go of my arms quickly, turning she walks over to start putting her skirt back on.

  “And where do you think you’re going little missy I’m not just a booty call. Your sweet little ass is going to eat with me.” I say as my mouth starts to water. I watch her as she bends down to get her skirt. Damn, she has the most delicious ass I’ve ever seen. I just want to bite it. When she laughs, I look up from her ass and see her looking at me.

  “So, you wanna bite my ass huh?”

  Holy fuck I can’t believe I said that out loud. I don’t think I have ever blushed before, but I’m pretty sure my face is bright red. Trying to play it off, I straighten my shirt and clear my throat. “Fuck yes I do, and I plan on fucking it one day too.”

  “Promises, promises.” She says with a sassy wink as she pulls her shirt on and moves towards the picnic basket she brought. I walk over to the table and pick up her bra letting it dangle from my finger.

  “Aren't you forgetting something.” Looking over her shoulder, she looks at the bra then at me.

  “Nope figured you’d like that to go with my shoes.”

  “That’s a good point. I plan on having a full outfit before we get married.”

  When she laughs and turns back to plating up the food she brought. It smells fantastic as she puts it in the microwave. I try to help her get things ready, but she smacks my hand away and tells me to sit my ass down. I hold my hands up in surrender and do as I’m told.

  “Yes, ma'am,” I say as I sit down at the table. After a few minutes, she brings me a huge helping of macaroni and cheese and ham. Don't tell my mama but it literally is the best mac and cheese I have ever had. If she cooks everything like this, I’m going to have to hit the gym at least two more times a week. “Hell, baby you're a damn good cook.” She blushes at my phrase, and it’s so cute I can’t help but lean over and kiss her softly.

  “Just wait until you try this cake. Tiff is literally the most amazing baker this side of the Mississippi. I can’t wait for her to fall for Cam.”

  “Oh, I know for a fact that he can’t wait for her to fall for him either,” I say with a wicked smile.

  “What’s that smile for?” she asks with her head tilted to the side. “He is actually here. That's why I had to come in. When I got to his room, he was going on about how he loves the eclair lady from Dallas, and plans to tell her he loves her.”

  She throws her head back and laughs “Oh God, she is going to eat him alive. I can’t wait.”

  “Speaking of Cam, he needs to stay with someone tonight, and I was wondering if it would be okay if we stayed at my place, so he could stay there with us?” Her eyes light up with mischief.

  “Oh, that will totally work. I was going to see if Tiff wants to stay with me, so she doesn’t have to drive back and forth to Dallas until her apartment is ready. Ya know maybe we can get the wheels turning for them? What do you say, baby, wanna play matchmaker with me?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Matt

  I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to come up with the perfect way to ask my girl to marry me, and in those two weeks, I have fallen in love with her even more.

  We are vastly different in many ways, but somehow it works for us. Juliet really is my other half.

  Two days ago, it finally dawned on me the perfect way to propose. I enlisted the help of Tiffani. She has this giant binder of things she makes sitting on the counter in her bakery that people can use to place orders.

  Inside I found a solid milk chocolate shoe. Since Jules has what I would call an unhealthy relationship with shoes, it’s perfect for what I have in mind. Jules is at work and has appointments all day, so I know that she won’t find out what I planned for us tonight.

  Walking into “Tiff’s Treats” I see Cam already here talking to Tiff. Jules wasn’t kidding when she said he had his work cut out for him. I have never seen someone so small be so fiery. She reminds me a lot of Jules. As she hears the bell above the door jingle, she looks up and gives me a big smile.

  “Hey, Matt.” I hear Cam let out a slight growl as she gives me the warm greeting both of us ignore it and I walk over to the counter

  “Hey Tiff, you ready to do this? I need it to be perfect.”

  Rolling her eyes, she gives me are you a dumbass look.

  “Do you really think that I would let my best friend’s proposal not be perfect?”

  “Uh… No?” She starts to giggle.

  “I love fucking with you. I'll be right back I’m going to show you the shoe mold I made up.”

  “I would have never known.” I give her a raised brow and chuckle. When she turns the corner, I slap C
am on the back.

  “Hey bro, how’s it going?” His shoulders drop, and he sighs heavily

  “Man, I don’t know why she won’t give me the time of day. She is a total firecracker, and all I wanna do is throw her over my shoulder and make her see that we are perfect for each other.”

  “That sounds an awful lot like kidnapping, so I don’t recommend that method exactly, but good luck man. Jules seems to think she will come around soon, so there’s that.” I say, trying to reassure him. He just looks so miserable. He opens his mouth to say something, but Tiff comes back in before he can.

  “Hey man, I’ll see you later ok.” He gives me a shoulder bump and starts to walk out of the bakery before he walks out he turns around. “I’ll see you tomorrow sweetness.” He says with a shit-eating grin. It takes everything in me not to laugh when she huffs and stomps her foot when she stays there staring at the door I clear my throat and try to change the subject.

  “So how about we see that shoe?”

  “That man is so infuriating.” She says as she sets a bakery box on the counter. Removing the lid, she pulls out a tiny cake stand that has the most adorable chocolate shoe on it. “As you can see I jazzed it up a little.” She says as she points to what looks like diamonds across the toe of the shoe. “These are edible and made of sugar.”

  “Tiff, it’s perfect.” I am in awe of her talent.

  “She’s gonna love it,” Tiff says.

  She refused to take any money for it, so when she goes to the back to get a cooler box, I slip a hundred dollars into her tip jar. I’m not sure if she gets it or Verity, the morning shift waitress, but either way it will be put to good use as Verity is still in college.

  I have everything planned for tonight. I have a great picnic spread and I plan on proposing to her underneath the stars. My mom gave me my grammys wedding ring that she left for me when she passed away three years ago. It is a gold princess cut solitaire ring that I had Tiff put it on the chocolate shoe. I was going to have her put in inside, but I've seen several patients that have swallowed their fancy rings. I don’t plan on that happening to my girl. Jules is getting off work at six and I plan on surprising her there and having us go straight to my parents’ house.

  They have a beautiful gazebo that is surrounded by all of my mother's favorite flowers and flickering lights. It is the perfect place to ask my girl to be forever mine. The day goes by surprisingly fast with everything I am doing to make sure tonight is perfect. I am done by 5:15 which gives me just enough time to shower and clean up before I go pick up Jules. When I get there Jules is locking up the shop

  “Hey Dollface.” I tell her as I sneak my arm around her and give her neck a kiss

  “Hey baby, I missed you.” she tells me as she melts into me.

  “I missed you too Dollface, wanna go get dinner?”

  “No, my feet hurt. I want to take a hot shower and go to bed early tonight.”

  Perfect. Fits into my plans. “Ok Dollface. We are staying at my parents tonight.”

  “Sounds good. I want to take these boots off more than anything right now.” I lead her to my Mustang and we pull away from the curb. It takes about ten minutes to get up to their place.

  Once there, I lead her inside, where she immediately takes off the offending boots. I already had the wine chilling, so I quickly pour us each a glass.

  “I thought we could sit outside and have a glass of wine. Maybe I could rub your feet.”

  “Oh my God, that sounds wonderful Matty”

  Once outside I take her out to the gazebo and set the glasses on the table. Thankfully the evenings were still cool enough that I shoe was okay left unattended for twenty minutes. I sit her in a chair and kneel down in front of her.

  “What are you doing?” She asks me.

  “Well Dollface, I promised you the day you married me you could have your shoes back, so I figure that this fitting.” I pull the chocolate shoe out of the box and hand her the cute little tray. She immediately notices the ring and her eyes well up with tears. “I know that it hasn’t been long, but I know that you are my soulmate and we were meant for each other. I love you more than life itself. Will you marry me?” I ask as I remove the ring from the heel of the shoe and slide it onto her finger.

  “Of course, I’ll marry you.” She flings herself into my arms and kisses me all over my face.

  I give her a devilish smile “I wasn't planning on taking no for an answer anyway Dollface. Even if that meant fucking you tell you said yes.”

  “Oh... well then I change my answer.” She says as her eyes run up and down my body.

  “Don’t you worry, I'm going to fuck you all night long then eat you for breakfast Mrs. Pillman.” I growl pulling her flat against my body.

  Epilogue One

  March 2018

  Juliet

  Getting married on Valentine’s Day has always been my ultimate dream and Matt indulged me. I know it’s cliché, but I don’t care. Getting married on a Wednesday however, was not ideal. It took all my girls and me: Tiff, Candy, Teagan, Suzy, and Kristy to put together a lovely ceremony where Donny married us.

  The reception, however, was amazing. We mixed my funky taste with Matt’s classic style for something unique and tasteful. My dress was a white, plunging illusion, Vera Wang. He was in a gorgeous black Ralph Lauren tux with a red bowtie. I had three hundred candles lit around the little chapel I located between Kissing Junction and Dallas. It was so beautiful. It was even better than my

  dreams when all was said and done. Our vows were simple. Love one another forever.

  My parents didn’t bother to show up after telling me that I was settling beneath myself by marrying Matt. What do they know? They hate each other and everyone around them. I was bummed

  that exactly zero members of my family were there, but Matt’s parents welcomed me wholeheartedly. I must admit that is a fantastic feeling. One of my best friends/clients is now a sister.

  At the end of the day, being married to Matt was the best feeling of my life, but that was soon replaced.

  I also got my Louboutin’s back. Finally. I missed them so much. I had worn some silver flip flops to the wedding, so I quickly switched to my red beauties. My shiny black bottomed heels were back on my feet, and I was so happy.

  When we got home that night, I was surprised with about thirty pairs of designer heels lined up against my side of our walk-in closet. Louboutin’s, Prada, Jimmy Choo’s, Miu Miu. He got me all the ones I never thought I could afford. There are pumps, stilettos, wedges, chunky heels, kitten heels all in different colors and styles. All of them are so beautiful that I almost died.

  “Matty, oh fuck! You know me so well. Best. Gift. Ever.” I said, punctuating each word with a kiss after I jumped into his waiting arms. Let’s just say that our wedding night was amazing in all ways.

  We left for our honeymoon the next day. While we were in Cancun, I got what I thought was the flu. Turns out I was in the very early stages of pregnancy. Morning sickness is no joke and being in Mexico didn’t make it any better. I just wanted to go home, so we cut our two weeks in paradise short and went home early.

  I am due in September, so Matt likes to think he bred me that very first time. All of my dreams were coming true because I went to a New Year’s Eve party for research. Research that was a joke. The moment I met Matt, no other man ever stood a chance.

  I moved in with him immediately after he proposed to me. We only stayed in the condo for about a week. We moved into his Spruce Street house, and I decorated it tame color-wise for me, but the best part was there was no beige anywhere.

  My office was a splash of pretty much every color. My desk was made by Sam and had a heart with MP loves JP carved into the top, with a glass overlay. Matt commissioned it. It’s huge and gorgeous.

  His office pretty much stayed the same from the condo to our house except for this fantastic handmade quilt his mom gave us as a housewarming gift. It’s draped over the couch for a pop of color. />
  Once we found out about the baby, the five-bedroom house was perfect for our needs. We have talked about Sam building us our dream house down the road, but for now, this is home.

  I haven’t started showing yet, but I feel like the most powerful woman in the world. I have made a life with the man I love. Going into our bedroom, I see my man laying on the bed. It’s late, but I couldn’t sleep. I went to my office and typed the end on my eighth book. Now I want to celebrate.

  “Matty, wake up!” I shout, shaking him awake.

  “What’s wrong babe. Are you ok?” He asks as he jerks awake, sitting straight up.

  “I’m fine. I just finished ‘Ever After,’ and I want to celebrate.”

  “That’s really great babe, I am so fucking proud of you. I literally just got home from the hospital and fell asleep, so what kind of celebrating did you want to do?

  “So,” I said arching an eyebrow. “Wow, it’s really true what they say about married couples.”

  “What who says? Who are they?” He asks laughing.

  “They say that romance is dead once the rings are on.”

  “Our romance is everlasting.” He says as he lunges at me, tickling me until I can’t breathe. I am

  starving, I think as my stomach rumbles loudly.

  “I want ice cream and barbecue chips,” I say trying to catch my breath.

  “Cravings already?” He says laughing.

  “Well yes, but I would normally drink a bottle of champagne, butbecause you knocked me up, I want ice cream and chips.”

  “All right I surrender.” He says raising his arms. “Ice cream it is.”

  “Don’t forget the chips. That is the most important part.”

  “How could I forget?” He says sarcastically.

  He grabs my hand and helps me up from the bed. He leads me from the bedroom to the kitchen. I have already gained five pounds from this pregnancy, and I don’t care. I am healthier than I’ve ever been. My curves are exploding. Matt finds me sexier than ever, thank God. He can’t get enough of me.