Whispers of Winter: A Limited Edition Collection of Winter Romances

by Nicole Morgan

  Happy Monday. May your undies match your mood. Or Do you know what the best part of the day is? The ‘y’ because it is at the end.

  Crazy things, making her laugh at random times throughout the day. She found herself falling in love with this adult Hemi. The real Hemi was an improvement on the childhood fantasy.

  Kamiya arrived at the park that the Global Hearts Carnival was being held to find the volunteers there hard at work. Most of the vendor's booths were set up for their nine o’clock start time. Things appeared to be going well.

  Tyna, the Global Heart Foundation Social Media Liaison flagged her over. “OMG, I am glad you are here.” She started talking to Kamiya in a panic.

  Kamiya handed her a cup of coffee she had stopped at the Espresso Train and picked up her pre-order. “Thank you. I am definitely going to need this jolt of caffeinated goodness.”

  Kamiya turned and handed another cup to a volunteer walking by. “What is going on?”

  “The people that were to man the kissing booth have Mono.” Tyna waved the cup of coffee at Kamiya.

  “All of them?” Kamiya shook her head at Tyna. It wasn’t possible that all of them had Mono? Where was she going to find replacements so quickly? She knew the people who were to man the Kissing Booth had been chosen because they were all good looking and would attract a large number of men and woman. She couldn’t ask any of the volunteers; they barely had enough people to man the other booths.

  She glanced around frantically, eyes landing on Mikala and Tyler walking towards her.

  “Oh, thank god you two are here.” She walked rapidly toward them. Mikala’s shoulder-length brown hair streaked with blonde highlights shone in the morning sunlight. Her dark brown skin glowed with health. It contrasted attractively with Tyler’s lightly tanned skin and blond hair.

  “Of course, we would be here to support you on your big day. Just as you’re going to be there to support us.” Mikala hugged her.

  “Good, then you can help man the kissing booth.” Kamiya volun-told them.

  “What?” they both exclaimed eyes wide.

  “The people we had lined up to do it have Mono, so I need replacement and quick. It will be just one hour this morning and one hour this afternoon, please?” she gave them her best puppy dog pitiful look.

  She even made sure to stick out her bottom lip, letting it quiver a little bit.

  Mikala groaned. “Oh stop. Fine we will help.”

  Kamiya jumped up and down in joy. Giving each of them a quick hug. “Now I just need two more people.”

  She pulled out her cell phone and texted Hemi.

  Kamiya: Hey you wanna kiss? Heart emoji.

  Hemi: Good morning to you too. Hell yes, I wanna kiss.

  Kamiya: Good. Then you can man the kissing booth after Tyler.

  She wasn’t surprised when there was no response for almost a minute.

  Hemi: What?

  Kamiya: Please, please, please. I am desperate. Sad face emoji

  Hemi: We can’t have you desperate. Fine. I will be there in a little while.

  Kamiya: If you know another guy who is good at kissing, I would appreciate it if you dragged him along.

  Hemi: Oh, I have the perfect person. Winky face emoji.

  “Alright, one crisis avoided. Let hope this is the only one for the day.” Kamiya headed off to check on the rest of her crew waving to Mikala and Tyler.

  It was easy for Hemi to locate Kamiya in the crowd of people. She practically glowed. He managed to rope Brad into accompanying him to the carnival as a volunteer. He was surprised Brad hadn’t put up much of a fight. He only ever left his home for special occasions, but as soon as Hemi mentioned Kamiya needed help, Brad was enthusiastic.

  They strolled through the crowd of people who were already going from booth to booth. At the size of the crowd so early in the morning with the carnival barely open, Hemi concluded it was going to be a success.

  When they reached Kamiya, he didn’t stop himself from scooping her up into his arms and kissing her. He loved the taste of her. It was better than his beloved Espresso Romano. Rich, smooth, decadent with just a touch of cinnamon. The best of both worlds.

  Kamiya gave a soft laugh as he released her, setting her back on her feet. “Good morning to you too.” Her lips upturned at the corner at his greeting. “I would like to order one of those for every morning in the next foreseeable future.” She playfully swatted at him.

  “Your wish is my command,” a lopsided grin covered his face. “So where do you need us?”

  “Morning Brad,” she turned towards Hemi cousin, giving him a hug, “thank you for coming to my rescue.”

  “My pleasure,” Brad hugged her back. Hemi just watched his two favorite people in the world interact.

  It's going to be a glorious day. He smiled deep inside of himself.

  “So, Brad, if you would go and relieve Tyler at the kissing booth, I would appreciate it. He can explain the rules to you. Just remember the most important one. No tongue. We are spreading love, not germs.” She waggled a finger at him, using a stern voice all the while grinning.

  Brad gave her a snappy salute before heading in the direction she pointed, the kissing booth.

  “What do you need me to do?” Hemi looked around the large park. The sun shined brightly, but there was a gentle breeze blowing to keep the crowd cool. He turned back to find Kamiya nibbling on her lip, a small frown on her face.

  “What?”

  “I know I asked you to help man the kissing booth, but I could actually use you somewhere else.” Her small white teeth worried her bottom lip. He doubted he was going to like the answer to his next question.

  “Okay, where?”

  “The dunk tank.”

  “Huh?” Definitely did not like it.

  “The gentleman who was to man the dunk tank this morning got stuck in traffic and won’t be arriving for a little while. I need someone to do it until he gets here.” She explained in a rush blinking her spice brown eyes at him.

  Hemi didn’t even resist. He kissed her again. The way she was nibbling on her lower lip was driving him crazy, and if he was going to get soaked for a good cause, then he needed some incentive. A warm day or not, the water was probably freezing cold.

  He devoured her mouth. Soaking in the taste of her, ignoring the crowd of people surrounding them. Her little moans of desire just encouraged him to kiss her deeper. The way she rubbed her lush little body against him was causing his dick to grow rock hard. He would need the cold water of the dunk tank to get it under control again, or it would end up bursting out of his pants.

  He lifted his mouth from her’s to find her eyes glazed over. He loved the look of her passion-swollen lips knowing he was the cause.

  “Okay let’s do this.” He took her hands in his and led her in the direction of the dunk tank.

  “Kamiya we have a problem.” Tyna stood next to Kamiya as she talked with some of the homeless teens participating in the carnival.

  Kamiya looked up from her clipboard, her eyes searching over the crowd of happy people looking for a problem. Not spotting any right of way she turned to Tyna.

  “What problem?”

  “For starters have you seen the crowd by the dunk tank?”

  Kamiya shook her head. She purposely stayed away from the dunk tanks, because she didn’t want to be caught drooling over Hemi. It would not be good for the image of the Global Heart Foundation to be seen as a drooling mess while staring at the body of one of the volunteers.

  “Let’s just mosey in that direction so you can see it for yourself and I will tell you about our other problem on the way.” They turned to the side of the park where the dunk tank was located.

  There was a lot of people they had to wind their way through to get there.

  “Tyler got a little upset at the number of men lining up to kiss Mikala, his fiancée, so he took her place in the kissing booth with Brad. Mikala, in turn, didn’t like the number of women who wanted to lock lips
with her honey, so they changed the kissing booth to a hugging booth.” Kamiya couldn’t stop her mouth from dropping open as she listened to Tyna explanation.

  She closed it with a snap when a bug flew into it. She continued towards the dunk tanks spitting out pieces of bug along the way.

  “So how is that going?” she managed to ask once all of the bugs were out of her mouth.

  Tyna looked at her sideways giving her a sheepish grin. “Let's just say I have already had twenty dollars worth of hugs today.”

  Laughter erupted from Kamiya as she clutched her sides.

  It stopped abruptly when they reached the area around the dunk tanks.

  “Holy shit.” Her mouth dropping open again at the size of the crowd. She didn’t know what amazed her more the size of the crowd or that it was made up mostly of women. “What the hell is going on here?”

  The women closest to her turned at her exclamation. “Oh honey, you have just got to see the eye candy they have sitting on the bench.” The woman licked her lips before bringing her hands up and smacking her mouth against her fingers. A dreamy expression went across her face as she closed her eyes. They fluttered back open. “He is gorgeous when he is wet.”

  “Huh?” Kamiya started to push her way through the crowd of women.

  “Excuse me…excuse me.” She muttered every couple of steps as she elbowed her way to the front of the crowd. When she broke through, she found Hemi sitting on the bench of the dunk tank heckling the women.

  “Come on ladies. One of you has to have an arm on you. For a few measly dollars in donations, you can drop me into the water. Shut me up.” He shouted to the crowd. “Get your revenge on Mankind. You are women, hear you roar.” He encouraged the crowd.

  Kamiya hurried over to Mike’s side. He was supposed to be sitting on the bench by this time. She told Hemi riding the bench would be temporary for him, but it was well into the afternoon.

  “Mike, what is going on? I thought you would take over from Hemi once you arrived.”

  Mike gave her a rueful grin, looking down at his slight paunch. He reached up to rub his hand across his thinning hair. “Kamiya as much as I hate to admit it, your man is a better draw then I am.” He waved his hand to the crowd of women. “When he took off his shirt, so I could spray him down with sunblock this crowd about swooned at the sight of him. Then one of the girls from a local high school softball team managed to dunk him, and the crowd went wild at the sight of him soaking wet in his t-shirt. I thought for sure we would have to call out the paramedics when he removed it. Since then these women have been pooling their money, and the donations have become bigger and bigger for the girl to throw the ball and dunk him again. I am pretty sure we have cleared several thousands of dollars today.” He handed her the bank bag he had been collecting the donations in.

  Kamiya peered inside of the bag and gasped.

  “Holy shit,” she shook her head at the amount of cash stuffed into the bag. Quickly she pulled out her cell phone and called Sandy.

  “Hi Sandy, I need you to bring me an empty bank bag over to the dunk tank and collect the full one please.” She hung up the phone.

  A loud cheer went through the crowd as an equally loud splash was heard. A wet Hemi’s head poked up out of the water in the tank. A hush fell over the crowd as he climbed out of the tank soaking wet, muscles gleaming in the hot afternoon sun. A sigh of contentment went through the crowd as he started toweling off as Mike rushed over to reset the bench in the dunk tank. A cheer rippled through the crowd as Hemi used the towel to dry the excess water from his hair.

  Kamiya didn’t know whether to jump up and lick the beads of water from his wet body or to blind all of these women for staring at her man. Hemi turned and winked at her as if he could hear her thoughts. Kamiya thought a tactical retreat was called for before she jumped all of the glorious goodness standing before her.

  Bad Kamiya. You can’t fuck Hemi in front of all these women. Then they will want a turn.

  Tactical retreat.

  Kamiya collapsed in the front seat of Hemi’s Porsche Boxster running her hands across the soft, supple leather. She snuggled down in the seat getting comfortable with a satisfied smile on her face. It had been a long yet successful day. The carnival drew in a bigger crowd than anticipated making more money in donations than they had even dreamed. Plans for next year’s carnival were already flitting through her head.

  She turned to look at Hemi. His booth and the one manned by Brad and Tyler had been the two most popular booths of the carnival. She reached out and brushed her hand down his muscular arm.

  “Thank you, without you; we would not have been so successful,” she said when he turned towards her.

  He gave her his lopsided grin. He looked adorable. “Your welcome. Now let me get you home. You must be worn out?” he canted his head, eyes locked on hers.

  She shook his head disagreeing with him. There was something she wanted to do, but they needed more privacy. “The sun hasn’t set. Let's go find a place to watch it go down.”

  Hemi paused for a moment head at an angle. He gave a quick nod and started the engine. A smooth purr sound as he put the car in gear and drove off.

  Kamiya enjoyed the breeze ruffling her hair as Hemi drove them up a windy mountain road. She could see the lights of the Springs start to come on as the red, golds, and purples streaked across the sky as the sun started to dip towards the horizon.

  The sounds of the city weren’t audible when Hemi pulled off to the side in a little dirt turnaround. The city was spread out in front of them. The lights of traffic on the interstate resembling a line of ants scurrying back to their mound after a day out gathering. Overhead the stars sparkled as the sun faded away into darkness.

  Kamiya reached her hand across Hemi’s lap. Brushing it up and down his leg in slow lingering strokes. The contrast between the skin of his leg and the cloth of his shorts excited her, her fingers dancing over the slight barrier. On the next stroke, her knuckles brushed against the side of his cock where it rested in his shorts.

  She ignored Hemi’s indrawn breath as she continued to absently stroke his leg her eyes on the stars glowing brightly in the night sky.

  She lengthened her strokes to encompass the area of his cock. Feeling it growing longer and harder with each pass. She grazed it, feeling his size. Kamiya paused her stroke at the top of Hemi’s shorts. She watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel.

  The sound of his panting tickled her ears. Her eyes dropped down to his lap. Her hands dipped down into his shorts to grasp his cock.

  A groan escaped him. There was not enough room for her to give him a full stroke instead she did several short strokes until Hemi grew impatient. He lifted his hips to shove his shorts down his legs. They dropped down around his ankles as his cock sprung free from the confines of the shorts.

  Kamiya drank in his splendor. His long thick length. Her small hand was barely able to wrap around his ample member. She stroked it up and down brushing her thumb across the beads of cum at the tip of him. Lubricating the length of him. Leaning across, she closed her mouth over the tip of his cock.

  “Mmmm,” her enjoyment of the taste of him vibrated down his shaft as she scraped her teeth softly down the length of him.

  “Oh yeah baby, suck my cock,” Hemi moaned as one hand came up and grasped the back her head while the other stroked her back, her spine alight with sparks at his touch.

  Kamiya ran her tongue over the tip of Hemi’s cock, placing a gentle kiss on it before she licked her way down it to the base. There was a tug on her hair as Hemi’s hand tightened in it. His hips bucked up towards her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue around his cock as his hips thrust for more from her mouth. She teased and licked him as his head thrashed from side to side, chanting her name.

  With a growl Hemi pulled her head away from his cock, his hand tangling in her hair he pulled her up until his mouth crashed onto her. His tongue thrusting into the depths of her mouth with a wi
ldness and need she had never experienced.

  His hand left her head to grasp her shorts as his fingers delved into them finding her heat. He loved her tendency to eschew underwear. Underwear was overrated and just got in his way. His fingers worked her clit. Kamiya wiggled on Hemi’s fingers, “Oh yes, that’s it.”

  She moaned against his mouth as he hit the right angle. Her hips bucked against his hand, applying firm pressure as her passion rose. He swept her shorts down over her ass.

  She whimpered in distress when he removed his hand; she needed more. He grabbed the latch at the front of his seat sliding it back. Once there was enough room he grasped Kamiya with a firm grip on her ass and dragged her across his lap, straddling him. He pulled her firmly down onto his cock.

  “My god,” she shouted at the fullness of his invading cock. Her vaginal walls stretched to accommodate his size. Before she could adjust, he was lifting her off of him only to slam her down again. She moaned as the sensations overtook her.

  Her mouth sought his out as he repeatedly lifted and lowered her on his cock. Each time a new spark of passion added to the flame burning in her core. Her breasts brushed against his chest with each rise and fall of her pussy on his cock; she loved the feel of her nipples brushing against the skin of his chest. The way her nipples harden with each touch, shock rocketing through them straight to her clit. Her nipples were so sensitive.

  “That’s it, baby, take my cock,” Hemi grunted at her, their passion building. “You’re fucking love it.”

  “Yes. More. I need more.” She demanded.

  Hemi sped up the motion of her pussy on his cock. Meeting each of her downward thrusts with an upward one of his own.

  “Roman. Fuck me.” She shouted as she bounced on his cock, loving the feeling of him stretching her walls. “Fuck me.”