Ghosts of Christmas (Steamy Bwwm Holiday Romance)

by Kenya Wright

  “I’m not.” He shrugged. “Apparently, a nap in the snow is just what you needed to get us going. If I knew that, I would have thrown your ass out in the snow years ago.”

  I laughed.

  He pulled me into his big arms and encased me in warmth. There, I melted against him, feeling safer than I’d ever felt in my life. I would always be safe in his arms. I knew that with every inch of my soul.

  He brushed his lips against my ear. “I love you, Ivy.”

  Tears left my eyes. I rested my head against his shoulder. “I love you too.”

  I’d said it many times to him. However, this time I meant it deep down in the crevices of my soul. A rising ache came. It was almost painful, but not the bad type. It was the sort that brought people back to life.

  He leaned away and studied me. “Don’t cry.”

  “Don’t worry. These are happy tears. Maybe even ones of relief.”

  “When I saw you in the snow tonight, I thought all would be lost.”

  “No way. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

  He dropped his gaze to my mouth. “Is that right?”

  My skin buzzed, craving the feel of his lips on mine. “Yes.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, taking my breath and all thoughts away. I closed my eyes and opened my heart—my soul—my very existence completely to him. I held him tight. Calming warmth flooded my chest. And there was this sensation that the iciness inside me was melting away.

  And the air charged around us with electric energy. I felt like we were at the center of a vortex as magic whipped around us. I swore my hair lifted and sparks burst in the air.

  Saint stopped the kiss and embraced me again. I closed my eyes and went back to resting my head on his strong shoulder, happy that I’d finally come to my senses.

  We stayed like that forever, holding each other and never letting go.

  And still, that same electric current drifted along my skin.

  A woman whispered, “Ivy.”

  I opened my eyes.

  My mother stood before me, glowing in golden light. That rope was still wrapped around her neck. The end of it floated in the air. Suitcases and handbags dangled from the long line. She held her hands out and wore a big grin on her face. “Can you see me?”

  I nodded.

  “You finally learned.”

  Right as I was about to speak, sparks snapped around the rope. My mother widened her eyes and looked down as bag after bag disappeared. Her glow brightened. “What’s happening?”

  I left Saint’s hold and stared in awe.

  The golden light brightened to white.

  My mother held out her hands. “Ivy?”

  Saint spoke, but it sounded like he was far away. “What’s wrong, Ivy?”

  The rope disappeared. Gasping, my mother touched her neck. She glanced at me as if I had the answer. And then large white wings grew from her back. Gold tipped each ivory feather.

  “Oh, Ivy.” She looked over her shoulder at them. “I think I have to go.”

  “But. . .you just started coming.” An ache filled me. “Please, don’t go, mommy.”

  “Don’t worry, honey.” Her wings expanded high and wide. “I’ll still be watching you. It’ll just be different this time.”

  And then she disappeared.

  I sat there in shock.

  “Ivy? Why are you crying?” Saint placed his hands on the side of my face. “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”

  I turned back to him. “Nothing.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “More than ever.”

  “You called for your mom.”

  “I did. She got her wings. Everything is going to be okay. It’s all going to work out for her, Dad, and even us.”

  “Good. That’s the best news I’ve heard all year.” He trailed hot kisses across the curve of my jaw.

  And that night we made love.

  For so many years we’d fucked—his cock thrusting in and out of me. But that night, our naked bodies tangled in passion. Our hearts merged. Our gazes remained on each other, swimming in a lusty daze. I was swept up in the intensity of his deep blue eyes.

  I swore my heart almost exploded from the intensity of it all—the moment and his love. Only the feeling of his cock inside of my pussy could thrill and shock me at the same time. There was a new connection between our bodies and souls—new lifelines beginning. New memories to keep us warm on the coldest nights.

  When we both orgasmed, I knew that I had changed the course of my life forever. I believed it deep in my heart.

  We curled up on the bed together. My head rested on his chest. He tenderly played in my hair, wrapping strands around his finger.

  Silence filled the space. No words left us. There was no need for further discussion. We had already declared our love. We made the promises. We sealed the declarations with our bodies.

  There would be no other options.

  Cozy in his warmth, I fell asleep. And the dazzling Northern Lights watched us from the glass ceiling.

  For the rest of our time in Finland, we hung out with my father. It was uncomfortable at first. Somehow, I became adjusted to loving him again. Any time anger rose, I thought of my mom’s gold-tipped wings and calmed down.

  Holly and Nikolas barely left their villa. The few times we went by to say hi, all we heard was moaning and groaning. Saint became disgusted and rushed us away.

  We bumped into Park and Elias too. He even showed us a few places to play pool when bored. He swore he would come to visit Park in the spring.

  During the night, we made love. We ravished our bodies. We opened our souls and climbed into the passion of our new deepening love.

  And when I went to sleep at night, no ghosts came and there were no nightmares. However, sometimes I saw visions of my father walking me down the aisle and Saint standing at the altar, waiting.

  Three days later, Dad left Finland. I hugged him for a long time at the airport and promised to visit and meet Timothy. We agreed to spend Easter together. I thought it was a good idea.

  But after all those lessons from the ghosts, I decided to make up for lost time.

  On New Year’s Eve, I surprised Dad.

  My father cried as he opened the door to let me in. His wife curved her lips in a smile and rose from the couch. Meanwhile, Timothy screamed and dropped his sketchpad on the floor.

  Those reactions made me feel like the most loved person in the world.

  I should have done this a long time ago.

  All this time I thought I was alone in this world. I thanked God, the ghosts, and my mother for showing me how very wrong I was.

  I was glad I surprised Dad and my brother.

  No regrets.

  Earlier, Saint had returned with me to New York. Once he found us a place, he rushed off to Paris to quickly grab his stuff and fire his stylist. However, I no longer wanted to spend a holiday alone again.

  There was so much time to make up with Dad and Timothy.

  Plus, I really wanted to show them my awesome new engagement ring.

  Epilogue

  Two years later

  Santa, Baby

  Slowly at first, Saint thrust his cock into me, spreading my wet pussy open. I moaned in pleasure.

  And then he stopped and rested his forehead against mine. Our heated gazes met. I loved when he did this. I relished in the deep connection of our bodies joined. Saint was plunged so deep inside of me I could only feel him.

  He kissed me and then brushed his lips against mine. “Thank you.”

  My body vibrated with need. My voice shifted to a gentle whisper. “For what?”

  He gently pulled his cock out and then tenderly thrust back into me.

  Groaning, I arched up a little.

  He paused and kept that same hot connection between us—his cock lodged inside of me and his body molded against mine. “You don’t know why I’m saying thank you?”

  “Can we talk about this later?”

>   “This is important.”

  “Making love to me is important too.”

  “And what about expressing my gratitude?”

  “The baby doesn’t care about your gratitude or mommy wanting to have an orgasm. All she wants to do is cry for breast milk.”

  “I’ve tasted the milk. I can understand why Gloria cries for it.” He pulled his cock out.

  I trembled in hunger.

  He thrust into me again.

  I moaned.

  “Your dad said he is on nighttime feeding duty this evening.”

  I widened my eyes. “When did he say that?”

  “After the fashion show. I helped him put a cot next to her crib and made several bottles with your milk.”

  I smirked. “That’s the emergency supply.”

  “And right now it’s an emergency.” Saint slipped his cock in and out of me, taking away any thoughts or words I could have had. And then he pulled his cock out and I whimpered.

  Hungry as ever, I gazed at him. “Come back.”

  “Thank you.”

  “This again?” I pouted. “My pussy wants to be thanked by your cock.”

  “That was an amazing thing you did for Timothy tonight, including his designs in your charity fashion event. It warmed my heart. And wheeling him out onto the runway for the finale—”

  “Baby, I love my brother a whole lot. And I was moved by the moment too. However, I want to fuck. Right. Now.”

  “Is that right?” He slipped his hands between my thighs and toyed with my clitoris. As soon as his fingertips caressed the throbbing bud, I shuddered in pure passion. Erotic sensation after sensation overtook me.

  He performed magical tricks on my pussy, massaging my clit in spirals that incited me to spread my legs as wide as I could. Lusty delight buzzed all over me. All tension left me.

  I moaned, “Saint.”

  My breathing grew shallow. I moved my hips with the rhythm of his fingers.

  Still playing with my pussy, Saint brushed his lips against my ear. “Thank you for being an amazing wife and a loving mother.”

  My body blazed on fire.

  And then he was back inside of me with that thick, long cock, fucking me hard and probably filling me up with a second child.

  At first, it was slow strokes. Gentle thrusts. Sensual pumping. The tip of his cock massaged the tender spot within me that drove me to madness. And as always, when he found it, he rubbed that spot with his cock, drawing circles within me and rocking his hips. My heart pounded in my chest. Any control I had shattered under his attention.

  I cried in pleasure, hoping my father, his wife, Timothy, and the baby didn’t hear me. Next time they came to visit, I would have to put them in a hotel.

  His gentle lovemaking shifted to deep plunges and heart-shattering pounding.

  Fucking me harder, he gripped my thighs, keeping them down and open. I squirmed from the assault of pleasure. Grunting, he claimed my mouth. All solid muscle and raw man, Saint was strong, powerful, and all mine. No one else could have him—not one sample.

  “Fuck.” He deliciously rammed that cock inside of me. “Looks like we’re going to give Gloria a brother. All I can think about is coming inside of you.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m going to fill you with me.”

  “Oh.”

  “You want that, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “You want to be dripping with me?”

  “God, yes!” My body shuddered.

  Deeper and deeper, he thrust into me, giving me no real moment to breathe. I panted and moaned. Hot pleasure rose. My body trembled with the urge to release.

  “Oh, Saint!”

  “Yes, baby. Just like that.”

  “Oh.” I wrapped my arms around him and dug my fingernails into his back unable to help myself.

  We merged into one pulsing body, rocking and groaning together.

  “Yes. Take it, Ivy.”

  My core clenched tight. I gritted my teeth, knowing I would come soon.

  “Oh, yeah.” He picked up the pace. “I see it. You’re close.”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck yes.” He grunted and hammered that cock into me.

  Sensual pressure surged in my veins. My head spun. I cried in pleasure, loving the beginning of the breakdown. And then I fell into my orgasm. Electric heat burst through my body and I shattered. Detonated. Exploded. I moaned so loud as the orgasm violently ripped through me.

  Saint followed.

  We crashed together. Sweat dripped. My pussy shuddered. His cock jerked and swelled. Climaxes blasted through the both of us. We rocked in delirium, groaning and grunting as one. Wave after wave rushed. Sizzling sensations rippled. He shot hot cum into me, soaking my pussy.

  And then we collapsed into a panting embrace.

  It took several minutes for us to regain our breaths and calm down.

  When we did, I was the first to break the silence. “If I knew that sex with you would get better and better, I may have married you right out of high school.”

  “My cock appreciates that compliment.”

  He left me and rolled over.

  I pouted. “Where are you going? One of my other favorite parts of your fucking me is the cuddling afterward.”

  He grabbed something from the floor and brought it to me. “And what about gifts? Do you like those too?”

  “Well,” I widened my eyes and sat up in bed. “I’m not against gifts.”

  He handed me the box. “Open it.”

  “It’s not Christmas until next week.”

  “Happy Anniversary.”

  “We got married in July.”

  “This is sort of my personal anniversary. This is the day you told me you were pregnant with Gloria.”

  I smiled.

  “And now we have a beautiful baby girl. Thank you, Ivy.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, Saint. You’ve healed me. You’ve given me an exciting life full of happiness and more pleasure than I could ever imagine.”

  “For me, it’s double that and more.” He gestured to the box. “So, thank you and Happy Anniversary for letting me know that I am a father.”

  “God, I love you.”

  “Get up too.”

  I quirked my brows. “Why?”

  “I want to help you put it on.”

  “Wait. Is it that necklace I’ve been talking about?”

  “Am I the best husband in the world?”

  DEAR READER,

  If you loved Ghosts of Christmas, please leave a review!

  I wanted to end this year with a heartwarming story about love and healing. I hope you enjoyed Ivy and Saint’s journey.

  For those wondering about upcoming releases for the Lion and Mouse series, I am writing book 6 now! It’s violent, hot, and mind-blowing! It will be released early 2021 (Jan/Feb). For the Butcher and the Violinist series, Jean-Pierre’s three cousins will have standalone novels released back-to-back this summer.

  To have some feedback or give suggestions to future novels, please join my Facebook reading group K KILLERS. There, I daily yap about this or that. I’m constantly polling the K Killers about covers, scenes, and works-in-progress. Additionally, I do weekly giveaways of my books and other authors. Finally, I have a monthly KW Live discussion with other romance authors.

  THANKS FOR YOUR LOVE AND SUPPORT.

  Kenya Wright

  For more steamy Christmas Romances, check out REDEMPTION and WHEN THE SNOWMAN WHISPERED

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