Candy Cane Kisses

by MK Moore

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  Candy Cane Kisses

  By KL Fast & MK Moore

  © KL Fast & MK Moore 2017 Flirty Filth Publishing.

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  This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. We consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.

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  Blurb:

  With the residents of Kissing Junction still on fast forward, here’s another tale of love gone right.

  Sam Sinclair saw Kristy Kane and knew instantly she was the one for him. Unfortunately, Kristy is keeping him at arm's length when that’s the last thing he wants. He may have to resort to spanking the brattiness out of her to get what he craves. Can she resist him?

  Kristy Kane wasn’t looking for love, but it found her. She has no idea what to do with these feelings. So she acts like a little brat, but that does nothing to deter Sam. But Kristy knows all too well what happens when you let someone in, they leave you. Scared to give into the one man she’s ever felt anything for, she chooses to leave Sam alone. Faced with a sweet surprise, will this be the push she needs to put her fears behind her and claim the man who already thinks of her as his?

  This is Kissing Junction, so probably. Hold on to your Kindles and anything else you may need to. This sexy Christmassy treat may just be what you need to usher in the Holiday Spirit!

  Sometimes a good spanking will get you off… The Naughty List!

  Chapter One

  Kristy

  December 19, 2017

  Oh Fuck, this can’t be happening! I think to myself as I look down at the little white stick with two pink lines on it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I'm practically screaming into my tiny bathroom mirror. Biting my nails, I start to pace the small room. I need to call Candy. No, I can’t do that. She is going to flip her shit, then I am going to go into a full panic mode. I really do not have time to have a panic attack right now. I quickly throw away the pregnancy test and hop into the shower. I now have fifteen minutes to get ready and out the door so I'm not late. I'm surprised that I did not blind myself with the amount of shampoo I got in my eye as I take the fastest shower of my life. Blinking my eyes rapidly to stop the burning sensation, I grab a towel and I hurry into my room. Once there I go straight to my closet. I grab my red long sleeve sweater dress and a pair of black leggings with my black fuzzy boots. I don't even bother putting on makeup seeing as I'm most likely going to puke my guts out at some point during the day. Like I’ve been doing every day for a week. I give my hair a quick brush and walk straight to the front door. Grabbing my keys and purse, I lock up and quickly walk straight to the tiny hatchback that Candy gave me and pray to God she starts.

  Once I’m situated in the car, I drive to Grover Cleveland Elementary School, which is about seven minutes away from my apartment. I started my internship two and a half months ago and I can’t wait to be finished and graduated. I have worked my ass off to get my degree to become a teacher.

  I was lucky to get an internship so close to home. Thankfully, Mrs. Fleming, who was my sixth-grade teacher, heard I was looking for a job. She put in a good word for me. Once I graduate I will be taking over for the teacher whose class I'm interning in. She’s retiring at the perfect time.

  I am stuck at a red light when I see a baby on board sticker on the back of the car in front of me. I'm brought back to my current predicament. How the fuck am I supposed to tell Sam that I'm pregnant? I have been trying to avoid him for the last month, steadily. He always seems to be where I am. He has called me a few times, but he only asked me out twice. Maybe he has lost interest in me, and a pregnant one-sink stand isn’t what he wants. I don't know what I’m supposed to do. I love kids, but I never thought I would be a mother this young. I thought I’d at least have a husband, a nice house, and be mentally prepared to have a baby.

  My mother left when I was just a kid and I was raised by a single dad. Thomas Kane is one of the most amazing men I know. I may not have had a lot growing up, but he always managed to make sure that I had what I needed even if that meant him going without. He raised me to be a hard worker and to never give up on my dreams. I worked my ass off and made sure that I had a solid 4.0 GPA. I wanted to go to Texas University, but I wanted to go on a full-ride scholarship.

  We all know college can be a bitch and is super expensive especially if you're living on campus. I met Candy the first day at orientation and was lucky enough to get the same dorm room. We became instant best friends and have been thick as thieves ever since. It was the best four years of my life. Everyone thinks that I am this carefree, wild spirit. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

  I have always kept guys at a distance, but fuck, my defenses seem to be lax when it comes to Sam. I bet he got the shock of his life when he pushed his massive cock into my untouched pussy. I never thought I would lose my v-card to a man like Sam. He makes me feel safe and that's a bad sign.

  So, I have decided that being sassy when I am around him is the best thing to do. He seems to love it. I love the way his nostrils flare and his eyes tell me all the wickedly wonderful things that he could do to my body. Which I love. He said the dirtiest things to me when we had sex.

  The one and only time I have sex, though I am not sure “sex” is a good enough descriptor, more like a hard and fast fuck in a bathroom, I get pregnant. The thing I hate the most is that every time I see him my heart beats faster, my pussy tightens, and I can feel my arousal soaking my panties at the memory of his hard cock inside of me.

  The worst of it is that I just want him to take care of me. I need it, yet I deny myself the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted. Why the fuck does he have to be so hot? His big blue eyes and buff arms all tatted up. He’s got this full dark beard and his deep southern drawl that makes me want to come on command.

  When the person behind me honks their horn, I realize that I have been off in la-la land. I ease off the break and back into motion. Shit! Now I'm turned on. What the actual fuck is wrong with me? I am not supposed to be daydreaming about him. With this baby growing inside me, I really need to work my issues out, because I am going to need him more than ever. I can’t raise this baby alone, but I vow to never leave my little cherub with a single doubt as to whether or not I love them.

  I pull into the school and into my parking spot. I see that the bus is already here. Today my class of second graders has a field trip to a Christmas tree farm about twenty miles outside of town and towards Dallas. They have been talking about this for the last week nonstop. I must admit I am really looking forward too.

  The Farm is supposed to be beautiful and I knew it would be the perfect field trip for my fifteen students. Kissing Junction is a sm
all town. We have a K-12 school with only three hundred students, we have a small grocery store, a coffee shop, a few mom-and-pop shops, a diner and one gas station. This really is the perfect place to raise a baby I think to myself.

  Chapter Two

  Sam

  I have two businesses that requires my full-time attention. I own a construction company, and I also own my lumber yard where I grow Blue Spruce, Douglas Fir, Eastern Red Cedar, and my personal favorite, Abies Nordmanniana trees. I am one of the only people in Texas who grow Christmas trees for a living. I make a point to have a winter wonderland set up from Black Friday to Christmas Eve. It’s pretty lucrative. I have guests from as far away as New Mexico. It’s become quite a tourist trap in Kissing Junction.

  I am also building a house just now, besides the regular repair work my crew handles. The house is my twin brother Evan’s dream home for his fiancée Candy. He plans on giving it to her for Valentine’s Day. I just finished building my girl's dream house. She just doesn’t know it yet. She won’t give me the time of day. Ever since I let my cock do the thinking last month, I have felt out of sorts. I took her in the fucking bathroom. Her first time was in a bathroom. I let that sink in more. I wouldn’t speak to me either.

  Only now, I can’t wait for her anymore; I have let her have her fun thinking she could get away from me, but she’ll be mine by Christmas if it’s the last thing I do. I remember the first time I saw her.

  I had no idea who she was at the time. She was sitting at the coffee shop on Main Street right by the new bakery that just opened in town. She was sipping an iced coffee with who I now know is Candy.

  I still remember the day. October 3rd. I walked in and my world started spinning for her. I tried to ask her out then, but she said she wasn’t interested. I kept seeing her around town. It felt meant to be.

  When I went out to dinner with Evan and Candy, she tagged along. I tried again. I even got Candy to give me her number. I tried to no avail to get her attention. When we went to my cousin, Teagan’s now husband’s house; I lost my mind.

  She had this gorgeous red dress on with a tiny white sweater. She looked like a young, hot Mrs. Claus. When she sat down on the couch, she accidentally flashed me her pussy. I lost my fucking mind. My girl wasn’t wearing any panties. I grabbed her by the elbow and drug her to the bathroom. She didn’t fight me, if anything she seemed just as anxious as I was. In my haste, I forgot to lock the door.

  I turned to face her. I put my hands on the back of her neck and slammed my lips down on hers. I expected her to push me away, but instead, she grabbed the collar of my blue button down and pulled me toward her. I devoured her lips and all the while she was making these little noises that made my cock harden enough to hammer down railway ties. I lifted her little body and placed her on the edge of the sink. I knelt before my goddess and lifted her skirt up to her hips. I placed my lips on her already wet pussy. I groaned as her sweet juices hit my tongue while she moaned. I ate at her little pussy. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling hard.

  My Neanderthal ways came through. I had never been this way with a woman before. “This is my pussy. No one will touch you again.” I stopped when she didn’t answer. I looked up at her. “Tell me you understand pretty girl.” She looked at me with lust filled eyes. She shook her head no. “No? I said tell me. I won’t let you come if you don’t say it and mean it.”

  “I don’t need you asshole. I can do it myself.” She propped her heeled feet on the counter and brought her right hand to her exposed clit and started drawing fast, tight circles over it.

  She eyed me like she is daring me to do something. Her breath hitched, and I stopped breathing. She was such a brat about it. I fucking loved it. I fumbled with my belt buckle and dropped my pants. I wasn’t wearing boxers so took my cock in hand and fisted it while she played with her little pink clit. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at my cock. “Are you sure you don’t want me to be the only one from here on out?” I asked her.

  “I am sure. I can come without you.”

  “Well, I won’t come without you, so make up your mind.”

  She was steadily fingering herself while I was losing my heart to her bratty ass. I arched a brow and smirked at her, all the while fisting my cock.

  “Fine, Sam! Yours is the only cock I will ever take. Are you happy? Fuck me, please. I'm so ready for you.” She said, with the huskiest voice I had ever heard. If I were more in control, I would have noticed how she worded that, but I was lust-crazed. I lined my cock up with her pussy and slammed into her. Her virginity registered, but I couldn't stop.

  “I'm going to fuck that brattiness right out of you. You’ve been teasing me with this pretty little pussy for the last month.” I can’t help but growl out.

  It was then that I noticed that the door had opened, and Mark and Teagan saw my girl. Jealousy coursed through me. I leaned over even more so they couldn’t see her beautiful body. I was like a possessed animal. I couldn’t have stopped at that point for anything less than death.

  I vaguely remember the door shutting and my hands sliding from her hips to the sink edge as I rammed my cock into her little body so hard I broke the sink. As she came, she screamed my name and she flung her head back into the mirror shattering it. When her pussy clamped down on my cock, I saw stars. I roared out my release and came so hard that my knees almost gave out.

  When I slid out of her sopping wet pussy, I saw the evidence of her virginity. Just the thought that she may not be on birth control and that I took her bareback had my cock hardening all over again. “Remember Gorgeous; you said this cock was the only one you will ever take. I expect that to always be the case.” I said to her, and she moaned like I was still inside her.

  I kissed her hard and long. I set her back down on the floor and straightened her skirt. I pulled my pants back into place and did up my belt. I then led her back to the living room, as Marc said that dinner was ready. Like I didn’t just wreck his bathroom and lose my heart in the same moment.

  Chapter Three

  Sam

  I'm jerked out of my daydream when I hear Lorelei screaming. “Sam get your big lumberjack ass out here. The kids will be here any minute.” I swear to God if she weren't like a little sister to me I would've fired her years ago. She is like this weird version of a girly tomboy. She’s like one of the guys, but she likes to wear froo-froo shit.

  Walking out of the cabin that holds my office, I holler “Calm your tits woman; I'm coming.” Laughing she punches me in the shoulder and squeals,

  “FUCK! Sam, your boulder size shoulder just broke my goddamn hand.”

  “Oh, calm down, you big baby. Stop over exaggerating and let me see it.” I'm in the middle of checking out her hand when I hear a sharp intake of breath. I whip my head up to see my sweet girl looking like she is going rip either my head off or Lorelei's. At the moment I can’t tell which. I'm in so much shock at seeing her here that I don’t realize that I am still holding on to Lorelei’s hand until I accidentally squeeze it and she yelps in pain.

  “Sweet baby Jesus. Sam stop squeezing my hand like that you ass. Are you planning on breaking it even worse? Damn you and those stupid muscles of yours. What the fuck are you looking at? I'm in pain here douchehole” She turns her head to where I am staring and immediately stops talking.

  Clearing my throat, I finally get my voice back and blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. “What are you doing here?” I say in an accusing voice. I don’t mean for it to come out like that but I'm in shock that she is actually here. She is standing there, looking more beautiful than ever, looking between Lorelei and me with the most hurt expression on her face. For the life of me, I don’t know what I did to put that look on her face or how to fix it, but I need to, right the fuck now. For some reason though, whenever I am around her my brain decides to short circuit, and I turn into a dumbass.

  “Ah, so you must be the infamous Kristy. Lover boy over here hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

/>   “Oh, really? And you are?” Kristy says with a bit of the brattiness I love.

  “I am Lorelei. Sam’s secretary.”

  “Secretary? Well I guess I'm here to talk to you. I am here with my second graders. For a tour and pictures with Santa.”

  “You are a teacher?” I ask incredulously. I should have fucking known that.

  “You work here?” She asks me, with more of that brattiness. I almost expect her to stomp her perfect little feet.

  “No gorgeous, I own this place. Lorelei will get you set up. I will go get ready for those pictures.”

  “What?” She says with a blush. My girl loves it when I call her that.

  “I am playing Santa today.”

  “Um... okay then, I guess I will see you later.” She starts to walk away, and I feel like she is taking a piece of me with her. I can’t control myself. In three long strides, I am right next to her. Reaching out, I grab her by the waist and turn her until she is flat against my body. When her hands land on my chest I can't help but growl at how much I love the feeling of her touch on my body. Reaching up I grab the nape of her neck and take kisses from her like I've been dreaming of doing for the last month.

  When she moans and runs her hands up to my neck, I can't help but growl and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Grabbing her tighter around her waist, I pull her closer to my body, so she can feel how hard I am for her. Fuck. She tastes like candy canes. I'm about two seconds away from taking her right here and now when I hear Lorelei clear her throat.

  “Hey, lover boy. You're going to scare the kids and make her late. You're even later to get dressed, so stop macking on your girl and get to it.” I growl in frustration when Kristy pulls away from me and puts her hand on her lips looking flushed and her eyes are glazed over with passion.