A Kiss for Christmas

by A Kiss for Christmas (epub)

  Stephen looked at the pair of them and how they were standing together. He got the picture quickly. Still, he didn’t seem surprised or upset, so Blair breathed easily. While Stephen was a nice guy, he wasn’t for her. In fact, he kind of bored the shit out of her. He nodded at the group and walked away.

  “Come with me,” Kevin stated, yanking her out of her thoughts.

  Blair looked up at him, startled. He still looked pissed. Suddenly, she realized he was angry, but not at Stephen. He was angry with her. She stiffened, but not before his hand slid from her neck, down her arm, and his fingers wrapped around hers.

  Walking quickly, he tugged her across the room and down the hall to the study. Kevin stuck his head in and looked around. When he saw it was empty, he pulled her in behind him. Then, the door was shut, and Blair found herself trapped in a cozy room with a big, mad Marine.

  “What the hell, Kevin? Why are you so angry?” Blair pulled at her hand, trying to get free.

  Kevin pulled her around so her back was to the door and he loomed over her.

  “Why am I so angry?” he asked, looking at her as though she had lost her mind. “You fuck me last night and I hear you making plans with your ex the next day. Why the hell wouldn’t I be angry?”

  Now Blair was getting pissed, too. “What?” she asked.

  Before Kevin could answer, Blair answered her own question. She gave his chest a hard poke with her index finger.

  “Listen up,” she said, “what you heard was my ex asking me out. Did you hear me say yes? Did you see me nod? No, because I didn’t do either of those things. He put me on the spot and I was trying to think of a polite way to let him down since we had a captive audience.”

  Blair poked him in the chest again. “Also, I don’t really think you have the right to be angry. First, you never even gave me a chance to answer him, so you have no idea what I was going to say. Second, you haven’t said a word about being exclusive. For all I know, you have dates planned with three other women as soon as you leave Austin.”

  She jerked her hand away from his pectoral and crossed her arms across her chest. Kevin stared down at her with the strangest expression on his face. Blair wasn’t sure what he was thinking. He shifted closer to her and Blair was flattened against the door. His hands came up to brace on either side of her shoulders, closing her in.

  “Is it weird that I’m completely turned on right now?” he asked.

  Blair sighed in disgust. Only a man would be able to ignore the fact that he completely overreacted and acted like an ass. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to kick him in the shin or slug him in the gut. Before she could decide, his hands cupped her face.

  “You’re right, Blair. I’m sorry.”

  She gaped at him. Now she really didn’t know what to say. He admitted she was right and he apologized in the same sentence. Maybe she was hallucinating.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “did you just say I’m right and that you’re sorry?”

  He chuckled. “Yes.”

  “Okay, maybe I’m dreaming.”

  Kevin’s chuckle became a belly laugh. He scooped his hands behind her shoulders and pulled her in for a tight hug. Her face was squashed into his chest.

  “Okay, Blair. You’re not dreaming. One thing though, I don’t have dates with three different women after the holidays, or even one other woman. The only woman I plan to take out after the holidays is you.”

  Blair felt the heat rush to her face. She liked hearing him say that. It made something warm and squishy settle in her stomach.

  “Okay,” she said.

  “Next thing, I really don’t like the idea of you going on dates with other men after the holidays. Think you can turn them all down?”

  She nodded. Normally she might resent his bossiness, but he was being pretty sweet, so she decided to enjoy the hug. He released her and they just looked at each other. Blair couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. He leaned down and kissed her lightly.

  “I want some eggnog,” Blair blurted.

  Kevin grinned at her and led her out of the study and back to the living room. Kaylie stopped them as they came out of the hall and walked around the stairs. She didn’t say a word, just smirked and pointed above their heads. Blair and Kevin looked up and saw they were standing beneath the mistletoe. They grinned at each other, Kevin remembering last Christmas and Blair glad she would remember this kiss under the mistletoe.

  Kevin leaned down and gave Blair a kiss that made her toes curl in her stilettos. He didn’t release her until the people around them broke out into applause and catcalls. Blair thought it was perfect.

  Chapter Four

  Just after midnight, Blair stumbled through her front door, followed by Kevin. She was singing “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” and Kevin was surprised at how well she sang. As tipsy as she was, Blair could carry a tune very well. He watched in amusement as she kicked off her sky-high heels. After drinking most of the evening, she hadn’t stumbled once, even after her fifth glass of champagne.

  Kevin decided that he was going to find out how crazy Blair could get when she’d been drinking. Kaylie told stories that he never believed before but, after tonight, he was going to listen to them more closely. Blair maintained control until they were in the truck, then she had started touching him. The third time her hand brushed his crotch, he knew it was on purpose, especially since the touch included her husky voice in his ear saying, “I want to use my mouth on you.”

  After he managed to get the truck back on the road, he firmly set her one her side of the truck, telling her to stay put. Completely unfazed, she swayed in the passenger seat and started singing Christmas songs. He grinned the entire way to her house.

  Now he was inside her cozy little home, watching a very tipsy Blair kick her shoes to the side and reach behind her to unzip her dress. She continued through the living room, down the hall, and into the bedroom. As soon as she went entered the bedroom, she stopped and let her dress drop to the floor. Kevin had been following behind her, grinning, but now he choked. If he had known what was under her dress they never would have made it to his parents’ party. this woman’s appreciation of sexy underwear was going to kill him.

  Blair still had her back to him and she was walking toward her dresser, taking her earrings out of her ears. Her torso was wrapped in black satin. The bustier cinched in her waist and cupped her hips. Garters were hooked to a pair of smoky stockings. Kevin’s eyes bugged out of his head when Blair finished removing her jewelry and the pins from her hair and turned back to face him. The black bustier lifted her breasts and the boning gave her the shape of a forties pin-up girl. She lifted her arms, brush in hand, and started brushing the tangles out of her hair.

  “The party was great,” she said, looking off into space dreamily. “Your mom did such a beautiful job with the decorations this year.”

  Kevin couldn’t speak, wondering if all her underwear was this sexy. He walked across the room so he was only a few inches from Blair. Her eyes came up to his and she smiled sweetly.

  “I’m glad you came home with me again,” she said. The brush clattered on the dresser and Blair’s arms wound around Kevin’s neck. She rose up on her tiptoes and nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. “I’ve decided I don’t hate Christmas after all.”

  Kevin’s hands came up and grabbed her waist tightly. Suddenly, Blair was up in the air. He took two steps with her in his arms and dropped her on the bed. She bounced, staring up at him with an astonished expression. Her mouth hung open as Kevin stripped off his shirt. His belt buckle clanked when his pants hit the floor. She swallowed hard when she saw he was standing by the bed, clad only in a pair of dark gray boxer briefs. He looked huge and aggressive.

  “Kevin, are you okay?” she asked. She didn’t hear the tremor in her voice but Kevin did.

  He flinched inwardly when he heard the quaver. “Fine.” His voice cracked, so he cleared his throat. “I’m fine.”

  Blair
nodded but just lay on the bed and looked up at him. Kevin took a deep breath. He hadn’t meant to scare her, but that damn underwear made him feel like the caveman his sister accused him of being. Slowly, he crawled up on the bed until he hovered over her. Blair was still resting on her elbows so her face was close to his.

  “I really liked you dress tonight, Blair, but I have to say that I love your underwear. I have to ask though…are you trying to kill me?”

  He could see when his words clicked and she understood his behavior. She grinned up at him devilishly.

  “I see. So that’s why you acted like a Neanderthal and threw me on the bed?”

  Kevin grinned and nodded. “I lost a few brains cells when I saw you in sexy underwear.”

  They laughed together and Kevin hooked a finger under the first hook in the front. His other hand came up and he released the first hook-and-eye. Blair stopped laughing and stared up at him. He lowered his head and gently sucked the inside of her breast. She gasped, arching her back. Her hands came up to clasp his biceps and slide up his arms to his shoulders.

  Kevin slid his hands down her sides, all the way down to the top of her stockings where the garters were attached. He unhooked the clasps. His fingertips slid up her inner thighs to brush the satin between her legs. Blair’s fingernails dug into his shoulders and her hips bucked.

  “Kevin,” she gasped.

  He kissed her, their tongues tangling. Hooking his thumbs in the side of her panties, he worked them down her legs. Blair removed the dangling straps, leaving her only in the bustier and the stockings. She reached to roll down her stockings and Kevin stopped her.

  “No, leave them. Please.”

  Blair let him get away with bossiness again because it was yet again kind of hot. If it kept happening, they were going to have words. Suddenly, his mouth closed over her clit and Blair completely forgot about his bossy tendencies. His hands shoved her thighs further apart. When he started steady suction, Blair yelped and her fingers were in his short hair.

  Somehow, Kevin rolled over onto his back and had her on her knees over his face. She was facing his feet. He was still wearing his boxer briefs, but Blair knew what he wanted. After Kevin had almost run them into the ditch on the way home after the party, she also knew she wanted to play. If the idea of a blowjob excited him that much, she was going to give it to him.

  Blair shoved his underwear down his hips enough to expose his dick. He was long and thick and extremely hard. She wrapped her hand around him and his mouth moved away from her clit when he groaned. Slowly, she licked up the front of his cock and closed her mouth around the tip. Gently, she sucked, stopping every few seconds to swirl her tongue around him. She worked more and more of his length into her mouth.

  When Kevin’s mouth moved back to her clit, she moaned. His hips rocked a little at the sound, so she did it again, and he stiffened further. Her hand wrapped tighter around the bottom of his length and worked in counterpoint to her mouth. She started adding a twist to her wrist as her hand moved and his thigh muscles went rigid. Kevin’s mouth became more insistent. His fingers slid through her wetness, thrusting inside.

  Blair’s hips started to move against his tongue. Her orgasm was building fast. Her mouth and hand started working him harder. She could tell he was holding back and she did not like it. Her other hand snaked down between his thighs to cup his balls. That was all it took.

  Kevin turned his head and sank his teeth into her thigh just enough to sting and he came hard. Blair slowed her movements, drawing out his orgasm, and swallowed him down. Though his mouth was no longer on her pussy, his fingers continued to work her and she knew she was on the edge of coming.

  When she slid him out of her mouth, Kevin attacked her clit. There was no other description. His tongue and lips worked her hard and fast. His long fingers thrust deeper into her until he touched that special spot inside her. Every muscle in Blair’s body clenched for several long seconds then she exploded in the strongest climax she’d ever experienced.

  Blair came down from the peak and realized she was now on her back in the middle of the bed and Kevin was digging through her nightstand for a condom. His recovery time the night before had been quick, but not like this. She bit her lip and watched as he rolled the condom over his length. He was just as hard as he had been earlier before he came.

  She was so wet from her orgasm that he slid all the way in, smooth and deep. Her muscles pulsed again, causing her to whimper and arch into him. He seemed to understand that her reaction was to the pleasure because he didn’t pause. Kevin pulled out and thrust back in hard. His rhythm was steady and fast. He pulled one of her calves over his shoulder, tilting her hips. Now he was hitting that same spot inside her and she felt it building again.

  “Kevin,” she gasped.

  He leaned forward more, going deeper. All too soon, Blair felt her orgasm hovering just out of reach but she couldn’t quite get there. Kevin seemed to read her mind again because he grabbed her hand and brought it down between them.

  “Touch yourself,” he said, his voice rough.

  Blair used her fingers to circle her clit. His eyes were glued to the place where they were joined and he watched as she stroked herself.

  “Damn, that’s hot,” he groaned. “Don’t stop, Blair.”

  Within minutes, her second orgasm hit her. It was mind-blowing, just like the other climaxes she experienced with Kevin. He lifted Blair’s other leg, pulling them both together and over one shoulder. The fading orgasm as suddenly back to full strength as he continued to thrust deep and hard. Blair scratched his shoulders. It was too much. In a few more thrusts, Kevin began to come.

  “Damn, Blair.”

  He slowed his movements, sliding in and out gently. Blair felt a little raw and sore between her legs, but it was still amazing. Gently, Kevin pulled out, placing Blair’s legs on the bed. He headed into the bathroom to take care of the condom and Blair heard the cabinet door and the water running in the sink.

  In a few minutes, he came back out, carrying a rag. He pushed her legs apart and used the cool rag to clean her tender flesh. She jumped at first then sighed because it felt wonderful. When he finished cleaning her with gentle hands, Blair watched him head back into the bathroom.

  “Thank you, Kevin,” she said.

  He came back into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed facing her.

  “My pleasure,” he answered with a grin.

  Blair gave his chest hair a little yank causing him to curse and flinch. He grabbed her hand to stop her from doing it again.

  Blair yawned. “I think I’m just about done for the night.”

  She started to roll off the bed, but Kevin stopped her with his hand on her hip.

  “Hang on just a second, Blair.” He leaned over the edge of the bed and dug through his pants. “I want to give you something.”

  She blinked at him. Being close with the Masters, Blair usually bought gifts for everyone, even Kevin, and he did the same. Still, they usually exchanged them a few days before Christmas or on Christmas Eve, depending on everyone’s schedule. Her heart started beating a little faster.

  He turned back from his search, a little white box in his hand, topped with a shiny, miniature red bow.

  Blair’s heart stopped for a second then began again, rapid fire. He had never bought her jewelry before. Usually, Kevin gave her a spa certificate or something that she was sure Kaylie picked out. She took the box from him and removed the lid. A dark blue velvet box rested inside. Her fingers trembling just a little, she removed the jewelry box and opened it.

  Inside a gorgeous white gold pendant rested on the blue velvet. The pendant was in the shape of a butterfly, inlaid with mother of pearl. Kevin took the box from her and pulled out the necklace, the butterfly dangling from a delicate white gold chain. It was beautiful and just the sort of thing Blair would have chosen for herself. He reached around her neck and fastened the necklace. The pendant rested in the middle of her chest, just above he
r breasts.

  “It’s absolutely beautiful, Kevin. You shouldn’t…”

  Kevin cut her off. “Don’t you dare say I shouldn’t have. I saw it yesterday when I was buying Kaylie’s gift and knew that it would look great on you.”

  Blair ran her fingers over the necklace. “It’s exactly what I would have picked out for myself, but we usually don’t buy each other expensive gifts.”

  He brushed her hair over her shoulder and traced the line of the chain down to the butterfly.

  “This year is different. You’re not my little sister’s best friend this year. You’re my woman.”

  Blair arched an eyebrow. “You’re woman? That sounds a bit archaic, don’t you think?”

  Kevin shrugged. “I’ve made love to you for the last two days. I slept in your bed last night, I will do it again tonight, and I intend to do both of those things a lot more when I’m discharged and home. I’d say that makes you my woman and me your man.”

  Blair rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to agree with him, but he did have a point about the last two days. Normally, she wouldn’t discuss the future of a relationship after such a short time together, but Kevin seemed to be determined to move at the speed of light.

  “Okay, Kevin, I usually don’t ask this question until I’ve been dating someone a lot longer, but I think I need some clarification, because you seem to be moving pretty fast. Where exactly do you see this going?”

  Blair wanted to wince at the bluntness of her words, but she held firm. Kevin had brought up the future, she just wanted to understand exactly what he was thinking, and he didn’t let her down.

  “Well, I see me being honorably discharged from the Marines in February and coming back to Austin. I see us spending a lot more time together, in bed and out, and, if things progress like I think they will, I see you and me dancing at our wedding sometime in the next couple of years.”

  Blair’s eyes bugged out of her head. How did they go from being friendly, but distant, to having a wedding in the near future? She also couldn’t believe that he brought up the w-word. What man said wedding without serious prodding?