Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 10

didn't even stop to wipe the leaves from the windshield before he started the car, turned it around in a furious half-circle and sped down the drive, spraying mud, gravel and water in his wake.
    Will closed the door and leaned against it. "Thank fuck for that."
    "He won't be back, will he?"
    "No." He took my hand and raised it to his lips. "I think he finally got the message."
    "Good."
    "Come here." Will put his hands on my waist.
    I moved toward him and let him wrap his arms around me.
    "It's nearly Thanksgiving."
    "Yes." I slid my hand beneath his jeans, feeling his hardness.
    "We'll have a whole month of peace and quiet before the guests come back." His lips were warm on my ear. "We'll have to think of something to keep us occupied."
    "I can't imagine what." My legs shook when Will swept his hands over my ass.
    "Shall we go upstairs so I can show you?"
    "Yes please."
    He took my hand and I followed him to his room. We threw off our clothes in a frenzy and crawled beneath the covers, seeking refuge from the onset of winter. Will enveloped me, all fire and passion. Soft sighs warmed my skin while he trailed his lips over my chest and further south.
    "God, Bryn. What you do to me."
    I almost forgot to breathe when he swirled his tongue around the tip of my dick. "It works both ways."
    Will grinned and reached for the lube and a condom. "Let me show you how much I need you."
    I glanced between us, at the way our dicks brushed against each other as Will moved, creating a friction that left me breathless and weak with wanting him. I was already halfway there. I watched him sit back on his heels and roll the condom over his cock with a steady hand. The lube glinted in the snowy late-afternoon light, the same light that brushed Will's skin with shadow.
    "Are you ready?"
    "Christ, yes." It was all I could do to breathe, let alone speak.
    He parted my legs and raised them so that they rested on his shoulders, and moved forward. I reached for him, curling my hand around his neck.
    Will took a deep breath and pushed in, knocking the breath from me. He paused and smiled. "All right?"
    I nodded, beyond rational speech.
    "Good." He leaned to kiss me while he moved slowly, patiently.
    I forgot about Terry, about guests, about everything. Will was all there was. He filled me and I took him in, falling into the steady, easy rhythm he set. Each thrust was marked by feverish desperate kisses. He wound his fingers through my hair and trailed his lips from my mouth, to my jaw, to my neck.
    "Jesus, Bryn." He gasped and quickened.
    I put my hand on my prick and palmed it, knowing it wouldn't take long, especially when Will twisted and rolled his hips to find my sweet spot—that odd little bundle of nerves. My fingers convulsed around my dick.
    Will pushed deeper. He ducked to kiss me, catching my tongue between his teeth. I moved my hand, trying to keep up with his thrusts, trying to breathe.
    "I think…" He paused for moment, suspended. His dick poised. "I'm going to come."
    "Fine by me," I gasped.
    "Hang on for the ride of your life, sunshine." He grinned and lunged forward once more.
    I swear I saw stars. I forgot to breathe. Everything pooled in my groin. I came with a cry and Will followed, collapsing onto me with a sigh. We held onto each other in the silence while the snow slid down the window and the afternoon slipped toward twilight.
    "Glad you decided to stay." Will trailed his hand over my chest.
    "So am I."
    He lifted his head to look at me. "You are?"
    "Hell, yes." I stroked his hair and let my fingers stray to his stubble.
    "My Tumbleweed has finally stopped rolling."
    "Yes."
    I bade a silent goodbye to the open road and rested in Will's arms. I was home.
    THE END
    Author bio: S.A. has a blog , and she tweets a bit too: @kestrelrising .
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UNDERWATER SECRETS
    by Charlie Richards

    A well-cared-for cottage, sided with natural planks, sits at the edge of river or lake, completely surrounded by trees. A deck with comfortable chairs spans the entire width, with an attached dock at water level.

    Dear Author,
    For the past three years the two men who live here have been blissfully happy. Their love has made this house a home and their relationship gets stronger every day. Today a knock on their door will change everything. One of them hasn't been entirely honest and the gorgeous man on their doorstep has secrets to tell.
    Sincerely,
    Susan

    genre: paranormal
    tags: contemporary; merman; established couples; soul mates;