Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

mouth wider to take Marcus deeper as his body erupted into shudders and he came into my hand.
    It was too much for either of us to stand. Marcus came with my name on his lips. I came with "I love you" on mine.
    When I awoke the next morning, I was alone on the left edge of the bed, Marcus and Bryan tangled together on the opposite side. For a moment, a pang of loneliness and anxiety struck me. Was I going to be like this forever, never as close to either of them as they were to each other? How much would their shared past lock me out of their family memories, make me an inferior, a third wheel? In spite of everything, even knowing the strength of their love being one of the things that made me fall for them to start with, I was scared, frozen and alone.
    Then Bryan turned and glanced at me, and his face lit up.
    "I didn't dream it," he said. "You're really here."
    He reached out to squeeze my hand, and I knew then that I'd find my way into their embrace sooner or later. It would take time to build this new family of ours, but we were home.
     
    THE END
    Author bios:
    Stella Harris has been getting off to erotic fiction since she found her mother's stash at 12 years old. She's been writing her own erotica for the last five years and has stories soon to be released by Storm Moon Press, Naughty Nights Press, 8th Circle Press, and others. Stella holds a degree in Sociology and finds people, and the ways they relate to each other, endlessly fascinating. Her studies had a special emphasis on gender and sexuality and these remain issues close to her heart. Stella believes love comes in many forms and hopes to celebrate that with her writing. When she's not reading or writing smut she loves to travel, bake, garden, and talk to strangers on the Internet. You can find her on Goodreads and also at her Website .
    Ellen Holiday started writing at the age of five and never stopped. Her passion has always been for romance, for the magic moment when words are no longer needed, breath stops, and the whole world consists of souls connecting. Writing that moment, and all the madness surrounding it in every situation, remains her passion every day of her life. She has published two stories in Dreamspinner Press anthologies and is proud to be debuting as a novelist with Dreamspinner this summer, with a novel titled Inside the Beltway . She can be found on Twitter and at her Blog as well as on Goodreads .
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A COMPETITIVE EDGE
    by Adara O'Hare

    Two photos, each of a young man. One is tall, skinny, and pale-skinned with straight, platinum blonde, straw-like hair. He wears black skinny jeans and a tight black shirt with a V-neck and the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The other guy is a few inches shorter, slightly more muscular and tanned, with wavy, brown hair. He wears black jeans and an open black leather vest, showing off his body.

    Dear Author,
    I'm running warm up laps around the track when the shot put throwers start their practice throws. Ogling them distracts me enough that I veer off course into the hurdles. The end result is embarrassment, a sprained ankle, and losing my chance to participate in today's meet against our biggest rival. As a senior, I don't want to give up my spot, but I especially don't want to give it up to him .
    Since the start, we've been rivals on the track. We run the same distances and are competing with each other for spots at the starting block. But while I'm sure what relationship we have on the field, I'm less sure what we have off of it. Being forced to share a bedroom in a house with our other teammates doesn't help any. One day he's flaying me with sarcasm and the next he's gazing soulfully at me from across the room when he thinks I can't see.
    What's his problem? I can't figure him out. And what will happen tonight? Will he gloat about taking my spot, or surprise me by offering comfort just when I need it most?
    Sincerely,
    Sue

    genre: contemporary
    tags: college athletes; masturbation; toys; humorous; edging; rivals to lovers; track runners
    word count: 15,280
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    A COMPETITIVE EDGE
    by Adara O'Hare
    CHAPTER 1 – PRINCES AND FLOWERS
    I can't see my mattress. His junk covers it: CDs, tennis shoes, trash, ramen noodle packets, clothing… Are those clothes clean or dirty? Yech.
    I'm not unrealistic. I know he isn't expecting me to show this early before the spring semester, so it's not as if I thought I'd return to sparkling floors or anything. But