Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

it is captured on video."
    "Yeah, well." Turning, Jimmy pressed a kiss to the corner of Scott's mouth, smiling for a beat and then looking serious, cupping Scott's jaw, "I coulda missed out on all this."
    "Me too," Lifting his face and drinking in Jimmy's expression, Scott smiled, kissing the man again, letting it deepen at the end with a small slide of his tongue.
    Sighing into the kiss, Jimmy's fingers laced into Scott's hair, his arm snaking around Scott's waist, "Time for bed, husband."
    THE END
    Author bio: J.H. Knight hates writing bios and doesn't even fill out the little blurb about herself on Goodreads. Most of her time is spent saying things like, "Not until your homework is done." When not driving/chasing/educating her children, she's usually curled up reading one of her favorite authors or telling herself she's really going to finish that novel she started writing. Really!
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PLAYING WITH FIRE
    by Jennivie Wirries

    The fire in front of me was nothing compared to the heat coming off of Jesse as he pressed into my back. Damn Fool! I had told him to stay back--I had this! But No--not him, the son of a bitch had to push his way in and now the only thing standing between him and the ravenous whore that this fire was turning out to be was me...and I was so fucking tired. I heard Rick shout and move in behind the two of us--great, just great! Now not only was my current boyfriend in danger but my ex-lover was as well. Jesus--maybe I should just throw myself into the flames and call it a day!
    ~ Sammy2006

    genre: contemporary
    tags: ménage; firemen; open relationship; memories of first time; poly-mmm; established couples; friends-to-lovers; in the closet; orgy; trouble-in-paradise
    content warnings: infidelity
    word count: 7,204
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    PLAYING WITH FIRE
    by Jennivie Wirries
    Bryce loaded the last of the equipment into the fire truck, stepped back to close the door, and collided with one of the new recruits. "Sorry!" he said, squatting to help the man pick up his paperwork scattered across the floor.
    "Ah, don't worry about it. I should have been watching where I was going." The recruit held his hand out to Bryce, who took it. "Devon Lead, certified klutz." Devon was built, with soft brown eyes and hair that matched. The man's smile turned into a grin and Bryce realized he was caught staring, still holding onto his hand.
    Bryce let go and cleared his throat. "Uh, sorry. McGaffey, Bryce McGaffey." Looking up at the sound of boots coming toward them, Bryce saw his boyfriend, Kaleb, stop to stare at the man. Bryce sighed and kept stacking the papers even though the recruit had stopped bothering with it, preferring instead to gaze at Kaleb's piercing baby blues and spiked dirty blonde hair.
    It wasn't anything he hadn't seen dozens of times. Plus Devon was attractive and he looked like he could mess someone up if provoked, which was a trait Kaleb often sought. His partner was probably noting that and adding him to his list of people to bang. Bryce had been on that list. Breaking his rule of never sleeping with someone twice, not only did Kaleb choose to keep Bryce around, he invited him to live in his apartment. He claimed it was because he fell in love with him; while he had believed it at first, Bryce wasn't so sure of that anymore. The way he saw it, Kaleb was lonely and afraid to admit that he didn't know how to love someone.
    Bryce looked back and forth between the two of them, about to say something to break the uncomfortable silence, when the bell went off. The whole crew scrambled to respond to the emergency.
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    Just before Kaleb turned his key in the lock, Bryce reached down and squeezed him through his pants. Groaning, he damn near busted the door down to get into their apartment. He couldn't wait to strip and fuck his man raw under the spray of hot water in the shower.
    As they stepped over the threshold, Bryce wiped the grime from Kaleb's mouth and kissed him softly, wrapping his arms around him. He seemed to be in a romantic mood today, leisurely peeling off his shirt and brushing his fingertips lightly over Kaleb's skin.
    But Kaleb needed release now. He had endured a full shift trying to avoid looking at new recruit Devon Lead, the one man, besides Bryce, Kaleb had loved. After an interrupted jerk off session to keep himself from jumping the man, there was no time for gentle and slow. Slamming Bryce against the wall, he kicked the door shut and began tearing out of