Love Is Always Write Volume 4

something hot flashed through those dark brown eyes. Then Leigh couldn't think anymore, lips opened in surprise from the rough kiss. Tongues clashed and fought, before one surrendered to be plundered. Leigh grasped at Morgen's shoulders, flushed and moaning softly into the biting kiss.
    Pulling away, cheeks burning and his cock harder than nail, Leigh was left gasping for air. "Wha- Why?" he barely got out, surprise and arousal making his voice rasp.
    Morgen stared at him, "Because no matter how much I wanted to dislike you, I never could. That night I first caught you skinny dipping in my pool, you have no idea how much I had to restrain myself from fucking you right then and there. And every time I caught you, I restrained myself. But not anymore."
    Leigh shivered from the deep growl in Morgen's voice, cock straining against his jeans. He dragged in a breath, "And what changed?"
    "That night when Priscilla whelped and you told me that your housemate was gone on his honeymoon with his new wife. I thought you two were dating or something." Morgen admitted.
    "Me and Brian? You thought we were together?" Leigh couldn't keep the light laughter out of his voice, "No, never. We grew up together; he's like an annoying brother."
    He watched as some tension seemed to leave Morgen, causing him to slightly sag against the couch, forehead on Leigh's shoulder. Leigh cautiously brought a hand up, letting his fingers lightly run through Morgen's hair. He heard a whine from below, and tore his eyes away from Morgen.
    Priscilla was awake and so were her puppies. "Did you ever figure out what kind of Terrier is the father?" he asked Morgen after watching the puppies crawl all over Priscilla and start to nurse from her. Morgen gave a muffled groan, before coming to sit next to Leigh.
    "No. They're too young for me to tell, but what I can tell is that their father was probably a mix of smaller Terriers," he replied.
    Leigh shrugged, more interested in watching the puppies and realizing that Morgen actually liked him back. Had since the beginning. Snuggling against him, Leigh couldn't help by silently thank Brian and Veronica for eloping and leaving Priscilla with him. Because with a little help from her and her puppies; Leigh got Morgen. Even though he had to go through watching the "miracle of birth", to finally get Morgen.
    THE END
    Author bio: Elyse Night has been telling stories since she could talk. It wasn't until she was in her early teens that she stumbled upon slash and M/M romance, that she really started writing. She first started with fanfiction, before she grew courageous enough to write something with her own original characters. After that, she became hooked. She's right now in the process of writing her first M/M romance novel that is a Fairy tale remake; which she hopes to be the first of a thirteen novels in her series. When Elyse isn't writing, or outlining for any new ideas, she can be found reading or making jewelry, sometimes painting too.
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HI, HONEY
    by Natalie Logue

    Oh, damn. I feel like such an idiot. I have a feeling someone's going to die- and it's gonna be me. I can hear their boots on the paving outside. I can hear him muttering orders to his team before they knock down the door and throw in the tear-gas. He's gonna be surprised- this is the last place my husband expects to see me...
    Submitted by Jacquolyn

    genre: contemporary
    tags: action; ex-convict to comic artist; law enforcement; sweet (no sex); hurt comfort; established couple
    content warnings: a child is kidnapped in this story
    word count : 6,407
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    HI, HONEY
    by Natalie Logue
    Jonathan ran the back of his hand softly up the arch of the Grecian nose and around the curve of a sweet ear. The arm thrown languidly across his knees stretched, and one bleary eye peeked out as Jonathan laid a kiss on the broad forehead. The calico cat purred out her pleasure as Jonathan's fingers dug into her fur.
    "Sometimes I wonder if I should be jealous of a feline," Stacy said.
    Jonathan glanced up at his husband dressed in the casual dark jeans and oxford he wore to the SWAT office. It sounded provocative and daring to be married to a SWAT police officer, but Stacy had confided on their third date that most of his days were spent training police officers and civilian emergency responders on the latest maneuvers and high-risk safety procedures.
    The calico, disturbed from