From the Heart: A Valentine's Day Anthology

by Anthology

  “No, but thanks to your sister leaving them here for me, I have seen them before. Then you arrived and I panicked.”

  “You know, I love Cate dearly, but she needs to stop interfering so much.”

  “Like she’d listen,” Maisie quipped.

  Both of us laughed as I leaned over and kissed my girl; unable to ever get enough. A tiny little moan escaped her as she allowed my tongue entry into her warm, inviting mouth. Maisie always knew how to turn me on. I pulled back reluctantly and gazed into her sparkling blue eyes before sliding to the floor and resting my ass on the soft white rug next to the fireplace.

  "Wanna play?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows as I turned the cubes over in my palm.

  Chapter Seven:

  Maisie:

  Joining him in a flash, I couldn’t hold back my giggle as the dice clattered around in Thomas’ large hand.

  "Hmm, I don’t know. Is there a prize at the end?" I asked, looking into his gorgeous baby blues, my voice unintentionally husky at the prospect of what we were about to do.

  "Maybe." Thomas pulled out a red velvet gift bag from his pocket. "But this one, you can have now." My eyes bugged out of my head when I loosened the strong and found the most exquisite charm bracelet I’d ever seen. I draped the delicate silver across my palm and smiled. From the box brownie camera and vase, to the ASU devil and the crescent moon which was Tom all over, each charm he’d chosen held a great deal of significance.

  Gripping the jewelry in my hand, I threw my arms around the most thoughtful boyfriend in the world. "Oh, baby. It's so beautiful. Thank you."

  He gave me a gentle smile, then pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “You’re welcome.” I handed the bracelet to Tom, and held out my arm so he could clip it around my wrist. “And don’t worry.” he whispered, tracing his fingers over the bracelet once it was in place. “I plan to add so many charms to this bracelet, pretty soon you won't be able to lift your arm." We both laughed and Thomas pulled me in tight, our bodies flush. His erection pressed into my hip, reminding me of our game.

  I laughed as Thomas pounced, latching his lips to mine. I gently pushed him away and waved a finger in chastisement. “Uh-uh, buster. Not without the dice."

  "Right. Dice.” Tom cleared his throat, and added, cocking a wicked eyebrow, "So, who's going first?"

  "Well, since you already have them . . .” I smiled, and Thomas gave his hand a little flick and sent the dice rolling. The red showed the word 'nipples', while the blue told Thomas to 'tease' them.

  "Now, that I can do.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Tom began to undo the buttons of my shirt until it slid off my shoulders. Tossing my shirt aside, he then pushed the cups of my bra down until my breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze. I closed my eyes as soon as I felt his fingers take hold of both nipples, rolling and pinching them until they stood to attention. I could feel myself getting wet as he loved on my body. But all too soon, he let go, and I shivered as the cool air hit my skin.

  "Your turn, babe." His voice, so filled with lust, was such a damn turn on. I picked up the dice and rolled, making a mental note to buy Cate a big thank-you-for-getting-me-laid present when I saw the words 'kiss' and 'lips' staring up at me.

  "Don't move." I ran my tongue across his soft, full lips until they parted, then my tongue entered his mouth to meet his own. We kissed slow and deep, Thomas pulling me flush to his body as my fingers carded through his soft hair. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I pulled away, indicating it was his turn.

  Another roll brought up the words 'rub' and 'thighs'. Quick as a flash, Thomas's hands were moving in slow sweeps up and down my thighs, but never went near where I really needed them. Palms moving up and down my heated skin, he whispered how soft and warm I was. I was dying for him to touch me, wetness beginning to soak my barely there panties. Before I could make my desires known, he stopped with an abruptness that caused me to groan in frustration.

  "Your turn, babe.” Face flushed and eyes dark with desire, Tom dropped the dice in my hand. I stared at them and then at him a couple of times before my mind was made up.

  "Fuck the dice," I groaned as I tossed the dice aside, pulled him down onto me and attacked his lips with my own. "I don't need them. I just need you." His hands resumed their gentle caress, each time getting higher and closer to my aching sex.

  "I love you Maisie," he gasped into my mouth, and I shivered as I felt his fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear before he eased them down my legs.

  Chapter Eight:

  Thomas:

  As I removed Maisie's underwear, she fumbled with my belt and button fly.

  “Allow me,” I insisted. Pulling a condom out from my pocket, I set it aside, then slid my shoes, pants and boxers off, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the floor. A sigh of relief escaped once my stiff cock was released from its prison. Staring at my beautiful girl, licking my lips as she took off her skirt and bra and toss them aside, I ignored the buttons and pulled my shirt over my head. She pulled me on top of her warm, glorious body, and we were skin to skin for the first time. My dick felt like granite as it pressed into the soft skin of her belly.

  I took one of her nipples into my mouth, while she reached down and wrapped her fingers around my length and began to stroke. I continued to tease her nipples with my tongue, lips and teeth, while pushing into her hand until I was on the verge of coming. With reluctance, I pulled away, sliding down her body until I was settled between her legs and staring at her bare, glistening slit. Like a man starved, I parted her lower lips, then drew her sweet little bud into my mouth and devoured her like there was no tomorrow.

  The subtle, tart taste of her made me want more. As I pushed two fingers inside her writhing body, her back arched, and she cried out a breathy, “Yes!”

  But as soon as I found the spongy little spot deep inside that always made her toes curl, it was game over. Her grip on my fingers tightened and her movements sped up. Meanwhile I couldn’t prevent my hips thrusting into the rug beneath me like a man possessed. When I knew she was getting close, I sucked harder to bring her over the edge.

  "Tom . . . I . . . Tom!" She screamed as she thrust her hips upward and stilled. I kept dining on her until she began to squirm. “God, no more. Too sensitive.” Mouth stretched wide with a smarmy grin, I looked up at her, then made a show of easing my fingers out and bringing them to my mouth.

  Before I knew what was going on, Maisie had sat up, pulled said fingers into her mouth, and licked her juices right off them. Watching her little pink tongue swirling around was such a fucking turn-on— I could have come there and then, but there was no way I was going to think about myself yet, I needed her to be fully sated and ready. She gently rolled me onto my back and knelt between my legs, and I wondered if it was possible for me to hold out.

  Fingers gripping tight around the base of my dick, she sucked the head of my cock into her warm, inviting mouth like it was a lollipop. “Fuck, babe. So good,” I moaned as I threaded my fingers through her hair, suppressing the urge to push my way down her throat. Just as I was on the verge of coming, she stopped what she was doing and picked up the condom before handing it to me.

  It took longer than I wanted to tear away the foil and roll the rubber down my purple-red shaft, but I got there eventually. With a grin, she hoisted her leg over my waist until she was straddling me.

  "Ready?"

  "Isn't that supposed to be my line, babe?" With a smirk, I grabbed her by the hips, loving the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingers. She rolled her eyes, and I shuddered with delight as she took my stiff cock in her hand and lined herself up before slowly pushing down. Oh holy mother of God! As the head of my dick breached Maisie for the first time, I wanted nothing more than to thrust in deep and hard, but once I heard her take in a sharp breath and saw the flash of pain mar her beautiful face, I froze.

  "I’m so sorry; I’m hurting you, aren’t I?" She inhaled a deep, shuddering breath before letting it out, then shook her hea
d.

  "Not enough to stop. Now, touch me.” I reached up and caressed her face before my hand found its way to where we were joined. After a few moments of me circling her swollen clit, I watched in amazement as all the tension began to leave her. Brow creased with concentration, she continued the slow slide down my dick, and let out a hiss as her hot and inviting body gave way to the intrusion. By the time her ass was resting on my thighs, her pussy was hugging my dick so tight I had to fight the urge to roll her over and fuck her into the floor.

  “Holy shit. You feel so good.”

  “You . . . too.” With a loud exhale, she rested her palms on my chest. While I continued to lavish as much love as I could on her clit. I watched and waited for her to adjust to the new sensation of me being sheathed inside her for the first time. As her body began to relax, she began to rock against me.

  I brought my hands up to her hips and stopped her.

  "Are you okay?"

  "Tom, I'm fine. Now quit worrying and fuck me," she commanded. There was something to be said about her taking control. In one swift movement, I pulled myself up until we were both sitting, Maisie’s legs wrapping tight around my waist. She began to move again, but this time I didn't stop her. Bracing my hands on the floor, I drew back and thrust into her again, letting out an almighty groan at the sensation. I could feel my balls drawing up as we both began to move faster. The smells and sounds of sex filled the air as I put all my weight on one hand and brought my thumb back to her clit. She was so wet, so hot, that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

  "Maisie . . . ugh . . . I'm gonna . . . fuck!" I saw stars as I shot my load into the condom. Throwing her head back, Maisie screamed my name as her orgasm followed, her body trembling with ecstasy.

  "Thomas, I love you," she panted into my ear once we both calmed down enough to speak. I was so far beyond happy that I couldn't help but flash her the widest grin I could muster.

  "I love you too, so fucking much," I pulled her close, out of breath, my voice low and breathless.

  She kissed me lightly on the lips and then smiled against my mouth. "So, Tom. Wanna play again?" We both laughed, then glanced over toward the fireplace where the dice had come to rest, displaying the words 'suck' and 'cock'.

  Licking the shell of her ear, I whispered, "Sounds like a plan to me."

  THE END

  A Note from the Authors:

  You may have noticed that this story has neither a prologue nor an epilogue, and we have a reason for this.

  Not all stories need a build up and to be tied up in a pretty bow, and Roll of the Dice is one of them. It is about a specific moment in time and the immediate build up of how the characters get there.

  We haven’t left it this way just to ‘wind you up’, or to ‘leave you wanting more’; we just feel that the story included is the story that needed to be told at this moment in time. That’s not to say, once the anthology is shelved we will not revisit this story and extend it. We may well decide to extend it to encompass the beginning and end to Maisie and Thomas’ relationship. We may even include more detail about their family and friends.

  Who knows? Because at this moment in time, we don’t, not completely.

  Changing Hearts

  Beverley Hollowed

  Acknowledgements

  Thanks to my awesome husband Brian, and my gorgeous sons, thank you for you continued support xx.

  Thanks to Beverly Brantley as always for not letting me give up when I wanted to the most xx.

  Thanks to Sally Orchard for editing my book and making it shine xx

  Thanks to all the ladies who I am honoured to share this Anthology with, you are all truly talented people xx.

  Finally, thank you Jane A Heron for pulling this all together, you are one of life’s true angels’ xx.

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  Chapter 1

  As Logan sat there and watched Ella, he thought she looked like she could have just been sleeping. Once you looked past all the tubes and wires, she looked so peaceful, as if she hadn’t a care in the world, but the paleness of her skin and the tiniest hint of blue on her lips revealed just how sick she was.

  He watched as her chest kept time with the rhythm of the ventilator. The only sounds in the room came from the different machines that were working together to keep her alive.

  He held her hand while he prayed to God not to take her from him. She was his world and he couldn’t live without her. He reached his hand up and softly touched her hair. He could smell the coconut shampoo she always used and it made him smile.

  “Stay with me, Ella,” he whispered into her ear. “Just open your eyes and tell me that everything is going to be okay.”

  It had only been three days since she had slipped into a coma, but it already felt like a life time. The doctor’s said that he shouldn’t give up hope that a donor could be found any moment, but Logan knew that Ella was running out of time.

  As he watched her, he remembered the first day he met her. The first day that Ella Graham burst in to his life.

  It was the last day of auditions and until now, they had been going terribly. It was just one singer after another, murdering song after song.

  Or if they could sing, they couldn’t dance. By lunch time, Logan thought if he heard the song, My Heart Will Go On, one more time that day, he was going to scream.

  “Tell me Jenna,” he asked his assistant as he slumped back into his seat. “Did the audition poster say we were putting on a production of Titanic?”

  “No Logan, why?” she replied, giving him a strange look.

  “Then why has every single person that has stepped on the stage today, either sang that song or sounded like they are drowning” he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to relieve the tension in his head. “I think it’s time for a break.”

  “I will let the rest know we are stopping for lunch,” Jenna said as she stood up and headed towards the back of the stage. She stopped and turned. “What time will I tell them we will be starting back at?”

  “It’s almost noon,” Logan said as he looked at his watch. “Let’s say one o’clock,” He stood up and made his way out of the auditorium.

  As he headed down to the coffee shop on the corner, he wondered what the hell he was doing this for. He had been happy teaching drama in high school, but now he was producing and directing his own show in New York. Something he swore he would never do.

  Logan Bryce had grown up in New York. He was the son of a lawyer and a doctor. His father, Andrew Bryce was a lawyer, who had his own successful firm. He had great plans for Logan. He thought his son would follow in his footsteps and one day take over the practise. He was horrified when he found out that Logan wanted to study music and drama and become a drama teacher. He was an only child and his father wanted more for him than that.

  His mother was a different story. She had been forced into medicine by her father, and although she loved her work, she didn’t want to do the same to Logan. She thought he should make his own way in life and follow his own heart.

  Logan ended up working in a high school in Boston after college. He went home from time to time, but every time he went home, he and his father would argue or there would be this tension between them. He went
home less and less. If it hadn’t have been for his mother he probably would have never gone home at all.

  However when his mother became ill, he moved back to New York. He wanted to be there for her and it broke his heart to see her so frail and in so much pain. After she died, Logan and his dad put their differences behind them and became closer. Logan stayed in New York and got a job in a local high school, where he had been happy. That was until a friend of his had talked him into doing this show.

  When he got to the coffee shop he ordered his usual, coffee, black, one sugar and two chocolate muffins.

  He picked up his coffee and headed out side when suddenly, bang.

  “I’m sorry…” he began to say to the girl, who seemed to come out of nowhere, that was now covered in his coffee.

  “Oh that’s fine!” She said in a sarcastic tone of voice before she launched into a rant. “Why wouldn’t you throw your coffee over me? It’s just another crappy thing that has happened to me today, first my apartment has no electricity this morning, and then this rude bus driver ignores me ringing the bell for two stops. I am late for an appointment which after today, I really shouldn’t bother. So it fine that you should not watch where you’re going and cover me in hot coffee”.