by Aurelia Fray
The next day she still sat spinning as the wedding guests began to arrive. By this time she had spun piles and piles of sunlit thread and still she worked—though she didn’t know why. The Prince brought the wedding guests into the garden, along with the surprised bride, her sister and parents…still Ruby spun the wheel.
“Answer a riddle, before the wedding.” The Prince called to all gathered.
“I lost a key to my treasure chest, so my advisors had a new one made. After some time, I found the old key. Answer me this… which key will open the chest?”
The guests, kings, queens, courtiers, and noblemen all murmured and discussed the riddle. The bride’s kingly father answered first, “The old key is better, though you should be careful not to lose it again.”
The crowd erupted in laughter, all except Ruby who had stopped spinning and was looking at the prince.
“I see. So then the woman who was first key to my heart, would also be better than the one who was thrust upon me while I searched for the first?” The prince stared at the king for a moment.
“What are you saying?” The middle sister stomped her foot, red faced angry. “What a worthless riddle. I broke the curse, not her.”
The prince laughed softly and spread his arms wide, as if waiting for lightening to strike him in the chest. “I would rather live my nights as a wolf and days in a cave, with love… than to live as a man cursed to never love.”
As soon as the words left his mouth the sunlit threads that Ruby had spent hour upon hour spinning rose up in a mighty wind. The threads rolled and wove together, forming a cyclone of golden light, with Ruby in the eye of the storm. The sun burst through the clouds and lit the garden, and a single star shone in the midday sky.
When the wind died down, Ruby stood in the center of the garden, in a dress of pure sunlight. On her head was a crown made of diamonds that shown with the light of the stars. Her silvery hair, streaked with midnight hues that brought out her crystal blue eyes, and her rosy lips curled into a lovely smile.
The prince, still a man, had not been struck by lightning—but by love. He knelt before Ruby and with the eyes of the white wolf, asked, “Will you forgive me? I thought you decided not to return. I should have searched for you. I should have never given up.”
Ruby took his hand and drew him to his feet. “Will you tell me your name?”
“Rafe. My name is Rafe.” He laughed softly as drew her into his arms.
“I forgive you, Rafe.” She rose to tip toes and whispered into his ear, “Though there will be many, many nights of punishment.”
“Of course.” He kissed her lips in the garden, and then once more when they were pronounced husband and wife, and again and again for the remainder of their long days.
THE END
FUCK IT OUT
By Caroline Baker
Early this morning
We got pissed
Over some shit
We both had missed
Had a knock down
Drag out fight
Yelled and screamed
With all our might
Said some things
I knew we'd regret
The kinds of things
That are hard to forget
He stormed out
Said get your shit on track
So I shot two birds
Right at his back
I came home at six
Ready to go
He was in the kitchen
And turned around slow
I could tell by his face
He was feeling the same
Fuck yeah, Baby
Let's start this game
He moved first
Before I could react
He came at me fast
And pushed me back
Till I hit the wall
His hand at my jaw
Held my face still
And I saw
Red as my temper
Flared sky high
Then he used his leg
To part my thighs
He pushed in close
Right in my space
Noted the murderous
Look on my face
And he just smiled
His cocky ass grin
Said listen up, Baby
This shit's gonna end
Now I know you probably
Spent all day
Getting more worked up
Thinking on what you'd say
To me tonight
But I thought all day too
So let me tell you
What we're gonna do
Me and you
Are gonna fuck it out
And we're not stopping
Till there's no doubt
That all the anger
And all the rage
Are fucked away
And we're on the same page
Now you can fight me
And you probably will
But if I'm honest
The thought gives me a thrill
Cause I got some rope
And a brand new paddle
So go ahead, Baby
You've got nothing I can't handle
I tried to respond
But had no chance
His mouth came down hard
As his hand went to my pants
He undid the button
And pulled them down
He bit my lip hard
I gasped and found
His tongue pushing in
Tangling with mine
His hand hit my panties
Aiming to find
My clit and he did
In two seconds flat
Pushed two fingers in
And that was that
Started fucking me hard
And he was relentless
Betrayed by my pussy
And its overwhelming wetness
Fuck but he knew
How to do it just right
And I swear I tried
With all my might
But before I knew it
I was all over his hand
And I swear to Jesus
Here where I stand
He licked every
Finger clean
Said, Fuck you taste good
With a little mean
Mixed with your sweet
And tangy flavor
I'm gonna eat you all night
And I'll totally savor
Every drop, Baby
Gonna wear you out
Till you're all out of things
To be pissed about
He picked me up
So we were face to face
Slapped my ass hard
Said, You want to taste?
And fuck me I did
So I took his mouth again
He headed toward the bedroom
Where he aimed to win
Cause true to his word
My man fucked me right
And drained every ounce
Of my fight
Then we talked for hours
And laughed till we cried
Till we worked it all out
And set it aside
Then he gave me his sweet
And wrapped me up tight
Fuck My Man
Sure knows how to fight
TUG: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
By: Bry Dig
Prologue
Shooter slammed his bathroom cabinet. The cabinet rattled and reopened, spilling the contents in to the sink. He cursed in one long never-ending string.
“What the fuck is all this shit? The world is fucking against me. What the fuck?” He spoke between his ground teeth.
Ten minutes later, when Tripp entered the house, Shooter was still painting the air with profanity. When he finally noticed his friend, he glared at Tripp. Pushing past him, Shooter headed for the kitchen.
“You here to tell me not to go?” Shooter demanded as he filled his wallet with a wad of cas
h he retrieved from a cookie jar.
Tripp leaned against the kitchen doorframe and watched his friend. “Told you what I thought of this. Tour is over, we have two months. Figure I had time to kill. Want company?”
“You know she’s mine right? I’m not sharing her. That threesome was a one-time deal.” Shooter surveyed his friend trying to decipher what Tripp’s true intentions were.
Tripp rolled his eyes. “Yeah your girl has a magical pussy but I am well aware it was a one-time stop.”
Shooter bit his lip, the metal ring painfully digging in his teeth. “I’m getting her back.”
“She may not forgive you dude.”
Shooter closed his eyes. He hated the guilt. It filled his body, causing pain to pump around his heart. When he closed his eyes, he replayed the scene over again. Catalina opened the hotel room door. He saw the happiness drain from her. Shooter hadn’t had a chance to explain why he did what he did. He didn’t have a chance to tell her why his cock was ten full inches deep in another woman. Reaching in his pocket, he fisted the custom made engagement ring that was meant to only be on Catalina’s finger.
“I’m just going to have to accept that she may never forgive me but I’m not leaving until she is married to me. That girl is it for me. Love at first sight.” Shooter walked past Tripp and picked his bag up from the hallway floor. “I’m headed to the airport now. You coming?”
Tripp nodded his head and followed his friend into the unknown. He smirked, thanking the metal gods it wasn’t him falling apart over a girl. “Right behind you man.”
Chapter 1
~Isabella~
“Bella open up. Emergency!” Catalina pounded on my door.
Catalina, my best friend, was not one to show up at my home unannounced. We had been friends since just after high school and practically inseparable since then. She never joked around nor called wolf so the emergency part of her statement had my heart pounding.
Despite my red booty shorts and my black Death Metal t-shirt, I didn’t hesitate to open the door. Catalina looked down at me. Her eyes were watery and rimmed in worry.
“What the hell is going on? Get your ass in here and tell me.” Grabbing her wrist, I pulled Catalina into my house, locking the door behind her.
Once the door locked, Catalina spoke frantically. “Shooter Solis was at my door when I got home.”
Shooter Solis. I used to be a huge fan of the guy. He was the new drummer to Rising Devils, the hottest metal band on the face of this earth. The guys were sexy and the drums mixed with the guitars made any lame lyric they had sound good. I liked the singer and all, but being a drummer girl myself, I was a huge fan of Shooter. One thing changed my opinion of Shooter Solis. He broke my best friend’s heart.
The two of them met at a grocery store and he tracked her down to the strip club where we worked. Being the fan girl I was, I drove him to her apartment. There was a moment when I wasn’t going to do it, but something in his eyes told me that he was different. I was wrong. She took off with him for five days and fell in love, only to be heartbroken when he cheated on her. What made it worse was he had proposed to Lina hours before cheating.
I hated the guy now.
“The fucker has some nerve. So what did he say?” I demanded whirling around and facing Lina.
“I ran here without talking to him.”
It was like the moon and stars aligned because at that moment someone started pounding on my front door. He must have followed her and Catalina’s terrified eyes stilled me. As much as I wanted to tell this jerk to get lost, it wasn’t my decision. Whether or not she gave him a second chance was up to her.
“What do you want me to do?” I questioned. She looked at me and then the door.
Softly she spoke, “Gone. I want him gone.”
My fire engine red hair swayed from my ponytail as I charged for the door. Yanking it open, I didn’t flinch when the door bounced off the wall. I pulled back my arm and punched him dead in his face. Lucky for me, he was leaning against the door frame giving me access to his face. He stumbled back holding his eye. From behind him, Shooter stepped forward.
Fuck! I hit the wrong guy.
“Mother Fucker!” The guy I hit growled out.
Tilting my head I looked at the guy. His hands covered his face but his blue hair fell forward. Looking over my shoulder I spoke to Lina. “Catalinaaaa….” I drew her name out. I was in trouble, I could just feel it. “I might have punched the wrong guy. This one has blue hair.”
“Fuck! I think you broke my eye socket you crazy bitch.” He bellowed.
Seriously, he was complaining? I hit him hard, sure, but it wasn’t hard enough to break something. For heaven’s sake my hand wasn’t even hurting. The fifty dollars a month I was paying for kick boxing classes didn’t seem like a rip off anymore. There would be no more complaining about spending that money. It had done me proud tonight.
“That one is Tripp.” Lina pressed her lips together suppressing a smile.
Tripp? I vaguely remembered him. He was also in the Rising Devils band. I think he played the guitar but I thought he had a Mohawk. Either way he was too big to be crying about a punch. “Stop crying like a bitch. If it helps, I thought you were Shooter. Besides, you were pounding on my fucking door so you deserved a punch to the face.”
Tripp stood and removed his hands from his face. The guy was tall, real tall compared to my five-two. He returned my glare with one of his own and moved forward, towering over me. Lifting my chin, I stared into his angry face. Damn he was pretty. His silver eyes reflected like mirrors framed in dark lashes. His blue hair was bright but who was I to judge? Mine was bright too. He had a square jaw covered with a shadow of stubble. His dark eyebrows lifted and he gazed down at me. Tripp backed up slightly, looking down at my body. Nothing new for me, I was a stripper and it happened on a regular basis, yet his once over made me squirm. A devilish smile crossed his face. The skin around his eye started to puff and change color. He was too busy eye fucking me to even care. It kind of pissed me off. Here I was trying to defend a friend and there he was fucking me in his head.
“Go ahead and eye fuck me you twat.” Flipping Tripp off I turned and faced Lina. “You want to talk to these fools?”
Shooter, who was hanging out behind Tripp, took that moment to move forward. Lina shook her head back and forth and started backing up. I went back in to action mode. Throwing my arm back I readied for another punch but then I was upside down. I didn’t even have time to get the punch out Tripp had hauled me up like I was nothing. .My stomach was flung over his broad shoulder with my ass in the air and my face almost plastered against his. Tripp slapped my rear and I cried out, kicking and pounding on his muscular back.
“Let go of me you fuck—” My words cut off when Tripp closed my front door just as Shooter went inside with Lina.
“Listen doll. We didn’t catch two different flights, spend two hours trying to rent a car, and sit outside her apartment just for you to stand in our way.” Tripp’s voice was thick and sounded like he smoked a pack a day. It was sexy as hell. I think he was southern too because like Shooter, he had a drawl.
He put me down and pushed me up against an SUV I assumed was his. With his hips he pinned me against the vehicle. The throbbing in his pants beat against my stomach. Maybe I should have been grossed out but from the outline of his dick I was slightly curious. From what I could feel, he was a big boy. Tripp opened the back door and motioned with his blue head for me to get in. His hair flopped in his face but those grey mirror-like eyes stared at me intensely. I hesitated before climbing in to the back seat.
Tripp climbed in behind me and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He offered me one and I declined. I watched him place one in his sexy mouth and light up. The flicker of flame cast an orange glow on his skin and reflected in his silver eyes. His straight nose had a hoop in it and when he tucked his chin length blue hair behind his ear, I caught the sight of the gauges in his earlobes. Along wit
h the tattoos that danced down his arms and decorated his hands, he was everything I normally wasn’t attracted to. However on him, all the colorful tattoos and metal adornments gave him that bad boy look that girls like me were suckers for. I would have gone in for a flirty move but I remembered this was Shooter’s friend. Shooter who cheated on my best friend.
“He doesn’t deserve a second chance you know,” I finally found my voice. Crossing my legs, I leaned my head back against the headrest. Shooter had two hundred seconds before I was marching in my house and saving my best friend. I already started counting.
Smoke filled the vehicle. He must have realized he was smoking us out because Tripp flicked his cigarette out the door and closing us back in. “We all deserve a second chance. Like you for example. My first impression of you is that you are a bitch. Don’t you want to change that impression?”
“God you are such a guy. No I don’t want to change that impression and that’s different. A second chance in a relationship where the dude couldn’t keep it in his pants is not the same.”
“We could be in a relationship you know. You’re my style. I saw you checking me out, so I know the feeling is mutual.” Tripp laughed and stretched his legs out in front of him as best he could. “Shooter believes in that love at first sight shit. I’m starting to see the logic in it.”
I blinked before staring. Was he for real? “Are you joking right now?”
Tripp laughed. His long arms stretched above his head and he laced his fingers together before placing them behind his head. He moved down in his seat and relaxed before closing his eyes. “Naw. Just making convo. We can switch topics though if you want.”
“To what?”
“To if I should or shouldn’t press charges on you.” He opened one eye and a cocky little grin played on his lips. I felt moisture start pooling in my panties. Son of a bitch got me turned on with a smile. “I could be convinced not to if you persuaded me. I’m kind of famous so they would totally haul your pretty ass to jail doll. I have a good feeling about that. And if they didn’t then I would just sue you.”