Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

“Frosting?” I arched an eyebrow at him as he carried me through the forest home.

  “You taste better than frosting, but I was hoping that you’d take my name.”

  “Your name?”

  “Will you marry me?” He’d stopped in a clearing. The sun was sinking but there was still enough light for me to see his beautiful eyes.

  “Will I what?” I asked him, tracing the shape of his eyebrow.

  He blinked and then laughed, his head going back in delight.

  “What have I said now?” I asked, not really offended because the look he gave me turned my heart inside out.

  “There is much to teach you of your human ways.”

  “I am human, but I’ve always considered myself to be a lepling.”

  “Garbhan says…”

  “Father!” How could I have forgotten him? “Where is he? What is he doing now he no longer has his pots?”

  “I took him to meet an old friend of mine. He needed your father’s help,” he soothed me.

  “How?”

  “My friend had no way of making and keeping rainbows inside the gifts he makes for human children. Your father knew how to do this and offered to help him. When I left them, they were sitting in front of a roaring fire, drinking hot chocolate, and discussing my friend’s pet reindeer.

  “Can we go there? Can I see him?”

  “Of course. My home is there. It’s called Lapland and it’s far from here for leprechauns. But not far as the frost travels.”

  I hugged him as best as I could still wrapped in his arms. “And this marry”—I hesitated—”is it like the organise you gave me last night?”

  He snorted with laughter, before kissing my head. “They are part of it. But it’s not just that.”

  “I want to know more about this marry.”

  “I shall tell you all I know when we are home, I promise.” He set me on my feet and caught my face between his palms. He laid a feather soft kiss on my lips, and I stepped closer, lifting my face to his.

  “This organise, can I give you one?” I wanted him to feel the pleasure he’d given me.

  “You did, snowflake. Last night we both—”

  “Then can we do it again? Now?” The urge to touch him and have him touch me made my head spin.

  Or at least I thought it was my urges. Seeing the ceiling in my bedroom I realised it was because he’d whisked us here in a blink of an eye.

  “Wow. You move—”

  His mouth stopped my words, and I welcomed his tongue with mine.

  He stripped my clothes off, and I was delighted to be out of them. Several days wear had left me feeling dirty. As I lay back, my stomach grumbled loudly.

  “Did they feed you?” he demanded, lifting his head.

  “I had some food last night.”

  “But not today?”

  I shook my head. “I’d like to wash too. I was unable to change.”

  “Change of plans.” He moved off me, and I moaned, but he shook his finger at me. “Food, bath, and then sex.”

  “Okay.”

  “Don’t ever lose this,” he murmured, his lips finding mine.

  “What?” Confused I looked at myself. His hands were on my chest, and I laughed. “My lumpits? I doubt that will happen; they appear to be firmly stuck there.” He made me laugh with his odd ways and words.

  “Lumpits?”

  He looked as if he was going to sneeze.

  “Yes, the lumps near the pits of my arms.”

  “Did Garbhan tell you anything about your body compared to a man’s?”

  “When I was smaller and growing these,” I indicated my lumpits, “he said it was something all female humans seemed to have, and sometimes he’d even seen them on the men, but much smaller. It wasn’t anything to worry about, quite natural for a human.”

  “I can’t wait for the naming session we’re going to have.” He smirked at me, looking pleased with himself.

  He did have some odd ways, but my stomach chose that moment to join in our conversation. “If I have a bath, will you make me some food, please?” I asked him.

  “It will be my pleasure,” he murmured, bestowing her a swift kiss before he left the room.

  * * *

  I was clean, fed, and sitting on Jack’s lap in the parlour when a thought came to me.

  “Will it be safe for my father to remain in Lapland? He could never stay too long in the forests because of humans.”

  “He’ll be fine, you both will. The forests are only dangerous because humans try to capture leprechauns. He’s not tied to this land, any more than you were tied to the human world.”

  “Thank you, Jack. For looking after him, keeping him safe.”

  “I like your father; I always have. But I love his daughter. I’d do anything for you, Maebh.”

  I kissed his cheek, my arms going around his neck as tears filled my eyes. The realisation of his words was almost overwhelming. “I’d do anything for you,” I sobbed. “I love you.”

  “To tears?” He chuckled and wiped at my face.

  I wanted to give him pleasure; an organise. I wanted us both to organise together.

  “Can we…”

  “Say it, Maebh.”

  “Will you organise with me?”

  “For the rest of my life.” He kissed my forehead and then he was carrying me into my bedroom.

  Laying me out he unwrapped the dressing gown I’d put over my naked body. He sucked in his breath as he looked at me, frost drifting down making me squirm and giggle at the coldness. He gave me a wicked smile, and then his tongue wiggled in my navel and I was the one sucking my breath in. His tongue touched that string running down beneath my skin. And when his fingers moved between my legs, I opened them as wide as I could.

  He groaned in appreciation, moving between them. His tongue danced over my skin as his fingers drew out the most incredible sensations from me. I knew not to worry when I felt the slickness, and he seemed to like it because he moaned, pushing his hips against my leg. The hard sausage like shape had returned, and he was rubbing it against me. I wanted to explore and find out what it was. I pushed my hand between my thigh and the front of his trousers and taking hold I squeezed it. He roared in my ear, almost bucking off the bed, and I froze. It was attached to him.

  “I hurt you! I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was attached. I… oh, no, I was being nosey. I am—”

  His mouth on mine shut me up, as he fumbled around down there.

  “Let me see.” I tried to sit up. “Do you need some ointment on it? Have I made you bleed? What is it?”

  “You didn’t hurt me,” he muttered and then he was taking my hand and tugging it back to where I’d squeezed him. His trousers were no longer between us and my fingers closed around the most glorious appendage. Warm skin covered a hardness that made my toes curl. It was heavy and seemed to throb as I moved my hand down to the base where it joined his body. With nowhere left to go and no intention of letting go of him, I brought my hand back up. The groan that left his mouth connected with that spot between my legs. He was starting to pant, and excitement rolled through me, I loved being able to make him feel as he’d done with me. My fingers found the end, and I almost let go at the wetness. Drops formed on the end, but if it was the small room he required, he’d have said. It had to be the same liquid I produced when he pushed his fingers into me.

  I smoothed the silky top, smearing the liquid around, and he grunted into my neck. Breathing heavily, his hands were clutching my waist, moans and groans slipped from his mouth. Listening carefully to his responses I explored him and discovered the skin was loosely wrapped around the hardness. Maybe this was a cover that came off. I slid my hand down, pulling the skin, careful not to hurt him. I could feel the slickness easily now, and I abandoned taking off the cover to smooth my palm over the end, revelling in the sensations it gave me as well. I brought my fingertips to what felt like a ridge, and he became frantic. I wanted to see what I was touching, but he had me pinned to the
bed. He was grunting something I couldn’t understand, but before I could ask him to say it again, his hand was between my legs. His fingers were deep inside me and everything though flew from my mind. Twisting his fingers, he thrust them in and out of me and I was losing my mind it felt so good. He circled his fingers at my entrance, scissoring them, and I craved more, much more. I wanted... what my hand was still working over.

  “Jack. Jack.” I arched upwards. “Is it this? Is this what you’re going to put into me?” And I wanted him to say yes. I wanted him inside me.

  He groaned, his mouth working at my throat as I worked my fingertip over the top of him. More liquid spilt from him, and I spread it down his length, working my hand faster. He was moaning loudly, his hips thrusting into my hold.

  “Icicles!” He wrenched away from me, and I cried out not willing to let go.

  He knelt up, and I got my first look at what I’d been touching. It was enormous and I’d wanted it inside me? Was I insane?

  He settled himself over me, and I felt it pushing at where his fingers had been. The pleasure he’d been giving me faded as a burning started.

  “Too big, too big, Jack,” I panted, my mouth open as I stared up at his face. “It won’t fit.”

  “It will, Maebh, trust me.” He pushed slowly until he was completely inside me. I could feel the skin of his groin pressed against mine I was stuffed so completely. But the burning had subsided, and I just felt stretched now. It was the oddest thing I’d experienced, and I couldn’t see how this would lead to an organise.

  Until he began to circle his hips against mine.

  It caused friction on the area he’d pressed last night, and I was seeing stars again.

  “Icicles, oh my freezing icicles,” he mumbled into my neck. “I need to move. I need to move, Maebh.”

  “Then move.” I didn’t want him to leave me, but if he needed to then he must.

  He drew out, and I sighed in disappointment. Until he thrust back into me. The force of his thrust rubbed his hard length against a spot deep inside me that made me cry out. He repeated the movement, a little harder, and I clung to his shoulders as a rush of fire spiralled through me. It was the strangest thing; Jack Frost, gave me fire. But I loved it.

  I was moving in ways I’d never moved before. My hips were thrusting to meet his, to relieve the desperate ache growing inside me. The sounds leaving my throat matched his own deeper groans. My toes were curled, my fingers gripped his shoulders and then his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me as if our lives depended on it. And I rather think they did. He gave me life, gave me breath, gave me that incredible sensation. My body was reaching out, desperate for that release, that rush of pleasure that would drown me.

  I needed it. I needed him, and I brought my legs around his waist, trying to get him closer. He drew out and then pushed into me slowly, twisting his groin as he ground against me and it was there. I was there. I lost my mind somewhere in the crescendo of bliss. He took me and flung me up to the stars, forcing me to explode into a quickening of white light. He caught me as I fell back to earth, sobbing as the sensations ebbed. Wrapped in his arms, as he lay between my limp, spread legs, his chest pressed to mine. I craved his weight, needing to feel grounded after the high he’d taken me on.

  “Sweet icicles, you are amazing. I love you,” he mumbled.

  “I love you, Jack Frost.” I tucked my head in his neck, listening to the thud of our hearts as our breathing gradually eased.

  I stroked his back and through his spiky hair. Even though the strands of his hair sparkled with crystals, it was as soft as a feather. I stretched a little, aware of a few muscles I’d hadn’t known about before. But I was still curious about one thing.

  “Jack?”

  He mumbled some reply, shifting as he re-arranged us, so he was on his back and I was snuggled to his side, my head on his chest.

  “What was that we just did?”

  “Sex. We had sex. We made love. I’ve heard humans called it many names. Elves call it mating, giants term it ‘bumping the rocks’.”

  “And leprechauns?”

  “They don’t. Leprechauns aren’t built to have sex. They’re immortal, so they don’t need sex.”

  “That’s a shame,” I murmured.

  “What? Immortality?”

  “No, being unable to have sex. They won’t know what it feels like.”

  “And how does it feel, my darling?”

  “Like soaring into the sky, getting burnt by the stars and then falling to earth in… satisfaction.”

  He picked up my hand from his chest and kissed it. “You made me soar with you.”

  “What is this called?” I smoothed my hand down his stomach to touch it. Gently this time so as not to hurt him.

  Oh no! It wasn’t there!

  I sat up and examined him. “It’s shrunk! It’s shrunk like a cotton wash boiled too long! Oh Jack, what have I done?”

  He laughed loudly, sitting up to kiss my nose before taking my hands into his. “It’s supposed to do that, Maebh. If it stayed big and hard all the time, I’d have trouble walking. You make it grow, Maebh, thoughts of your body, touching you, kissing you; they all make me hard. Its proper name is a penis, but I call it a cock.”

  “Cock? Like a chicken?”

  “No. Um, maybe we require a different name.”

  “Glorious appendage?” I suggested as it was most certainly that.

  He burst out laughing and then he was kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. “I love you so much, my beautiful snowflake.”

  I looked at his glorious appendage, not caring what he named it, just what he could do with it. But it seemed odd to think it could grow.

  “Thoughts of me make it grow? Like the sunshine and water cause the plants to grow?”

  He nodded, his fingers smoothing over my shoulders. “A little bit, but it doesn’t need the sunshine and water. Just you.”

  “What if I touch it?” I rather hoped he’d allow me to try, and when he lay down I was pleased.

  “Why don’t you find out?” he invited.

  So I did.

  And we were both pleased with the results.

  * * *

  Jack taught me many things that night and every night since if I was honest. Now I know breasts is the correct name for lumpits. And the part of me that causes me to organise is called my clitoris. He also taught me that he could kiss me everywhere, not just my mouth. And he taught me that I could kiss him in places besides his mouth. There are so many ways to love each other, and I think we’ve discovered them all. Repeatedly.

  He also taught me babies didn’t come from the forest, but my body. And when he held our child in his arms, he cried with joy. I was joyous as well but exhausted. I didn’t want to bring any more babies into the world and told him the forest had been a much better idea. Alice would be our first and last, I was certain of that.

  My father and Jack’s friend, Nick, visited us often in the house that Jack built for us in Lapland. Father was more than elated to bounce our baby on his knee.

  And after a few years of our darling Alice, I’d forgotten why the forest seemed so much better and we welcomed another frostling into the house. Brice. He was the image of his father and just as mischievous.

  We never heard what happened after we left the Emerald Isle, but there are still rainbows in the sky, so all must be well there. I often wonder if King Ludwhomp still uses that disk or if he’s accepted his squeak.

  But this is the end of my story, or at least the part I’ve lived. The rest of our lives lie ahead of us still, and I thank the rainbows every day for my Jack Frost.

  You’ll have guessed the secret, I expect. The secret of where the leprechauns hide their gold.

  But remember, if you ever do catch a leprechaun amongst the shamrocks, use your wishes wisely.

  Because it would be a sad world if there were no rainbows after the rain.

  The End

  Note from the author:

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sp; I really hoped you enjoyed this story of Maebh and Jack. I have to admit that I had a lot of fun writing it.

  "Jack Frost" poem by C.E. Pike

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  Unlucky in Love

  An Introduction

  Rae Tina

  Introducing Addison Blake, a robotics engineer who’s had a recent case of bad luck in the love department. Well, at least until she steps inside Unlucky Shots, a bar near her home in Brooklyn, where she never thought she’d venture. It’s a good thing she needs to drink away her sorrow, and there just happens to be two eligible bachelors who are willing to help her forget all her troubles for the night.

  Unlucky in Love: An Introduction, is just the beginning of a full-length novel that will be released in early July 2019. For now, please enjoy this hot short story and look forward to reading all about their search for love later this year. You never know what a bit of bad luck can bring you.

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  Addison

  After an extremely long day of struggling with my uncooperative robot, all I wanted to do was curl up next to Scott on his couch, watch mind-numbing television, and drink a couple of beers. Nothing was going right with my current project, and I was about five seconds from ripping my hair out of my scalp at least three times today. Being a mechanical engineer for Robo Tech, one of the top robotics companies in the country, was draining on the worst of days but more fulfilling than a toe-curling orgasm on the best.

  From the time I was a little girl, robotics was the path I wanted to pursue. My dad is a technical analyst for NASA, and whenever I was sick or had a day off from school as a kid, he’d take me to work with him. I’d watch the engineers work with the robots to get the shuttles and aircrafts in working order. It amazed me how a piece of machinery could do damn near anything a brilliant mind could imagine. I knew back then I wanted to be that brilliant mind someday.