Hot Gear Novels & Stories

💦Shared Ride, Shared Heat💦 “Fuck, it’s hot tonight.” I fanned myself with my hand as I climbed into the back seat of the Uber Pool, the Miami night air thick and sticky even at 11:45 PM. My tight black mini dress clung to my curves, the hem riding high on my thighs from the movement. I had been out dancing with friends, but they’d paired off with guys at the club, leaving me to head back to my hotel alone.

A localized burst of Southern Fire explodes from my palm, a concentrated, white-hot current of geothermal heat that shoots straight through his skin. ​Garrick lets out a sudden, strangled shriek of agony as the fire singes his grey claws, turning the tips of his nails to black ash in a fraction of a second. The heat doesn't burn his flesh to the bone, but it melts the iron rings of his sleeve, the liquid metal dripping onto the polished obsidian floor with a sharp hiss. ​He drops to his knees before me, his massive frame trembling as he cradles his smoking hand against his chest, his amber eyes wide with a sudden, primitive terror that no legal amendment can cure.

The impact sent a shockwave through the ship. "I’ve got... the leverage!" Zane groaned, his body vibrating as the wind tried to tear him loose. "But Kael... look at the thermometer!" The Heat Sink Sahara The GPU (Graphics Processing Unit) was located directly above their path. As the Child started a high-resolution game, the heat fins of the GPU began to glow. To the Feral Six, it was like standing beneath a Solid-State Sun. "The temperature is climbing to $85^\circ\text{C}$!" Kael reported, his own internal fire struggling to compete with the ambient heat. "The hull is starting to expand. If we don't move, the 'Oakhaven' becomes a pressure cooker!"

Since she was sure he wasn't going to let her in through the gate. She slipped halfway over and landed on her feet with an ungraceful thud that echoed through the quiet neighborhood. “Ouch... That hurt.” Aria groaned in pain, dusting the dirt off her body. The door swung open almost immediately, startling her Leon stepped outside, wearing a dark T-shirt and sweatpants, holding a mug of steaming coffee. His hair was still damp, like he had just showered. He stared at her. “You... you're really asking for trouble, aren't you?” he said slowly. “Is breaking into my property now your hobby?”

Still ‘arriving in 4 minutes. Of course. It had been ‘4 minutes’ for the past 8 minutes. Liars. That was when I noticed him. Mr. Annoyingly Hot. Christian freaking Gallo. Looking hotter than ever in an expensive navy-blue suit. He strutted out of his house toward his driveway like a man in a luxury car commercial. Standing in front of a sleek black Grand Wagoneer Series III, was another good-looking man in a black suit—probably his assistant. Then my eyes caught two little girls, practically bouncing with energy. They had their backpacks on, clearly ready for school.

I muttered to Andy before walking toward Jaxon, who was already on his feet and approaching. Up close, his glare wasn’t fully directed at me. It was aimed at Andy. “What are you doing with her?” he asked, voice unexpectedly hoarse, deep, low — so low I could feel the rumble under it. I took in his appearance. Ruffled hair falling over his forehead, brushing his brows, giving his eyes a dangerous look. When his gaze landed on me for a split second, my stomach dipped and I felt warm. He was hot. Too hot. And I shouldn’t be finding him attractive.

The air, already thick with the choking stench of pressurized sulfur, grew rapidly warmer, a heavy, suffocating wave of ancient geothermal heat rising from the dark shafts behind the advancing vanguard of guardians. Beneath my torn silver-mesh tunic, the raw, blistered skin of my neck throbbed in direct sync with the mountain’s pulse, the sudden, unyielding rise in ambient temperature making the weeping burns sting like open flame. My riding trousers, ruined and stiffened by the high-altitude ice, rubbed mercilessly against the raw, highly sensitized skin of my inner thighs as I shifted into a low defensive stance beside Killian. The persistent, heavy friction drove a sharp, localized heat d

The risk would keep it hot. The week of forbidden pleasure had started with a shower and ended with us completely hooked. Step-sibling secret. The hottest one I ever kept.