Hot Gear Novels & Stories

His eyes softened even more. My back pressed lightly against the door as the space between us disappeared. Eyelids batting inconsistently. I could feel the heat coming off his body, he smelled manly in every possible way, the familiar smell of cedarwood mixed with the faint smell of whiskey. My heart beat so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest.

Soft. Warm.

It was the only sound in the house, which made the sudden, deep voice behind me feel like a gunshot. “For a first day, you seemed so stressed out already.” “FUCK!” I spun around so fast my heel gripped the slippery tile, my heart slamming violently against my ribs. My soul felt like it had completely left my body. Standing casually in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, was the very person currently ruining my life on social media. He had thick, effortlessly styled hair falling across his forehead, a sharply sculpted jawline, and those piercing, cool eyes that looked exactly like they did on television. He was wearing a comfortable designer hoodie and athletic jogge

PROMO : 1 B : what the hell are you doing here ? G : what is this ? Huh Wouldn't you welcome me. I know you must be bored with her So I am here for you as a distraction & trust me I am a lot hotter than her . B : Just shut up & get out from here. G : Don't glare at me Hottie . You know I have something which is very important for you. If I will open my mouth Infront of media then you know very well the consequences will not be good for you & your family.

Kit's thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of his phone in his coat pocket. "Chevvy? Yeah, okay. I'll see you there." Kit quickly pack his things and left to meet his best friend. He sounded sad and stressed. Possibly because of his boyfriend, who only remembers him if he needs something. After fixing himself, he left their company. ---------- Kit went straight to the SoYoung Luxury Lounge to meet his best friend, Chevvy. SoYoung is one of their favorite places when they just want to relax and unwind after a long day. As soon as he got inside the lounge, Kit quickly looked for Chevvy. When he found his best friend, Chevvy already looked drunk. Kit shook his head and made his way to his

He couldn’t even get that right. The only good thing right now is Goose found us another house. The dirty motel room was more than I could take. This place was available because it has no central air in this godforsaken desert heat. It has what’s referred to as an evaporative cooling system. It circulates warm air while adding moisture in this damn over-abundant humidity. This wasteland is not the promised dry heat they brag about.

I am seated on a chair. A beam of light, thin as a blade, sweeps across the space before settling on me. It glides over my skin like a poisoned caress. The heat almost burns me, tracing a path from my collarbone down to the curve of my breasts, exposed by the black latex corset Kael ordered me to wear. The fabric, already clinging to my skin with sweat and arousal, seems to tighten further under this invisible gaze. Murmurs rise around me, whispers slithering between the bodies crammed into the shadows.

Her head slightly downturned as she tugged on her left earlobe praying the day ends without violence of any kind. The splash of hot coffee on Amy's chest caused her to impulsively take few steps back. He scowled. “Why do you always act like such an idiot? Why is this too hot?” his eyes bulged in anger. "I am sorry. I didn't mean..." "Shut up!" He sneered as his jaw clenched visibily. "You never do anything right. You get the most expensive things from me yet you are worse than use*less!" Amy's eyes instantly became moist. That moment, she wished the earth would open it's doors to bury her beneath it.

"Have you been using something new recently?" I asked bluntly, leaning back in my chair with my arms crossed. Her smile flickered. “What do you mean?” “Your scent,” I said, scrunching my nose. “I don’t like it. It’s irritating.” She froze for a fraction of a second, her fingers tightening around the strap of her leather handbag. Then, she quickly smoothed her features into a sweet, doting smile. "Oh, that. I’ve actually been experimenting with a new prototype heat suppressor for the pack's unmated omegas, Fabs.” She said, getting more comfortable in the chair. “It’s something to keep them safe from wandering rogues if they are traveling outside our borders."

Elion said. "How?" "Layers," Elion said. "Insulation. If you wear enough wool... it traps whatever heat you have." "I don't have enough heat to trap." "Then we add heat. Hand warmers. Hot water bottles. We tape them to your chest. Under your shirt." Cale looked at him. "You want to strap heaters to me?" "It's better than being dissected by the government." "It's risky. If a warmer fails... I go cold." "Then we change them every hour. I'll be your pit crew."