Hot Mixed Guys Novels & Stories

"Damn, did you see that crew? Absolute stunners! I thought they were movie stars for a second!" “Forget celebrities, those five are like characters out of a high-budget video game. I could stare at them all night!" “They are way too attractive. I'd swap five years of my life just to have a shot with one of them!" Speculation swirled. "Three guys and two girls. Think any of them are single? If they weren't hiding in a private room, I'd walk right over and ask for a number!" The debate ended as reality sank in. “Give it up. Folks like that don't mix with us mortals. Just focus on your pizza."

But I guess plans don't mean much when you're tackled into a truck with sweet talk by lunatics. Off to the side, Tess, Monica, and Jane were already knee-deep in one of their favorite debates: who was the hottest guy on base. "Don't lie, Jane. You know who it is," Tess said, arms crossed. "You just won't admit it because you're used to him. You're close to him through Trevor and Greg." "I don't think he's—" Jane started. "Don't mind her, girl. She's living in denial," Sophia interrupted. "Everybody knows the hottest guy on base is Liam freaking Evans," Monica declared, throwing her hands in the air like she was announcing the arrival of a king. "That man is a walking Greek god."

I snark. I know that I have struck a chord when none of them says anything. It is true. None of us has an issue with our men appreciating a sexy woman and none of us women have any issues appreciating a hot guy but we also know that we can look but not touch. Besides even the hottest guy I have seen doesn’t even come close to Brayden. I look over when I hear Delanie giggle only to see Myles and Luke shoving each other. I am not surprised when they both tumble into the pool. The girls start laughing when all the guys get dropped into the pool courtesy of me.

When he sees what I was staring at, he laughs. "Never seen two dudes make out before?" He asks, voice curious. I shake my head, eyes darting back to the daring couple. Either no one else around them notices, or everyone doesn't care. "Sure, sober, some of these fuck holes are wound up tight." He snorts, then he raises a red solo cup and smirks. "But get a little liquid courage in them, and they turn into horny rabbits." I squeak, eyes widening when the bigger guy slips his hand into the back of the other guys jeans.

Here I am in my high-waisted swim bottoms with a flowy top that covers my body and I’m getting more attention from five smoking hot guys with their muscles and tattoos on show than any woman along the strip of private beaches. Lachlan, Arson, and Ransom are covered from neck to toe in tattoos. Ransom’s are black and gray where Lachlan is covered in color and Arson and Jase are between them with a mix of both. Jase only has tattoos on his upper body covered and Weston has just as few as I do. All the guys have C.H.A.O.S. and K.I.N.G.S. written across their knuckles. A valley ball rolls toward us. Five brazen girls jog over to us in their bikinis. “Hi. Sorry, we didn’t mean for the ball to fly

I looked up at them—two gorgeous, funny, ridiculously hot guys who’d just made me come harder than I ever had alone. “Yes,” I said. “Fuck me.”

Justine turned to face me head on. “Sure, Justine anything.” “Those guys, the three you went outside with, are any of them single? Because they’re HOT.” It took about half a second for me to feel this surge of anger well up in the pit of my stomach, my hands started getting all sweaty, and my teeth started to clench. I took a deep breath and responded calmly to Justine. “Technically, all three of them are single.” “Good to know. I hope I see them around again. Talk about smoking hot, if you’re into tall, dark, built, and gorgeous. Those eyes. WOW, I’ve never seen eyes like theirs.”

“Well… well, does it matter? I feel better having her suffer right here.” Pausing for a brief moment, Kim began “you need an heir, she can't give that to you.” Then pulling herself closely to his chest, perhaps the touch of her titties on his chest will make him reconsider this time. “why don’t you try that with me. I am young too.” Her alluring voice came to play as she intentionally pressed and brushed her hooters onto his chest. He smiled. “hmmm”. His cunny smile continued “hmm...”. Then his eyes narrowed while gazing at her calmly “hmm... you don’t understand what you ask for”.

I muttered to myself, drinking from my cup. "Which of the bastards?" A lady walked towards me. "Hey" I smirked, checking her out. Her big boobs, perfect curves and huge butt. 'Damn, doggy style would be perfect' I thought. 'No, I already risked the relationship between my wife and I, I can't do it again' "A friend of mine" I replied. "Ouch, that sucks" she pouted, taking the vacant seat beside me. "So, how many bastards are on Earth?" I said, trying to start a conversation.

I kept my head down, my cheeks burning, my stomach twisting and churning. A big guy stepped right into our path. He was gym-built, with shoulders that screamed ‘I play Rugby!” “What do you say to a night out with me and my brothers?” he asked, loud enough for the whole hallway to hear. “We love sharing. And we love girls with real spice.” I cursed under my breath. “You lots are bastards,” I said, my voice shaking but loud. I shoved past him, letting Cassie duck under his arm with me. He laughed, calling after us. “We just want to know what that ass feels like, stepsister! Chase Hunter can’t have you all to himself!”