One Last Stop Spicy Novels & Stories

The year Chelsea Shelton, a Hawthorne Bay heiress, hated me more than ever, she brought home one guy after another. And after she was done with them, she made me pay them off. I'd cursed, fought, even landed in the hospital after throwing hands with escorts. Eventually, I stopped caring and signed one million-dollar check after another. All so she'd keep paying Dad's medical bills. Then Dad went into cardiac arrest again. He was critical. Hands shaking, I called Chelsea. She told the hospital to kick him out of the ICU. "Rowyn Reynaud, that's not how you beg. I don't like it." I tore home through the rain and begged her to let him stay. She made me stand outside all night and liste

Tess wiped down the scarred oak bar with a rag that had seen better days, the jukebox humming low with some old Johnny Cash song. The Last Stop sat right where the county road met the state highway—half bar, half truck stop, all dust and neon. Neon beer signs buzzed in the windows, and the parking lot was half-full with pickups, big rigs, and a couple of beat-up motorcycles. Friday night meant the usual crowd: locals blowing off steam, truckers passing through, and the occasional drifter looking for trouble or a cold one.

The wave breaks me. I let go of everything. My seed spurts into her, warm, pulsed, an intimate, definitive mark. I thrust one last time, to the breaking point, and I remain there, pierced, emptied, muscles tetanized, while the final wave of my own annihilation sweeps over me. A roar escapes my throat, hoarse, primitive, the sound of accomplished possession. Time stops. We remain frozen, welded to one another, panting, soaked in sweat and other fluids. The smell of sex, of warm leather, of salty skin, is overwhelming. My head falls back onto her shoulder. Her heart beats against mine, a frantic drum seeming to want to escape its cage.

"I'm just messing with you and shopping on an unlimited credit card is a little hard on a journalist's salary." Great, now Diana felt awkward and two feet tall. "Right." Was all she said. Thankfully Sebastian wasn't going to let the awkward tension loom over them for long. "Tell you what, you finish up here and we can go get lunch." "Okay, that sounds great." Fortunately for that less than pleasant sales assistant Diana actually liked Sebastian enough to go to lunch with him and cut off her shopping and put a stop to the humiliation she was inflicting on her. Sebastian took her to a nearby restaurant where he ordered pasta and she had a salad.

That night, Sinead opened the ticketing app and searched for a direct flight from the city of Lunacoast to the city of Aragon, a major city in the country of Espada. As soon as she was done purchasing the ticket, Nelson walked in with Irene. "Sinead, I've got good news. Irene has agreed to be with me. You're the first person I'm telling. I'm a pretty good friend, right?" Looking at their tightly clasped hands, Sinead nodded, her tone calm. "Congratulations."

" Get the fuck out before I decide to kill you, Nolan said. Emily turned to me, and I kissed her lips. Sorry, love, we have to go to work. She made a face, and I felt bad that we exhausted her last night. Emily was kissing my chest, and I was ready to take her again. Get up, Liam, or Betty will find out she is different. We need to keep it on the low. Jordan walked in. What the fuck, man, knock. Something is happening: a caravan has arrived. They’re armed to the teeth.

Everyone stared at Mom with confused expressions. Suddenly, the current triggered on its own. Mom screamed as electricity coursed through her body, making her convulse uncontrollably. Mom looked at the phone in shock. She knew that purple devil signal better than anyone, but it had always been mine. How could a scientist of her caliber be lying? Her confident smile froze. With a sharp gasp of pain, she ripped the chip off. "This is impossible! I am Jessie and Ryan's mother. What's going on? The chip must be malfunctioning," she said, trying to reconnect it with firm resolve.

She drank it in one gulp but that didn't make the spiciness reduce. “ What's... what's the f..fastest way to stop this hotness?” she asked as she kept pulling her tongue out to cool it off, she likes spicy food but this was way too spicy, maybe they made a mistake and added too many pepper. Alex chuckled once more as he said “ I have a solution and I think it'll be better, it's permanent and you wouldn't feel any spiciness”. Irene just looked at him with so much unseriousness. What plan can be better than drinking an ice cold water but before she could react Alex had leaned closer— his hand finding her waist as their lips met — slow at first, like a question waiting to be answered. Her lips

"I'll get dinner ready. You two go have fun." For a second, Samson actually looked guilty. Then, as if he suddenly remembered, he said, "I'll take you to buy a new watch on my next day off, Jessica." Three hours before my flight, I finished cooking a big dinner, drew the last sunflower on the marriage application, and placed it neatly where I usually sit. Mr. Hall drove me to the airport himself. Right before boarding, he gave me that familiar stern look. "Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad."

I was about to question him further, but he mumbled something incoherent and hung up before I could get another word in. After choosing the wedding dresses, I got in the car and headed home. I assumed Micah wouldn't come back tonight. But just before dinner, I saw him walk through the door. He strode over with a takeout box in hand. "I drove all over the city to get this for you. Late-night bites from Stardust Diner." I looked down at the ravioli inside. There were three fewer than usual, and one of them had an obvious bite mark. It had already been tasted.