Queen Size Race Car Bed Novels & Stories

“You could have warned me!“ Snapped Jamie. “Then, it would not have been as effective then, would it?“ said Fluff simply. “Urgh!” Said Jamie. It was then she took in her surroundings. She was in a huge room that had egg blue wallpaper with birds of different colours. She was in a super king-sized four-poster bed made out of oak. The mattress and pillows were made out of feathers. The sheets were clearly expensive and made of silk. They were a pretty shade of light green, that matched the nightdress she had on. There was also an ornately carved trunk at the bottom of her bed and the room had an equally ornately carved wardrobe. The set was completed with a dressing table and a mirror.

They're a little loose but still an upgrade from the heels I was wearing when I arrived. With another deep breath, I grasp the cool metal doorknob and turn. The bedroom, lit by one small night lamp, is large and Spartan. The Spanish tiled floor has colorful area rugs spread around. A simple white bedspread covers the four-poster bed. Mosquito netting tied to the posts gives the room an almost feminine quality. I squint into the shadows and notice King sitting at a small table in the corner. He's watching me so intensely goose bumps break out along my skin.

She was out before we knew it. “I didn’t think she would be able to handle both of us, but she did fucking fantastic.” I commented. “She was fucking made for us.” Alexi said. We laid there for a second with her between us. I was still trying to catch my breath. I felt her shift between us as we got comfortable. Alexi and I had a bed specially made for the three of us. It’s called an Alaskan King and is nine feet by nine feet. Alexi and I are not little guys. We are both 6’6” and broad. We knew we would need space, and this was suggested to us by Nick and Rich.

It had everything; a spoiler headboard, wheel accents, and headlights. “Okay, Kiyah. That’s enough. We don’t jump in beds,” Kierra reprimanded. Kiyah hummed affirmatively, jumped off the bed, landed into a crouched pose akin to a superhero, and zoomed to the racecar track in the corner. She made exaggerated car noises, vibrating her lips as she raced a car around the track. Kierra caught my attention and nodded in the direction of the hallway. “Kiyah, I’m gonna talk to Mr. Jonathan. Holler if you need me, okay?”

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

She had never gone on a rampage for something so unimportant in all of existence, but here she was. "Why? Scared you'll find yourself tangled between my sheets again?" Her stomach flipped; she thought she could avoid this conversation and everything that had to do with it, but with Rune, she was wishing for too much. She glared at his back as he walked past her to the bed, the hostility giving way so the asshole could troop in. "Well, technically, you were under MY sheets." He laid his back on the bed, crossing his legs, and with his arms under his head, he snarked, "So you did remember. Way to go, princess."

He thought of everything. There’s a state-of-the-art gym, and two living rooms down here. Upstairs is a huge master bedroom with window seats that look out over the backyard. The king-sized bed is already made and so comfy, I want to jump on it. The furniture is tastefully done, and honestly, I couldn’t have chosen better myself. It screams luxury and comfort.

It's time to look around the room for other options. The queen-sized bed has four posts that reach the ceiling, a canopy draping off like the hem of a gown. No doubt in my mind; that burgundy blanket and the pillows that match it is expensive silk. It's the kind of place I'd dream about lounging in. But right now, I rush to the shelves, frantically searching for something sharp.

Flopping down on the bed, I’d ordered an Alaskan King, the largest bed possible. A whole 108” by 108” of memory foam that boasted the best cooling air flow to cool even the hottest werewolf down. Or so the representative I spoke to advised. It was nice, softer than anything I’d slept on in my entire life. Luxurious couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt in this room. It was like a dream. A dream that if I woke up from, I’m not sure I could take the pain of it all.

Also double doors, identical with the markings of a moon the almost the same way the other is. Daciana pushed it open and I held my breath when she wheeled me inside. I looked around the brightly painted room, the queen sized bed that was in the middle was fit for a queen. It was made of dark wood and had that kind of canopy, all the edges had wolf engravings.