Short Hot Novels & Stories

not like this. To Be Continued...

Not this way. The pain is not permanent, but tonight, it’s killing me.

_Fucking hot bastard! -----

The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead.

And tonight I intend to receive it. I make my way into the bathroom and switch the shower on. I hear his smart shoes click across the kitchen marble, before he shouts, "baby? You home?" I'm not sure if it's because I haven't released any sexual tension for five days, but I'm extra sensitive to the deep grumble of his voice. It sends rhythms of excitement straight to my core, and I sigh as the hot water trickles down my back at the same time.

Dakota replied, "I am too! I think that we are going to have some fun tonight!" Dakota noticed that Shaina was wearing a short jean skirt with a t-shirt that had the word, 'Hottie' spelled out in different coloured sequins. It was also obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Shaina's nipples were about to cut through the thin t-shirt material. Dakota commented on her attire, saying, "Wow! You do look like a hottie!"

Why is he being so caring? “What is it?” I ask as I wrinkle my nose. The smell is awful. I poke it and it wobbles, the contents jiggling inside it, but it’s hot. “It’s a hot water bottle, or hottie for short.” I’m fascinated by this hottie, so I poke it again and it moves. Wow!

Way too soon. *****************************************