Sloppy Seconds The Tucker Max Leftovers Novels & Stories

They paid up and took their cake away with them. Damn! That's one large penis edible enough to eat. Alex looked at me and told me to have the cupcake to go. I decided to let him have it. I think I've had enough fun for one whole afternoon. We reached his car, as I finished off on my last cupcake. "We're stopping for a real lunch before we get back to the cottage okay Addie?" He looked at me, while his hands were on my thigh. "Okay Alex. After that penis cake, I'm giving you a win here." I laughed wholeheartedly.

I walked toward the trash can, my steps unsteady. Out of habit, I checked to see if my roommates had thrown away any leftover or expired food I could salvage. I had spent most of the semester surviving this way. Just as I started digging through the trash, someone pushed the door open. "Ugh, Elena, why are you going through the garbage again? That's disgusting." My roommate Danielle Lynch's voice made my face burn with shame. I jerked my hand back from the trash can like it had burned me. She glanced at the scratch card on my desk and immediately understood. Undisguised contempt filled her eyes.

No one would know. This was my last day as a bachelorette. “I think I’ve changed my mind...” I replied, almost hoarse. If I thought his gaze was his most dangerous weapon, I was wrong. When he smirked, all my sanity vanished. He moved away from me for a moment and took a sip of wine. He looked so sexy as he wiped the excess wine from his lips with the back of his hand. He ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white polo shirt.

A few minutes later saw us both sitting on the couch, nursing a glass of scotch that he had gotten from the fridge with a curse that Slade would kill him for touching his drinks. It was quiet and I was oddly aware of Braxton that was sitting right next to me, his knee almost brushing against mine. “This is awkward” I took a sip of my drink. He took a sip of his drink too, leaning back against the couch. “You remember,” he started, voice quieter now, “how we used to sneak out to the rooftop of your old place just to complain about everyone?” A small smile tugged at my lips at the memory. “You mean when you used to steal your dad’s whiskey and pretend to be my therapist?”

There wasn’t time for more. "Boots, Sierra." Marcus tossed a pair at my feet. "We leave in sixty seconds." Five minutes later, we were tearing down the old tunnels in total darkness—damp, echoing, stinking of mold and salt. The bikes’ electric motors whined against the stone walls, our headlights carving little cones through the fog. I stuck close behind Marcus. Every bump sent another jolt through my bruised heel, but I kept the throttle pinned. Beep. The datapad on my handlebars lit up yellow.

I know she doesn’t know how to drink, or to party actually, and by me saying she can’t take the heat made her want to show me she can. They order another tray and Tommy joins this time. He’s moving closer and closer to her with his barstool. “What? do you like the nurse?” Vicky asked, grabbing me to kiss her. Emily looked over her shoulder, and I pulled back from Vicky. I don’t know why, but she looked relieved when I pulled back, so I decided to pull Vicky back and kissed her. We all sit around the table having drinks-making shit conversations. Tommy and the nursing student whose name I don’t even want to know can’t keep their eyes off Emily.

he chirped and was answered by grunting from Rowan and subtle chuckling from Rocco. Vic looked down at her plate and like he read her mind Max’s voice floated across the island, “its smoked pork ribs and mushroom ravioli in a parm sauce and some fried green tomatoes on the side, Rowan believes in stacking the calorie deck before we.” Max was unable to finish his sentence as Rowan slammed his fists down on the table, “no work, eat,” he growled around the obscene mouthful he was currently working around with his teeth. Vic rolled her eyes and picked up her fork, stabbing some of the steaming sauce covered pasta on her plate, “does his vocabulary normally decline like that at night, or is the f

Try harder next time. My knees gave up. Almost hit the floor crying with relief. "Thank you! Thank you for the review!" I bowed out like a maniac, stumbling backward and tripping my way out the office—because yeah, survival literally depended on it. Collapsed on my dented scooter, still panting, when the devil chimed back in. [NEW ORDER: One extra spicy, double garlic topping Tripas Tacos to Crimson Keep. ETA: 44 minutes.] I stared at the screen angrily and cursed it.

He jumped up and started walking toward the door. “Clothes?” Tara said. Max snapped his fingers like he just remembered he was naked and went to get his pants. “I want to watch this again some time,” Claire said as Max dressed. Lila felt his cum start to run out of her raised pussy. Tara took hold of Lila and spread her open. Tara said, “Not unless you clean up this mess.” “What?” Claire said. “Time to finish your salad,” Tara said.

Alpha Elmwood threatened to kill Eddie and abandon her. It was after lunch and Tara hid in her room, eating little of the food she’d scavenged from the supermarket’s dumpster. It was canned food and a carton of orange juice all about to expire in two days. Here it wouldn’t last that long. She didn’t care about expiry dates beyond it was free.