The Sun Down Motel Novels & Stories

Well, Alpha Marcus did try, but he had no idea who he was messing with. Still to this day, none of Alpha Marcus’ pack know that Tyler and I are part of the Sun Moon pack, which gives us a leg up. Well, it doesn’t really matter now whether we have a leg up or not. We don’t have to worry about Alpha Marcus. He is gone.

Delia: Just at a little motel by the beach – so cute here! Evelyn: Which hotel? V and I planning a trip, looking for recommendations. Delia: Sunrise Starfish. He can probably afford fancier, though! Evelyn smiles and then goes back into the gas station to ask the attendant for directions. A few minutes later, Evelyn and Ian park in the lot of the Sunrise Starfish, a cute little beach motel with a pool out front. “Wowww,” Ian says, smiling at it. “Can I go swimming?!”

--- The motel looked like it belonged in a crime documentary. Chipped paint, flickering neon, a front desk behind bulletproof glass. The kind of place where people didn’t ask questions, and you didn’t leave a real name. He parked the car at the far end of the lot, angled so the front faced the exit. Always ready to run. I stayed in the passenger seat for a beat too long, staring at the cracked sign that read Sunset Inn. The irony stung. There was nothing golden about this place. Just the promise of silence.

Tonight, he sounded like he was drowning. And Ava… Ava was already on her way to him with no hesitation. When the car pulled into the dim, nearly empty parking lot of the Suncrest Motel, Ava’s breath caught. This wasn’t a hotel. This wasn’t a safe anonymous conference lodge. This was a place where secrets went to rot. A neon sign flickered overhead, half the bulbs dead, the rest glowing a sickly pink. The parking lot was uneven and cracked. A vending machine sat outside the lobby, humming like a dying engine.

The journey was spent in business talk between them and a short stay at service station for a washroom break. Joseph parked the car at Xavier's favorite place to just take away the order he had placed while on the way. Marcus and Xavier added a few more items because they knew they wouldn't get even a single bite of the food they ordered for Angie and Caroline. ----- Tabby

Rain pelted down in sheets, blinding me as it streamed over my face. Damn it. Was I going to freeze to death out here before Angelo arrived? I lay sprawled in the mud, gasping for air. I fumbled in my pocket until my fingers closed around the phone. The screen lit up, showing it was midnight. Headlights cut through the curtain of rain. A black armored car stopped in front of me. The door opened, and a pair of polished leather shoes stepped into the waterlogged earth. A tall figure slowly stepped toward me beneath the shelter of a black umbrella. I could only make out his jawline and a pair of tightly pressed lips.

The motel sat off the two-lane highway that bled out of Reading, its red neon sign flickering against a line of trees that looked half-dead in the weak light. The parking lot was cracked, uneven, and stained with oil. A single vending machine hummed beside the front office, its glow the only steady light in the darkening sky around them. The air smelled like exhaust fumes. Somewhere behind the building, a truck idled, masking smaller sounds. Trick and K-9 were hidden in the rooms adjacent to the one he’d rented for the night. It was on the ground floor, next to the corner unit, nearest the back exit that opened onto a service road running behind the motel. One way in, two ways out.

“He checked into the Sunset Motor Lodge.” I snorted. The Sunset was the kind of place people used when they were hiding from warrants, cheating on their spouses, or planning something stupid. The paint was peeling off the siding and half the neon sign hadn’t worked in ten years. “You’re kidding.” “Nope.” Marcus pushed off the wall and came closer when he saw my expression change. “He roll in with a crew?” I asked. “Couple guys came through earlier,” Santos replied. “But right now it’s just him.”

Road Trip – The sun had just dipped below the horizon when they finally pulled into the last motel of the day. Room 27 had one king bed and a tiny bathroom. They didn’t even bother turning on the lights. The second the door locked, clothes were ripped off. All three of them were already hard, cocks leaking, skin sticky from hours of heat and sex in the car. Noah pushed both guys onto the bed and climbed on top of Alex first. He straddled Alex’s hips, lined up, and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion.

“No signal either. We’re properly screwed.” I grabbed the cooler from the back, the half-empty bottle of Casamigos clinking against ice packs. “At least we’ve got this.” A faded sign flickered into view maybe half a mile ahead: MOTEL 6. One bulb burned out in the M. We walked in silence, gravel crunching under our shoes, the night air finally cooling enough to raise goosebumps on my arms. The clerk didn’t even look up from his phone. “One room. Queen. Hundred bucks cash. No refunds.”