Aj Benson Novels & Stories

Dark blonde hair somehow looking tousled and messy yet perfectly placed. As Theo steps aside, Jax comes fully into view. He’s dressed in a simple black t-shirt, the fabric straining against his thick biceps and broad chest. It does little to disguise his impressive physique underneath- the dips and curves of firm, hard-earned muscle. His jeans sit low on his hips, a perfect fit. As I drag my gaze back up to his face, I see that he’s checking me out, too, raking his eyes over my body. They pause and linger on my bare legs- I’m in a loose, long-sleeved navy cotton dress, and while it’s not the cutest thing I own it’s comfortable as hell. From Jax’s hungry gaze, he seems to approve.

Bernard's respectful voice echoed as he got out of the chair where he'd been guarding the door to my mother's cell. He moved to toss the half-smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth, but I stopped him. "Relax. You got another one?" I asked, leaning against the wall across from him. He held out the pack, and I slipped out one of the menthols. Not my favorite, but it'd do. Nothing hit like a few good drags after incredible sex and right before a deeply uncomfortable conversation with your mother. I leaned in when he lit it for me and took a long pull.

It's to meet up with an old time frenemy. Bill Benson. The Benson's First son.