Dallas Winston Jacket Novels & Stories

he said, "oh, and I hope you feel better!" I gave him a wave, hopefully facing the right direction, and when the doors closed, I finally peeled off my blindfold. Dakota was, as usual, seated at his desk. However, today he had on a button up shirt that was short sleeve instead of his usual long sleeve, and his jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. This was a rare look for him, but I had to admit he looked so damn good. His tanned arms were stretched onto his desk, and I saw the muscles in his biceps twitching as he typed furiously into his laptop.

I hope. Dallas shrugged. “OK, whatever you say. If that’s the end, that’s the end. So, what are you up to today?” “I have the morning off, then I go to work. You?” Dallas sighed. “I have that guy from Atlanta coming into town tonight, and he wants to go out clubbing.” “On a Wednesday?” “I know, right? But he needs protection, so it’ll probably be an all-nighter at bars and strip clubs, watching his back.”

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

“Harrison.” “Wade Harrison.” She pulled her hand free and smiled broadly. “You’ll have to pardon me for saying so, but you don’t exactly look like you need a job.” Wade glanced down at his clothes. He hadn’t wanted to stand out, so he’d worn his faded jeans and running shoes, but he hadn’t wanted to look sloppy, either, so he’d topped them with a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. “I have a T-shirt with a hole in it,” he offered, “but…” Think Texas. “I use it to wash my truck. And clean my gun.”

It will show him more powerful. It was a beautiful dress. The upper black portion will hug the torso tight and then run lose down her waist as a red skirt. Since the dress was strapless and rather had low cut back, Lola added a red jacket to not only hide the skin but also proof of that horrible accident. The sleeves of that simple yet expensive jacket ended down the elbows.

I didn't have the time to come here nor any reason to visit. The door of the house opens and Winston Wright comes out wearing a simple gray polo shirt, khaki slacks and brown shoes. I looked down at what I was wearing. It seems I'm a bit overdressed for this party. I take off my suit jacket and tie and gave it to my Beta, Marcus, who was standing behind me.

Look for the boring car. My heart did a front flip. I grabbed my leather jacket and headed down. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, a sleek, black SUV was idling at the curb. The door opened before I even reached it, and Jaxson stepped out. He had traded his usual jersey wears for a pair of dark chinos and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that looked like they were carved from granite. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it in anticipation.

He also has his knif strapped to his back. Win is resplendent in his usual dazzling get-up. He has put on a blood-red, knee-length jacket with a high collar over a see-through white shirt that he has only buttoned halfway. It is fashionably tucked into a pair of tailored black pants that look like they have been painted onto his long, toned legs. He's wearing his assortment of accessories; the silver ear cuff, several chains of varying lengths, a few bracelets and his rings. His artfully applied make-up and the styled hair complement and complete the ensemble, presenting him in a gorgeous, heart-stopping image.

How he wishes to change the hands of time and make her his, without deceit. "Is someone at the door?" Maddox asked, coming out with Jaxon. Drexton nodded without looking at them. Maddox opened the door and met no one, just a box on the floor. He carried the box and kicked the door closed. "Who's it from?" Jaxon asked. Maddox looked around the box, but saw nothing. Regardless, Maddox opened the box. "A dress and a jacket..." He trailed. Drexton looked at the dress. Instantly, he recognized it as the dress he had bought for her during their Sicily trip, and the jacket he gave her on his birthday.

Transformed and ready to take on the toughest challenge to date he stepped outside, just as Chase rounded the corner. Dillon noticed him first. Chase's often worn red-plaid lightweight jacket, unbuttoned, blew in the breeze, and his familiar boots from years of working with horses were as scuffed as ever. He was tall and muscular, an equal adversary, and he wasn't smiling. Once he eyed Dillon, his frown deepened as he stopped in his tracks. Neither said a word as they each stared long and hard at the other.