Dallas Winston Jacket Novels & Stories

Williamson had left Goldman’s to go back to the station. Dalton had waited for Goldman to freshen up, change clothes, and grab a gift he had for Patty. Once Goldman was ready, he and Dalton went to the station. Dalton wore a short sleeve black shirt with a collar; it had Triton Bail Bonds inscribed in gold on the pocket. Dalton also sported black jeans and black boots. Goldman had changed into a pair of dark blue Levi’s and a black long sleeved button down shirt. They looked like enforcers ready to take care of business like they used to in the old days when they had been deputies together.

More… his. He needed to get out. Breathe air that didn’t smell only of Adrian. Feel the world outside and prove to himself that he was still Ethan Dallas — not just the marked Omega of a powerful Alpha. He took a quick shower, put on dark jeans, a simple black t-shirt, and a gray hooded sweatshirt (clothes Adrian had ordered for him the week before). He put on sunglasses to hide the dark circles and the mark (even though it was covered by the high collar).

“You and Waylon are both friends. I only want you to know more about him.” ‘Friends…’ Cameron lowered her gaze. ‘Why does it feel so strange coming from Daisie?’ She then remembered something and put down the cup. “Wayne’s clothes are all custom-made by the same brand, aren’t they?” Daisie nodded. “Great, can you help me contact the tailor and order a shirt for him? I’ll pay for it.” Daisie was stunned for a moment, and her eyes lit up. “Cameron, do you want to give Waylon a new shirt as a gift?”

This requires finding the specific one, the bear, and Daxton holds it up in the supermarket aisle with the vindication of a man who has been wronged and is now made whole. He puts four in the trolley. I remove two. He puts them back. I look at Dante. Dante is reading the label on a box of something with the focused attention of a person who is absolutely not getting involved. “Helpful,” I tell him. “Mm,” he says. We get Daxton new pyjamas because the ones from last night are still technically crime-scene-adjacent and I’m not examining that. He selects a pair with wolves on them, holds them up, and looks at Dante.

CAMILLA RENÉE. THURSDAY. This is pungent. The setting. The outfits. Even the words used are hot. I'm not speaking completely about Dylan—sure he's standing out with that suit. Not the kind on Saturday—but an actual black suit vest, the hand-less jacket has come off his torso and hanging over a chair. He's not wearing a T-shirt, but a full-sleeved shirt. Tight. Sexy. So good. I can peak at the frames of his chest.

Ten o'clock on the dot. Before he left confident he didn't forget anything of importance, he grabbed his leather bike jacket. It was one of his favourite possessions, just as Dillon's jacket was one of his most valued items. Tony's jacket had been with him for a long time and was a gift from Ethan on his sixteenth birthday. He had worked his ass off for months to save up enough money to surprise him with it. It wasn't cheap, since it was genuine cowhide leather with a sheepskin collar. Ethan said the age of sixteen was a special milestone and he deserved something special. Through the years, Tony had always made sure to condition and weatherproof it diligently. All his efforts paid off and h

After a brief conversation, James was invited to stay in the courtyard. Then, James waited patiently. Soon, five days passed, and James’ outfit was done. This was a black jacket made of quartz steel. Looking at the jacket, a bright smile crept up on James’ face as he wore the clothing. “Thank you, Waylon.” He did not linger for long. After wearing the black jacket made of quartz steel, he said goodbye to Waylon and hurriedly left. After he left, Waylon breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily the suites at the hotel were easy to get, without even using my last name and soon I have all four rooms booked, as well as all the services we will need for the time of stay, even though I am sure that one will not be used since Liz will probably stay with Bryan. I see that the girls are still trying on clothes and boots as well as some hats and jewelry that I have available for these events, but there is no way to carry the hats in the bag, easier to buy there, Dallas has great options. I realize that I need to pack my suitcase as well and for that reason I go to the closet to choose the clothes I will wear tomorrow, in addition to the brown boot, I choose black riding pants, a 3⁄4

Tonight, Dallas would decide if Jimmy was worth the risk. He walked in, black suit pressed and a swagger in his step. He wore the gold family ring, along with about nine others, and flaunted extra diamonds where he could. A Rolex weighed down his wrist; the gold chain on his neck was overkill. He wanted to make a statement, but the one he really made walked in behind him. I sucked in a quick breath. Winona. She had always been a little thing, probably only five-five and skinny enough to pick up without any struggle. She had curves, but they were young ones. She was green. So was I. I realized my twenty-one years seemed unripe to most, but I’d seen the world.