Dallas Winston Jacket Novels & Stories

Jax moves aside, continues his own search. Just when I’m about to give up and leave the damn store, Jax pipes up again. “How about this one?” I turn to see him holding up a black leather moto jacket with a silver zipper. It’s fucking perfect. My lips spread into a grin. “That’s the one.” Jax takes a closer look at the jacket inside the collar. “Medium should be good, right?” I have no fucking idea. I just stare at him blankly. He chuckles, thrusting the jacket in my direction. “Should be fine.”