Jack Brewer Kickin It Novels & Stories

Beta and Second included. “They’re getting desperate now,” said Blake as he sipped his whiskey. He offered one to Jax, but he declined. He didn’t drink hard liquor, never had. He’s a Cola kind of man. He likes to keep his wits about him in case he ever needed to protect himself or others. He liked to always be on the ready. Another thing that made him an excellent Second. Blake knew that he could always count on Jax to have his back as well as the well-being of the rest of the pack.

His hands on Eleanor kept whispering something into my ears. Jax laughed out loud; the hall became noisier. “You think I'm scared of a pathetic biker like you?” He walked to the chair close by and sat comfortably on it. His legs crossed. “Levrae is one of your quick and dirty games, not me!” He chuckled, then stood up and grabbed Kieran’s shirt. “Listen carefully, I'm the king of games.” “Shut the fuck up…!” Kieran yelled and shoved him away, his eyes flashing in anger.

Me: kk. I left my phone on the couch and went upstairs too change, I put on my favorite comfy, grey sweatpants then a plain black long-sleeve body suit with black crocs to match. I pulled my hair back into a sock bun as I walked to my brother's room. I knocked on the door, "Hey, can you give me a ride?" "Ask Blake." he yelled back. "If I wanted to, I would've." I grumbled. I got no response and pressed my ear against the door, I heard the tapping of the keyboard on his phone, "Can you just take me? It's not even that far."

“This will hit differently.” He uncorked it and poured a bit into my glass. I coughed after the first gulp; the fiery liquor went down harshly, burning my throat and setting my chest on fire. “What is this shit?” “Emberston Whiskey,” Benji grinned proudly. “Mad shit. My very own concoction.” “Get off this stuff.” I angled my head at him. “Let tonight be the last night you drink this.” Benji sighed, and his temperament shifted into sadness. “Jakub left with Mercedes and an Alpha. If I have to think too hard about what they might be doing, I might kill somebody.” He held the glass a little higher, stirring it a bit. “This helps, Alpha.”

For now, I keep it to myself and finish my beer. I return to the kitchen to remove the plastic then organize the paper plates, utensils, and cups at the end of the island. Noting I’m alone in the kitchen, I use the step ladder to access the small doors above the refrigerator. I gulp two long pulls from a new bottle of Jim Beam. I sigh as the burn slowly slides down to my belly. “Easy there,” Jackson chides, startling me on my perch. The step ladder shakes as I fight to regain my balance. Sure in my footing, I raise spirit fingers into the air, chanting, “Go, Tigers!”

Unexpected Truth Bryson POV I return to our booth balancing two plates of pancakes and bacon. Julian is still staring across the diner with an expression I've never seen before, pure excitement mixed with nervousness. "You look like you're about to pass out," I say, setting the food down. "That's Elijah Ward," Julian says again, like he still can't believe it. "I know. You already told me." I slide into the booth across from him. "Captain of your favorite team, right?"

"You guys want a drink?" "Naw … I'm trying out for the soccer team on Saturday. They do drug testing." Marcus held up his hands, shaking his head. "Alcohol isn't a drug." Jake laughed and looked to Bethany, who almost corrected him but decided against it. "Beth?" "Yeah, I'll take a beer and a shot please." "Getting the party started, I see." Jake laughed and walked off, Bethany's gaze following him. Nothing about his physique turned her on, his lithe figure the opposite of her desires.

His hair is combed and not in the sweat-stained backward hat he was wearing before. “Hello,” I smiled politely back at him. “Grocery shopping?” he asks, looking into my empty basket clutched in my hands. “I’m going to a BBQ. I was trying to figure out what to bring.” I looked around the store nervously. Some people stopped to stare, whispering to one another like I was in some big scandal talking to this man. “You going to the Brewers’? If it’s them, Rick is probably cooking tri-tip. Nothing fancy. Just grab some chips or drinks. Dre likes Coors Light and Britt likes Pepsi.”

he scuffed. Jack looked in the fridge at the six pack of Miller sitting there. He shut the ice box in hurry. "Screw it i'm going out" Jack hadn't been in a public setting in some time so a local bar wasn't happening. Searching his phone he found a gentlemens club an hour away. 'Thats the place. Women, beer and no familiar faces asking where I have been all this time' he thought.

After the day I have had, I feel like I need something stronger than juice. Taylor smiles at me. "Of course. What's your poison?" "Um, I am not a big wine drinker. Do you have any vodka?" "I know just the thing." Taylor dives into the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, ginger ale and some cloudy apple juice. He grabs some ice and a cocktail shaker and starts pouring the various ingredients. He pulls a funny face while shaking the cocktail, pretending to be Tom Cruise, and then with a flourish pours the drink into a tall glass in front of me. I take a small sip, unsure of what I am letting myself in for.