Jake Mason Pjo Novels & Stories

Jake grunted as Connor ran to him. Mason tiredly lay on the floor, watching the high cave. He was really weak now. The venom was taking the worst of him. "Jake!!!! No!!" Tessa yelled, crying aloud. She ran past the boundary and the cave began to shake. Huge rocks mightily fell from the high cave. She didn't care. She was on her knees now, begging Jake to stay with her. "No, Please. Don't die. I was just getting to know you!" She cried.

“Unlike you two.” Mason looks at me, rolling his eyes. “I’m not entirely sure he even does people anymore at this point,” he whisper-talks. “Maybe there’s a reason he went into veterinary medicine. All those late-night calls to horse farms…” “Fuck you, man.” Jacob throws a handful of bait at the back of Mason’s head, and I laugh, always enjoying passively egging my younger brothers on like this. But the truth is we’re all so fucking glad to be together again because it doesn’t happen very often. Jacob stayed in Silver Ridge and is the small town’s only vet, and Mason and I left the first chances we got. But this place will always be home for all of us, and we’ve all been looking forward to t

He cursed, as he realized the answer that came out of him. “What the fuck? Ninja? Really?” Mason mocked him, handing him the shot. I giggled so hard, rounding an arm over my belly to contain my laughter. Jake's face flushed, and he threw the shot in his mouth, shaking his head from the effect. “Y'all.. y'all stop laughing, I wasn't ready,” Jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Now you see what it feels like when you just decide to drop a random letter on someone, look at you, Ninja Jake,” I giggled even more and this time, Taylor joined in.

We’d tried to have sex a few times in his dorm room, but it was always fumbling and awkward, ending with him finishing too quickly and me lying there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, wondering if the fluttering, aching emptiness between my legs was all there was. I was a virgin in every way that mattered. My brother, Jake, is five years older than me. His three best friends—Mason, Reece, and Joel—have been a part of my life since I was a gangly twelve-year-old with braces. They were gods to me. Hockey stars. Titans who filled our house with their loud laughter, their sprawling limbs, and a scent that was purely, intensely male. Mason was the captain. Tall, with dark, intense eyes and a w

P. Ms. P was a young teacher probably in her early 20's. She was just out of college and was filling in for our very old and very boring teacher, Mr. Yore. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, a very nice figure, and was always dressed to impress. She didn't only catch the attention of her colleagues but of every boy in the entire school that year. I sat next to a guy I knew named Jake. He was one of those football playing jock types. He didn't seem to be much of a genius at times but due to his needed presence on the field it seemed that he managed to just slide on through most classes.