Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

“Yeah?” “Yeah.” Ryan’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. “No strings. Just… roommates helping each other out. We both need to get off. Deal?” Jake’s heart slammed against his ribs. He’d jerked off thinking about Ryan’s ass in those shorts, the cut of his hips, the low groans he made when he thought Jake was asleep. “Deal,” he rasped. “Get over here.”

Ryan Spoke in a TV show voice. We found him stood by a black 1967 Impala “Hell yes” I screamed as I ran over and climbed onto the back seat. “We have to start using this to go to the office” “Girl has taste” Lance chuckled as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “With this car if we fill the boot we can add more to the back seat” “I thought we were just buying me a suit” Ryan looked at Lance. “Please Jack just gave Charlotte his card. We are going shopping”

JAKE POV The hum of the V16 engine of my sleek SUV filled the air as Ryan maneuvered through the winding road that cut through howling hills. Damien, my beta, sat beside me, scrolling through his iPad with his typical intensity. “Do you think life has a way of playing tricks on us?” I asked in a half-joking manner peering out the window and adjusting my collar. “You mean like having us drive out here for a meeting that could have been sorted out over a ten-minute phone call?” Damien, my beta, responded with a smirk on his face, his face laced with irritation as he scrolled through his iPad, sorting out the business proposal for the meeting.

Ryan lowered himself into the desk, facing him directly. “You’ve been sitting here all day?” Ryan asked casually as he reached for the pack of cigarettes on the table. His voice broke the silence, though Ryder didn’t answer. Ryan took one cigarette out, placed it between his lips, and pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket. The small flame flickered briefly before he lit it. He inhaled once, then leaned back on the chair, letting the smoke leave his mouth slowly. “Did you finish him up?” Ryder asked finally, his voice low and calm.

“If Jake needs you there at six, you be there at six. I don’t care if you hate it.” We stopped in front of the gym. The parking lot was almost empty. The sky was still pale. Ryan leaned over and opened my door. “Go. And don’t come home looking shy. Come home looking like you worked.” “Okay.” He didn’t kiss my cheek. He didn’t wait. He just drove off, satisfied, like he had delivered a package. Jake was already at the side door. Black shirt. Dark shorts. Phone in one hand. He looked at the street where Ryan’s car had disappeared, then at me, and his expression didn’t change.

Ryan mentioned for Hendrix to blow. I pushed up my phone and took a video. Hendrix stared at Ryan and mentioned to the cake. Together they leaned over and began blowing out the candles. The tears were streaming down my face by then, so happy, laughing as they cleared out the candles then stepped back. I just knew they had not experienced many of these. Ryan had stated that he never celebrated or acknowledged his birthday.

Ryan cheered as he showed me the giant hard candy formed into the shape of a femur so large it was meant to be chewed on for an hour or more. I laugh at the silly candies, ever the favorite of werewolf pups. Ryan smiles at me, “I’m just glad you’re relaxing and having a little fun.” As he says it, I realize I am having fun. My shoulders soften even further as I slide into the passenger seat, letting Ryan get behind the wheel of the car. “Thanks for the laugh… I needed that…” I say, gazing out the window watching the trees fly past as we continue on our journey home, back to Pack BloodyMoon.

Reynaldi exclaimed, leaning against his new Honda Civic. Ryan, who’d been in Emmy’s morning class, cursed angrily and decided to secretly follow where the lecturer’s car was taking Emmy home. He wanted to make a move by picking her up tomorrow morning to go to ITB together.

It was beyond expectations. ***END OF FLASHBACK*** Finally today, I was going to be announced as his mate and Luna of Nightshade Pack. Our car came to a halt in front of the palace of Nightshade. Elena and I came down and then started making our way inside. We were side by side when we heard loud cheering coming from the crowd; a waiter passed by with drinks when Sheila stopped her and asked, "What's happening?" "Alpha Caleb marked Lady Layla as his mate," the waitress replied.

We stayed buried inside him, panting, cocks pulsing with aftershocks, when the front door suddenly clicked open. Footsteps in the hallway. “Yo, anyone home? Kyle? I saw your car—” Shit. It was Ryan—Kyle’s best friend since high school. Tall, built like a linebacker, messy brown hair, always hanging around the house. He’d walked in on us before, but never like this. Ryan stepped into the kitchen and froze. Jake was still bent over the island, naked, ass up, my cock still half-hard and buried inside him, Kyle’s dick softening in his cum-smeared mouth. Cum dripped visibly from Jake’s wrecked hole down his thighs. The whole kitchen reeked of sex.