Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

Kinks: mxm, anal sex, oral sex It was a quiet night on the back roads outside the college town. Jake, a 20-year-old guy studying engineering, was driving home from a late study session. His old beat-up sedan hummed along the empty highway, the radio playing some soft rock. He wasn't speeding, or at least he didn't think so. But suddenly, blue and red lights flashed in his rearview mirror. A police cruiser pulled up behind him, siren whooping once to get his attention.

At the Night Chasers camp, the members were there, wondering what the impromptu call was all about. "Do you have an idea why we were called all of a sudden?" Jake asked. "I'm as clueless as you are," Carla said, as she looked up to see who was asking. She was awestruck and dumbfounded by his sight. Black with a mix of champagne red hair, tall, deep voice with an accent, pointed nose, and he had the second best lips, Lucas's was the first. He was putting on a leather jacket, Carla's major turn on.

After a few seconds, she divered her glance back to his white ceremic cup, which looks tiny in his hands. "What? You want a cup of tea? It's jasmine." "So you really beat them up, huh?" She picked out a piece of popcorn to fiddle with. "But you haven't done anything this year yet, big Jay." Jake said cheerfully. "You still have.... Nine months." "Don't make this a ritual." Rody chuckled. "It's our senior year, you won't wanna fail yourself just to continue a ritual." "Speaking from experience, I see." Her brother replied with a smirk.

***Authors note*** So, Tank is gone for the moment! Ryan wants to make Julia his Old Lady. What do you think he needs to do? Let me know in the comments xoxo

We found a cozy two-seater near the large, translucent window. “Give me a sec,” Jake said, heading to the counter. As I admired the charming view, I spotted a black BMW parked discreetly outside, slightly hidden. “That’s Robert’s car,” I whispered. “What? Robert is here?” Jake asked, glancing over. As though he noticed the car glass was wined up quickly. “There’s no way Robert would leave the office... Anyway, here! I got you this!” Jake handed me a cup. “Wow! Caramel and vanilla—my favorite,” I said, and my mood instantly lifted.

I left my door cracked open and waited in the dark, fan turning lazily overhead, the first distant rumbles of thunder rolling outside. He didn’t knock this time. The door pushed open and Jake stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. He was barefoot, wearing only loose black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Moonlight and the occasional flash of lightning carved shadows across his broad chest and thick arms. In one hand, he carried something that glinted—thin, sturdy chains with soft leather cuffs. My breath caught. “Jake…” “Shh.” He set the candle from last night on the nightstand and lit it, then another. Warm golden light flickered over the bed. “You had all day to think ab

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.

Ryan chuckled as he put a hand on her shoulder. “Now that bus takes hours to get back. Come I drive to a farm buy the café. I’ll give you a lift there at least.” Ryan smiled pointing over to his old beat up gold 1982 Ford Durango. It had the face of a car but after the front seats it looked like the back of a truck. “She’s an old girl but man she knows when to go.” “She?” Rosalie asked confused. “Yeah that’s Betty. Mama use to watch golden girls so when I saw here all I could think of was betty white and named her betty.” Ryan spoke a little embarrassed.

I looked back at him and saw him biting his lip as he ran his hand through his smooth raven hair, “This is weird, but we have some space in our Safari and we’re going to Vegas too.” I noticed his sleek black 1957 Pontiac Safari—my God, a hot guy with a hot car? I also noticed that he said ‘we’. But as I squinted my eyes, I saw a ginger head guy bobbing his head to some 90s jam he was playing. I looked back at Blue-eyes and found him staring back at me with patience. Well, he didn’t look like a serial killer. But who am I to judge a person to know whether he was a serial killer? “Oh, and—” I almost jumped back when he stepped toward me. Almost. “I am Jake,” he extended his hand to me. I stare

The cloth didn’t provide much separation, but with the volkaanes as communal as they were, Leesa supposed she should be happy for even this amount of privacy. “Charming,” Leesa said, smiling so Rave would know she was not bothered by the simplicity of his home. Rave returned her smile. “I knew you’d like it.” The light above Leesa’s hand winked out. It had lasted more than ten seconds though, pleasing Leesa immensely. Rave quickly lit three candles with his finger. Each of the wicks burned blue for a second or two before changing to a normal yellow color. He sloughed Leesa’s backpack off his shoulders and set it down atop the table, then pointed to the hanging blanket on the right.