Jake Ryan 16 Candles Car Novels & Stories

I approach and he opens the door for me. "I felt like driving tonight." "Show-off." I roll my eyes and see him smile before he gets in. He walks around the car and gets in. During the trip, I get lost staring out the window at the beautiful city lights. I feel Ryan's gaze on me, but he remains silent. We leave the city and enter a path with many curves and trees. After a while, I see a large lake. As we get closer, I can see a mansion in front of it. We pass through a gate, and there are security guards on the property and numerous cars parked in front of the house.

“You are dating Jack Sloan?” Ryan blushes and nods. “Top ranked Warrior, 21 and under Jack Sloan?” Ray asks. “Yes, but he is only 18,” Ryan tells us. “He is about to graduate.” “Nice,” I say and hold up my fist. “Pass me the meds and let’s move this party to the couches.” “Maybe you need a shower,” Jay suggests. “Okay,” I grab more clothes and go take a shower. When I get out, Ryan is snuggled into Jack on the loveseat. Jack has a look in his eye, and I know what Ryan is to him.

"Yes, yes, anything, sweetie... Now let's head over to the kitchen and find some candles huh." Five minutes later they were back in the candle lit living room. Power outages during bad storms were fairly common in the fall in their neighborhood so Kenneth always kept plenty of candles in stock, but unfortunately his stock was now down to only a measly four taper candles. Once he got the trio of candles lit and arranged strategically throughout the living room she came up to him holding a freshly poured glass of champagne. He frowned; God knows he didn't need any more to drink and neither did she.

Jake says, winking at her. *** They got in the car, and Jake let the top down on the red convertible he had rented. As the warm breeze swept through, Treasure felt an exhilarating rush. It was as if she could finally breathe again. Strands of her hair danced wildly around her face, an untamed halo that caught Jake’s eye. He glanced at her; his gaze filled with something hotter than the summer sunbath of desire.

But with the pressing matters at the pack, Jake was determined to make the sixteen hour drive in one go. When we arrived back at our pack, the town was bathing in the shimmer of the nightfall. Jake yawned as he drove the Land Rover up to the garage in the back of the Grey Moon pack house. It had been a long journey and while I had slept, he had driven the whole way without so much as a nap to get some shut eye.

I whined. “No it’s not – ” “Guys, let’s put out the candle, okay?” Ryan said. “It’s making Kaitlyn nervous.” “But – ” Before anybody could object, Ryan bent over and – puff! – the candle was out. I have never been more grateful for anything in my life. “Jesus Christ,” Derek muttered. “Derek – ” Ryan warned. “Okay, okay,” he sighed. “C’mere, Kaitlyn.” I walked over to him and laid next to him in bed, and suddenly I felt much better. He passed off the joint to Killian, then held me.

Vanessa rolled her eyes once I got there in the car. "I thought you would need me," Jake sighed. I didn't know he was here. Oh, I remember telling someone to contact dad and we will be needing his help. The help he gave is no other than Jake. Great, but I think we don't need him at this time. I did use the car again that dad told me to use. While we were traveling back, there was a car blocking our way. We are now using three vehicles since Jake is also here. However, he is riding a motorcycle.

"You're a pathetic little rat, aren't you?" "I... I..." "I have a question for you, Jake." Ryan leaned forward, and the air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "About your girl." "My girl?" I blinked, confused. "You mean Caroline? The blonde? Look, take her! She's nobody! Just some cheerleader I picked up. You can have her, do whatever you want with her, just let me go!" Smack. The backhand came out of nowhere. It snapped my head to the side, filling my mouth with the taste of copper.

Rolling her eyes, Ryder was forced to go check on her parents first before going back to her room. Jake had already gotten out of the window, squatting on the canopy. When Ryder looked out of the window, she was momentarily dazed. There was a full moon tonight, and a gentle dim light fell upon Jake, highlighting his figure. He was dressed all in black and the mask on his face looked bewitching. The skin of that bit of his face that wasn't covered by the mask looked extremely pale and soft under the moonlight. For a second, Ryder forgot how to breathe.

Done waiting on his version of love to show up. I clean up the plates, wipe down the counters, and start a load of laundry. I light a candle in the living room something warm, vanilla and cedar, the kind of scent that makes a space feel like a home. Jake always complained about candles. Too strong, he’d say. I light another one just to spite him.