Jake Ryan Now Novels & Stories

Dark hair, strong jaw, and eyes that flicked over me just a second too long before he smiled politely. "Hey, I'm Ryan," he said. "Jake's friend from school. He invited me to crash here for a couple days while we catch up. Is he around?" I felt a little flutter low in my belly the moment I saw him. God, he was handsome. Fresh faced, maybe twenty one or twenty two, with that clean college boy scent mixed with a hint of cologne. I stepped aside and held the door open wider, letting my dress brush against my legs as I moved.

While Jake doesn't have any social media, his brothers wasted no time adding me to theirs and since I've got at least a few hours alone, I take the opportunity to go through each of theirs, looking for any pictures of Jake. The first one I look at is Lloyd's and I wonder if Jake even realises how many pictures of him are on here. In the earlier ones he has no tattoos but still looks just as disinterested in the people around him. Despite this, the comments from other kids are mostly asking who he is and whether he's single. Lloyd's comments back are always jokey, telling them he's a stranger they keep around, or a secret undercover agent, even when he relents and tells them he's his older br

Kace's real mate died years ago, so when I chose Rylan to mark me at the end of this, he will have no one. Kace drags his wary gaze over to Kaden. "She's my mate." The look on Kaden's face is confused for a moment, as he clearly struggles to understand what he is hearing. This is his brother, who would take over as Alpha is him and Mara passed. "I have to tell Rylan," I say softly, the weight of my own words settling on my shoulders. Perhaps he could handle Tavish, but this? Kace seems to come to that realisation also, as he backs away, and leaves the room without looking back, the door banging against the wall in his wake.

He jumped, a gasp escaped his lips. "Sorry if I startled you." I offered a half smile. "You look awful, sorry, but you don't look good. I'm sorry about what happened to Jake. I didn't know him that much, but it must be hard on you all." I tried my best to sympathise. To my surprise, Ryan laughed. He shook his head, then stared at me. "Honestly, I don't know how I feel. I mean, let's be honest, Jake was a prick."

The door swings open. Ryan, Jake’s best friend, stands there holding a game controller. His eyes go wide. His mouth drops open. Time freezes. Jake is still buried deep inside me. His cock twitches. My legs are pinned back. My pussy stretched around him. I’m completely exposed. Naked. Sweaty. Dripping. “What the fuck?!” Ryan blurts out.

As I pass the stairs, I look up, but there is no sign of Ryan. I take a seat at the table, passing a box of tissues to Mrs. Miller. She smiles a thank you at me and Mr. Miller brings over a cup of coffee and some milk. I doctor my coffee and try not to freak out as Mr. Miller sits down. “Ryan had another episode last night,” Mr. Miller says, looking into his coffee cup. “Jake came in to check on her. He couldn’t wake her up and she lashed out at him, thinking he was Tommy. She scratched him up pretty bad and he’s got a black eye.”

Are you trying to get your freak on, baby boy? Damit Maddy, where in the hell are you? Get home now! What the fuck Ryan, why do you keep raising your voice at me? Jake’s been spotted near the borders. That’s fucking why! Have your guards take your Little ass home right fucking now! Shit! Ryan, I didn’t bring them with me. I came alone. I’m downtown doing some shopping. What do you mean they’re not with you? They're fucking dead when I get my hands on them! How could you be so reckless and leave the house without them? I clearly said, no going anywhere alone until Jake’s been caught and you fucking did it anyway, Maddy!

Anyone could peek through the gap. I went anyway. Jake was already there—shirt off, jeans unbuttoned, leaning against the post with his arms crossed. Moonlight caught the ridges of his stomach, the dark hair trailing down into his open fly. Ryan stood beside him—same easy grin from the boat, but darker now, hungrier. They didn’t speak when I stepped under the spray. Just watched while I turned the knob.

“Exactly. See? He gets it. That’s why I sent her to you. You don’t baby people.” “I don’t,” Jake said. His knee touched mine again. Lighter this time. Then gone. I stared at my plate and tried to taste the food. I couldn’t. All I could think about was the locked private room, the mirror, his mouth, and now this — him sitting beside my husband, calm as stone, while my skin still remembered him. “How is she doing, really?” Ryan asked. “Be honest. I don’t want a polite answer.” Jake wiped his mouth with the napkin. “She’s stronger than she looks. Form’s cleaner. She still overthinks.”

And now he's inviting me to a party full of wolves being excused as a family. “Ryan, I'm not sure I want to be where your folks are. The looks they gave me and the air around them isn't a friendly one,” I said. This time he took my face in his arms. His voice whispered a little whisper. “I know Elena, but we're still trying to convince my dad that we're a couple. And you coming to the event would be great, don't you think so?” I sighed. I totally forgot we're acting. “Ryan, he's still not convinced because if he's, he won't threaten you into getting married to the Senator's daughter,” I blurted out.