Novel & Cerita Jake West Basketball

I hated him. That was the first thing I told myself every time I saw him walking across campus. Jake Morrison was a junior and the star of the basketball team. Known for one thing and one thing only… the way he fucked girls and left them aching for more. I had heard the stories. Every girl who went home with him came back with that glazed look in her eyes, that dreamy smile, that pathetic desperation when they whispered, "He hasn't texted me back."

The West brothers were oozing with confidence and hotness. The fact that they were aware of their effect on the women population doesn’t help the situation. Jack was supposed to drop me off but here he is, walking me to class, waving here and there like a Hollywood celebrity. He’s one of the best basketball players in the history of mankind - as he modestly put it in words - just like Jake is a legend in football.

Ethan said, voice thick with emotion. The conversation shifted after that. They talked about practical things — Mia’s return date, how Ethan would balance basketball and classes, even how they expected him to respect boundaries in their house. It wasn’t warm and fuzzy, but it was real progress. After dinner, Jake pulled Ethan upstairs to his room. “Come on,” Jake said. “Let’s play some NBA 2K. I need to destroy you at something.” They spent the next hour playing video games like old times. The trash talk flowed easily, and for a few minutes, it almost felt normal again.

“What did he say to Atlas?” “Probably threatened him,” another voice replied. “Isn’t that what all the Kings men do?” I swallowed thickly, turning back towards the court. Jace was there too, dribbling a basketball with effortless speed, weaving between two teammates as they practiced layups. His smirk was wide, confident, almost predatory. Every movement screamed cocky ease, his jersey clinging to his torso as he twisted and shot. The ball arched perfectly through the air, kissing the net with a satisfying swish.

he greeted, joining them in their table and sat next to his girlfriend. Jake qualified under the handsome category… he was about 6'4 tall with broad shoulders, toned body from exercising and perfectly shaped facial features as his girlfriend would proudly say. Tessa squealed, jumping into his arms and wrapped her hands around his neck hugging him ...tight. "Babe not so tight, I'm the captain of the basketball team remember and I still have another championship to win" Jake wheezed dramatically. Tessa giggled, letting him go and said "you know you love it"

"You ready, son?" "Yeah, I guess." Jake turned back toward Bethany and smiled. "Dr. Tarrington is going to let me TA alongside you until I get back on my feet. The university has been good to us through this crap, but I don't want to get behind. Is that all right with you?" "Heck yes." Bethany got up as Jake's father pulled him back toward the door. "I'll be right beside you no matter what you need. You putting off your master’s this semester?"

◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆ I was eighteen years old, freshly graduated, and completely unprepared for Theo Morrison. My stepbrother Jake had been talking about his best friend for years. He was the hockey legend who'd gone semi-pro before a knee injury brought him back home to coach at our high school. I'd been away at boarding school, so I'd never met him. Until move-in day for my senior year equipment pickup. "Come on, Scar, I need to grab my gear," Jake said, pulling me toward the athletic complex. "Theo's usually there on Saturdays."

She announced and the boys giggled excitedly. "We've finally seen a beautiful girl who wants to play basketball." I chuckled. I knew she was just bluffing, she could not play basketball. She was the lazy type. "What do you think?" Jake asked as he smacked my ass and I turned to look at him, he helped me up and I slumped down on the bench. "I don't know, she doesn't seem like a basketball player." I answered. He nudged me with an elbow. "She's your friend, right?" He asked and I nodded. "That's nice, I'm happy you've found yourself a female friend."

His basketball jersey was drenched with sweat. My eyes rested on Jake who was drowned in the game. The ball was bouncing against the cemented surface as Jake dribbled it skillfully. His thick muscled arms flexed rhythmically as he handled the ball. The red baggy basketball vest exposed his veiny muscular arms and a whisper of his chest. A thick sheen of sweat had dampened the fabric of his upper back, his face was equally sluicing with perspiration. Damp locks of his golden-brown hair had clung to the sides of his head.

In reality, they were two predators sharing a territory that was far too small. ​Jake didn’t pass. ​With a brutal crossover that left his defender stumbling on the hardwood, Jake drove inside. He pushed off the floor with a vertical leap that defied human biology, his muscles straining against the fabric of his sleeveless jersey, the bold Number 7 stretched across his broad chest. He slammed the ball through the iron rim with a force that made the entire backboard shudder just as the final buzzer echoed through the stadium. ​90-88. Win.