Jax Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

Even so, Jae flew balancingly and kept moving away from Ravyn. ...This guy is so irritating!... *bang!* *bang!*… Ravyn followed him. She missed her mark again and again. And finally, her chance had arrived. Jae's Airtech needs to cool down, so Ravyn dashes towards her target. Unable to run away from the speed of the purple-haired girl with two Airtechs, Jae decides to take off his jacket. Ravyn's approaching hand touched the chest muscles that were covered only by Jae's thin undershirt.

Bri muttered to me and I turned to her, “considering he’s been in my office for the better part of the afternoon, no, I don’t think I should be all that surprised Brianna” All this while, I noticed with no small amount of satisfaction that my mother had not, not even once, taken her eyes off my father. Then I let a little bit of the anger I’d been carrying around for a few years slip through as I said to her, “surprised to see that his face isn’t half melted?” I said, my lips pulling back from my teeth in a snarl. My father whistled, “you have perfected that animalistic looking snarl all too well for a late bloomer” he said, “what…….” I started, but he cut me off “okay Jenna, let’s get this

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

The rain over Blackwood City didn't fall; it descended like a heavy, charcoal curtain, blurring the line between the sky and the black, oily waters of the harbor. Inside the "War-Wagon," the air was pressurized and cool, smelling of ozone, expensive electronics, and the faint, lingering scent of Julian’s sandalwood cologne. It was a mobile fortress, a multi-million dollar intersection of Julian’s corporate wealth and his criminal necessity. Elena sat strapped into the high-backed command chair, the green glow of four separate monitors reflecting in her wide eyes. Every few seconds, the vehicle would lurch as Jax navigated the potholed ruins of the Industrial District, but Elena’s fingers rem

======================== As part of our deal for getting me to lose 5 pounds, Jenny had just spent several minutes naked in front of me, teasing me, while I whacked my way to my second ejaculation in less than 10 minutes. Still trying to catch my breath, I had apologized for breaking the rules of our agreement by touching her. As amends, I agreed to not only fix up her car that weekend, but to also give it a thorough cleaning. Two minutes earlier she could probably have coerced me into cleaning it with my tongue. She leaned forward, fully dressed now. "So you're at two-sixteen. Two-thirteen would be 10 lbs. What do I get if you lose 10 lbs?"

The Grey-Wall below began to break apart, pulled upward into the filtration layers where the salt was stripped and the air was purified. Alexander slumped against the terminal, his chest heaving. He looked down at the city. The smog was clearing, revealing the patchwork of lights in the slums and the long, blue line of the Mag-Lev rails. For the first time in weeks, the air at the terminus would be clean. Jax walked over, his rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked at Alexander’s hands, the bandages were shredded, the scars beneath glowing with a faint, receding violet light.

Aria's grip on the mug tightened until her knuckles ached. The ceramic was cold against her palm, but her skin still burned from the session... thighs slick, core still throbbing with aftershocks that refused to fade. Jax Harlan stood just inside the doorway, rain dripping from his jacket in slow drops onto her floorboards. He had not moved closer, but the space between them felt smaller than it should. The scent of wet leather and rain filled the tiny apartment, mixing with the ozone from her equipment in a way that made her head spin.

“She better not lose focus from her mission.” “Which mission ?” Ty asked as he hugged the father of his newborn baby closer to him and gave him a dirty, sloppy kiss in front of us. Jax immediately scrunched his face and gagged. “Eww ! Stop doing that in front of me !! You guys are my mate’s fathers ! It is already bad enough,” he whined. “I swear my ears are going to bleed if he complains and whines like a blo*dy b*tch one more time,” Aira huffed, making us all laugh in agreement.

ZHARN MEYERS: I kept my distance from Jax. He'd give me sad eyes all evening, reminding me of how shitty my life really was. I stood by the pillar, observing the evening when a woman whooshed past me. I caught a whiff of strawberries and bubblegum, and my nose followed the scent. A woman in a green dress hugged her body so tight that I noticed other men gawking at her. Her wavy dirty blonde hair did not do much to cover her exposed back.

Five miles away, the sun didn't suggest itself—it glared off the chrome of a customized Harley-Davidson. Jax let out a low growl as his wrench slipped, his knuckles barking against the cold metal engine block. He didn't flinch. He just wiped the blood onto his oil-stained jeans, his dark eyes narrowed in focus. At 6'4", Jax was a titan of a man, his frame packed with dense, functional muscle that made him look more like a Greek statue than a college-aged heir. "Boss, you're gonna kill that engine if you keep staring at it like it owes you money," a voice yelled over the sound of a nearby air compressor.