Jax Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

Stretched. Completely owned. They lay around me—sated, silent, powerful. Jax lit a cigarette and leaned back on the couch, watching my chest rise and fall. He smirked. “This cabin trip is two weeks long,” he said. My stomach clenched. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.

Chapter Two: Bio Class & Bad Intentions Harper already knew her day was going to suck when she opened her phone and saw the Snapchat story. KenzieMatthews 💋 added to their story — 3h ago She tapped it open and immediately regretted it. There he was. Jaxon Brooks, shirtless in his driveway, washing his ridiculously jacked-up truck while Kenzie filmed from the passenger seat like some kind of southern I*******m queen. The caption? “My man knows how to get dirty and clean up after 😍🔥 #touchdownbaby”