روايات وقصص ضمن Jax Dirty Air Series

The slamming of the heavy blast door behind them was final, a thunderous punctuation mark on their narrow escape from the Flesh Factory. Jack Sterling stood in the sudden quiet, his chest heaving, the smell of burnt hydraulic fluid and ozone clinging to his skin. He could still hear the clack-clack-clack of the Cleaners’ legs on the other side of the steel barrier, a relentless, chittering hunger that was momentarily denied.

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”