Jax Porter Novels & Stories

Jake stepped to the rank and flagged a cab. Outside the terminal An electric Toyota glided to the curb. The driver unfolded from the seat—tall, wiry, weathered, a fluffy black beard like a tangled hedge and a stubborn combover fighting the breeze. Beach trousers, loud red-and-yellow floral shirt, and a chunky gold pendant with the energy of a B-grade gangster’s court day. He popped the boot and shouted, “Need a hand with the bags?” Metallica drowned him out. Jake blinked, tugged an earcup back. “What?”

I know she was worried about her future husband since Elroy did introduce me as one of his best childhood friends. Homophobic people, I can recognize them when I see one. Elroy was about to say something when the sleek silver SUV stopped in front of us. Jasper got out of the car, I could see the envy expression in Elroy immediately. It was the latest Porsche Cayenne SUV, Jasper had just bought it to fit Tara's baby chair.

Trying to ignore the stain on the sheet, and still seeing it, because I simply couldn’t not see it, I slipped under the covers. I’d been tired before. I wasn’t now. My body still hummed with adrenaline. When Jaxon emerged ten minutes later in low-cut black pajama bottoms, my eyes traveled over him. Many men gained weight once they were married, not enough to be frowned upon by their Capo, but enough to cover up whatever muscles they’d worked hard for in their younger years. Jaxon hadn’t. Every inch of him was pure muscle. Nothing soft about this man—not his body, expression, or eyes. If he noticed my silent scrutiny, he didn’t comment. Instead, he got into bed but left enough room to fit a

Jaxon couldn't help stroking the smooth cheek of the female nestled on his lap. Sure, he could have dumped her onto the seat and joined Parker up front to ride shotgun, but he worried she'd roll onto the floor. Okay, he lied. He could have buckled her in to keep her safe. The truth was, he just didn't want to let her go.

“Jared. Don’t talk like that. James isn’t your father. He doesn’t belong here; he has no ties to this pack anymore. His father is long gone, and he ran the pack into the ground. I didn’t do anything.” “Whatever Jackie. I need to go.” “Jared ple-“ Jared hung up the phone before she could get anything else out, and he pressed the accelerator down again and when he got closer to the Red Crest pack, he saw someone step out of the tree line and Jared came to a slow and parked his car. When he stepped out and walked towards the lone wolf, he reached his hand out in a sign of good faith. “Hello. I am Jared from the Blue Moon pack. I believe Alpha Jaxson is expecting me.”

** Parker’s POV ** We reach the country road just as the first headlights cut through the mist. Wolves rush to load the kids and the injured. Poppy and Jax climb into the back of the lead truck, which is some kind of old military vehicle. Ryder goes next with Paige in his arms. Jake follows, securing her against the seat, tucking a blanket around her. The glow under her skin flickers again, softer this time. “She’s stabilising,” he says quietly.

I don’t even wait for lights-out to make my move- I casually pad barefoot down the hallway in my pajamas, make sure the coast is clear, and slip into his room. Once safely inside, I flip the lock on the door before turning around and taking in the interior of Jax’s room. This is my first time in here, and I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s… cleaner than I thought it would be. Tidy, even. Everything seems to have its place- even his dirty clothes are in a hamper near the closet rather than being forgotten on the floor. Jax is lying on his bed in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, sprawled out on top of his navy-blue comforter. He’s got one arm drawn up behind his head, and his hard body is

David Duskbane POV "My terminal is blinking like crazy with Carter’s warning notes, Jordan, so mute your loud throat before I rip your tongue out," Harvey Jupiter barks into the pack's communication stone, his deep voice carrying a tired vibration as he walks toward his private cabin. "He wants to know if my beast returned to the home den safely, or if some wild rogue dogs harvested my hide on the dark trail. Hahaha! Those mutts would just be getting a five-wolf feast."

DAMON’S POV “Thank you so much, sir. I'd get the shipments out tomorrow morning, so it would get to seaports on or before 9 a.m.,” I responded to Jake, putting together the paperwork of our client’s coal order. “Alight, Damon, I am super exhausted. I'd be retiring for the day. Endeavor to let me know when you send them out to the seaport tomorrow,” Jake said in a low tone, sluggishly pulling his suit jacket along with him.