Jax Porter Novels & Stories

Jasper's parents gave Jefferson lots of snacks, and not only that, but they also gave him some beach shirts, t-shirts, and shorts. Jasper might have told his parents about how Jefferson liked sweets, But Jefferson didn't have any idea about the clothes; Jefferson never seemed to talk about that. Max and Owen also got the same type of cloth, so Max asked Hayden about it. Hayden told Max that Jasper's house was on the coast and his parents worked as souvenir sellers and small inn owners.

The car zoomed past me. Was that Jackson?

I threw some odds and ends from my bathroom into the box in the other guys’ hand before summoning the last man to stuff a bunch of things from my living room into it. They all left, arms laden with my stuff, to head downstairs. I moved the curtain with a finger to watch them loading a line of trucks out there. “Thank God they’re leaving.” I blew a long breath. But for some reason I wasn’t stepping away from the window as I watched Porter hopping into one pickup and pulling the door closed. Before getting out to tighten some straps and check my things before hopping back in. Moving so agilely into the pickup that I could tell he was just as comfortable in one of those as he was in his fancy S

They half-ran across the lot, laughter breaking out as they reached Connor’s Jeep. “Shotgun.” Drew said, already yanking open the front. Leo barely had time to protest before he was shoved into the back seat. Drew, Zach, and Connor piled in after him, gear bags somehow multiplying as they went. “Go, go, go,” someone laughed. Across the lot, Jax unlocked his sleek Mustang without breaking stride, tossed his bag in the back, and slid into the driver’s seat completely unfazed by the chaos. Ryder jogged for the Jeep, and stopped short.

“Dinner still on?” She nodded, brushing her fingers through her damp hair. “He’s bringing BBQ. Said he got enough to feed a small army.” Her dad grunted. “Better be good. I skipped lunch.” At 6:15 sharp, the familiar growl of Jaxon’s truck cut through the silence. Harper peered through the blinds like a total creep, watching as he parked, climbed out, and adjusted the paper bags in his arms. He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his shoulders, jeans that rode low on his hips, and his hair looked like he’d run a nervous hand through it one too many times.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO *The Scottish sexy Horse keeper! * Roughly ten minutes later, the white-coloured Hilux squealed to a halt, startling the poor horses which were neighing in response, in front of the stables where Drake was already waiting. Momentarily, The passenger's car door flung open, revealing Mr Jordan dressed in brown denim jeans and a polo T-shirt with a white baseball cap. He also wore dark shades and hiking boots.

He had messed with the wrong person. Jade huffed victoriously and reached into her bag. She pulled out a sticker which she stuck to his head and then her phone. She removed the tracker on his sleeve and took a picture of his ID card and then of him. Sending the first picture to a contact saved as Lewis on her phone, she instructed that he dug up every dirt on him and sent it to her in less than thirty minutes.