Jesse Pinkman X Reader Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and then I saw Mr Blake Jensen thriving in the dark road, he was mysterious to be found, he clasped my arm and made me pin to the wall, his cold fingers were inked to my skin, and then he whispered my name, "Ashley," His long fingers were making their way to my upper thigh to my bare stomach and then he sucked my earlobe while whispering my name. "Wake up!" Shit! Was I dreaming? Yes of course you were dreaming! Why the hell do I seductively dream about Mr Jensen? Have I lost all sense? "Now look straight and close your eyes again," He came closer step by step and slowly nibbled my bottom lip, his eyes were profound, and then he captured my lips with his making me surrender u

she asked, smirking. I didn’t answer. Then, she stood—completely n@ked—and walked toward me. “Come in,” she said softly. “We’re already exposed, babe.” I was frozen again. Jessica reached out, took my hand, and pulled me gently into the room. The guy just sat on the edge of the bed, his hard-on still upright, glistening. “Lexi, meet Miles,” she said. Miles nodded. “Hey.” “Hi,” I replied, nervously.

The woman took out a folder from her bag and placed it in front of the man across from her. “There is something interesting in there that I want you to see,” Jessica said to Ethan with a proud look on her heavily made-up face. “I hope whatever this is is worth my time; I know how women like you operate,” Ethan scoffed before he started to read through the files in front of him. Jessica just smirked and confidently awaited his reaction. Ethan's eyes bulged the more he continued to read, “Alexa has cancer?” He asked with a shaky breath. “So impatient, why don't you continue reading to the end?” Jessica said with a triumphant look adorning her face. Ethan continued to read, and the more he read

I stood in the corridor and breathed carefully through it. He had not been certain of anything. He had been reading, the way sharp Alphas read when they had trained themselves to pay attention over many years, and I had confirmed nothing. But he was careful and he had filed something. I could feel the filing in the specific way the conversation had ended, the slight quality of a man cataloguing an unanswered question for later consideration. I found Jax. He was in the equipment room reviewing a tablet, and he looked up the moment I came through the door and read my face before I said a word.

Owen whispered, the word slipping out before he could stop it. Jax's expression tightened with raw hunger. He grabbed Owen by the hips and walked him backward, out of the reading area and into the dark aisle between the tall bookshelves. Owen's back hit the solid wood of a shelf, and a few books rattled above him. Jax pressed his heavy body against Owen's, pinning him to the shelves. "I'm going to make you feel so good," Jax said, his voice a low rumble against Owen's neck. He kissed and bit his way down Owen's throat, marking the pale skin with red patches. Owen moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the rows of books.

“Dry off. We’re safe here. Jammers block everything. No signals in or out.” Elliott eyed the setup warily, hand never far from his gun. “How’d Thornton escape? Feds had her locked down.” Jax leaned against the wall, arms crossed, muscles shifting under his wet shirt—clinging just enough to outline his chest, the V dipping low. My pulse quickened, memories flashing: his mouth on me, slow and teasing. He caught my stare, smirked faintly—sensual tension crackling like static.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

I asked, stopping right in front of him. His eyes were so beautiful. He exhaled then licked his lips, "Now you're this stunning woman I really want to get to know." I liked the sound of that. You know, maybe Joyce was right, something great could come out of this. "So, tell me," He said, sitting on a bench. He patted beside him and I sat too. "What do I need to know about Jessica Reese?" I giggled a little and sipped from my wine before placing it on a rock-like stool.

he whispered, his voice soft, dangerous. *Parrish's POV* "Then don’t." Her hesitation was all the answer I needed. Jessica’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, indecision. I could practically feel the internal battle raging inside her, and it only made me want her more. It was our game—the toxic push and pull that always left us tangled in each other. I thrived on it. I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her perfume. My gaze dropped to her lips, watching as she unconsciously licked them. Desire coiled tight in my chest, and I had to fight the urge to take her right there.

He could read lies. And right now? He was reading both of us. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and assessing. And then— His nose flared. Subtle. Almost unnoticeable. But I felt it. He could smell it. Jax. On me. The realization curled cold in my stomach. For a split second, something dark flickered across his face—but then it was gone, buried beneath control. He cleared his throat. “Take a seat, Elena.” “Thanks, but no.”