Tech Jacket の小説・ストーリー

He unzipped it and pulled out what looked like racing gear…a jacket, gloves, boots. Then he pulled out a second set. “Put these on,” he said, handing them to me. I stared at the bundle in my hands. The jacket was leather, supple and expensive-looking, in deep burgundy with black accents. The boots were sleek, designed for function rather than fashion. “Jason, I can’t…” “Yes, you can.” He was already shrugging into his own jacket. “Trust me. You’ll want to be dressed properly for this.” I hesitated, then pulled on the jacket. It fit perfectly, hugging my curves, the leather was cool and smooth against my skin. The boots came next…they laced up to mid-calf and had reinforced toes.

In the center display case sat a plain-looking silver-gray thermal shirt. The price tag was 40 thousand dollars. Seriously? Nicole almost laughed. Who would pay that kind of money for a shirt? Curiosity got the better of her. She stepped closer and read the label. [Temperature-regulating fabric. Keeps your body at a constant 77 °F.] Enough said. She smashed the glass and pulled the shirt out. So much for temperature control. She pressed against her arm, but it didn't feel any different. She frowned, then ran her fingers over it.

Look for the boring car. My heart did a front flip. I grabbed my leather jacket and headed down. When I stepped onto the sidewalk, a sleek, black SUV was idling at the curb. The door opened before I even reached it, and Jaxson stepped out. He had traded his usual jersey wears for a pair of dark chinos and a crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that looked like they were carved from granite. He wasn't wearing a hat, and his hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d been running his hands through it in anticipation.

North’s POV I straightened my jacket, smoothing down the fabric. Calvin Klein. East and Winter had already tried to claim it the moment they saw it, arguing over who would wear it next like it already belonged to them. It was one of the many things Jeremy had gotten for me. Part of the image. Part of the role. Dark fitted jeans, a clean white tan top underneath, the jacket sitting perfectly on my shoulders. My hair was done, not too much, just enough to look effortless.

Stone had kept his word, but the result was almost more terrifying than if they had just worn their full leather gear. Outside the large glass windows of the bakery, parked directly across the street in the bright morning sun, were Jax and Relax. The heavy, customized choppers they rode were impossible to hide, the chrome pipes glinting fiercely against the asphalt. Instead of their full black leather cuts, they were wearing plain, heavy black t-shirts and dark denim jeans. But a plain t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, terrifying reality of who they were. The black fabric stretched dangerously tight across Jax’s massive, scarred shoulders and broad chest, his thick arms com

She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket. "Whah?" "Your clan leader ordered this specifically for you. A long time ago." Jhan, always full of mysteries. I collected the jacket and put it on. I liked it. Leya looked at me in surprise. "Okay Leya, I gotta go help our friends okay." She nodded. "Stay here and stay safe." I had almost cracked away when I heard the adjudicator shout, "wait!" I turned around to face her. Wondering what it might be this time.

Damn, the man got undeniable charms. He's wearing a casual jeans and black shirts underneath the black leather jacket paired with Versace sneakers. I saw him took off his jacket and casually put on the back of the high chair leaving me a view of his muscular arms. Those strong arms would surely make a perfect heat pack during cold seasons. He's hot. Period.

James's cold voice broke me out of my trance and I looked at the man he had given instructions to. The black mist pack, I noticed had a lot of good looking men. Jericho had a great body build and a buzz cut that gave him a mature sexy look. He was clad in a white vest and black sweatpants. The vest hugged his chest showing his abs and the exposed biceps made him look strong and manly. The tribal tattoos on both his forearms made him look more masculine and aggressive. I kept gawking at him while naughty thoughts filled my head. This was a dream come true... I sighed as I imagined myself in the middle of two men as the third one worshiped my feet

His normally easy smile on his clean-shaven face seemed forced. "Beloved," he said as he stopped in front of me. "Cole." I nodded in greeting. "I have something for you. We were going to give it to you tonight with a big party, but I think it might come in useful now." He held out a leather jacket in my size with the Ardor Brother's crest on the back of it. I accepted it running my fingers over the embroidery. "Wow, thank you." "It's from all of us. It has a Kevlar built into it. Normally it's supposed to protect from falls from a bike, but it also comes in handy with light shrapnel. Not a direct hit, though."

Chelsea added, voice dripping with mock sweetness, “let it be known—I’m doing this against my better judgment and under extreme protest. This? This humiliation? Was earned.” Tyler muttered something about cruel and unusual punishment. Chelsea gave a dramatic sigh and snapped her fingers. In an instant, the guys were no longer tragically dressed like they lost a game of magical strip poker in the ‘80s. Their usual attire—jeans, combat boots, dark tees, and the occasional leather jacket—returned in a shimmer of golden light. Except. For. The. Fanny packs. “Oh, hell no,” Jax said, tugging at the glittering pink nightmare still attached to his waist.