Tom X Jake Fanart Novels & Stories

" I am Jaymes with a ‘y’, don't forget. " Her amazed face didn't go unnoticed; it was crystal clear she loves them and was surprised at how they talk. Awwn, my boys are not only cute but smart. " I'm Jaxon with a ‘x’, don't forget also. " " I'm Jake. " Jake said when Jace was taking his time to talk. Placing my hands on Jace's shoulder, I nudge him. " Hi, I'm Jace Cooper. " His accent always hit different each time he speaks.

“I just thought I’d dress up. You know, in case the Alpha happens to pass by.” Fatima choked on her drink, coughing as she tried to hold back her laughter. “Well, good luck with that,” I said, trying to keep a straight face. As if on cue, Jake appeared in the doorway, fresh from training and looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. His shirt was damp with sweat, clinging to his toned body, and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look annoyingly attractive. Tammy’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Sketches of wolves and motorcycles covered one wall, detailed and beautiful. He made me stand and looked at me. "If you don't want this, I'll never force it on you, pumpkin." His hands went to his cock which slanted hard to the side, straining against his jeans. "You just make it impossible to stay sane... I want to feel your juices on my cock, dear mate." "Me too…." Jaxon stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Let me eat you and you can stay angry at me later. I know you're mad but you can't stay mad at us right now, especially when our pussy needs us."

“He gave me you. What a strange way to show me his disdain.” Our arms brushed lightly. He was so warm, so tall, so strong. With his stubble and the square jaw and sharp cheekbones, he was the epitome of manliness. I’d always considered myself a girl who’d go for the ballet dancer type, the nerd with glasses, the sophisticated chess player. I had been so very wrong because Jaxon’s body hit all the right buttons. My eyes lingered on the Famiglia tattoo on his chest, right over his heart. Born in Blood, Sworn in Blood

Jax teased. "For real. I mean, just look at his abs. Nobody has abs like that." I was baiting him a little. I knew for a fact that Jaxon was sporting some crazy defined abs under his t-shirt, and I could feel his hard body beneath mine as I laid on top of him. "How did you even dress up like Jacob for halloween?" He asked, not taking the bait. "I wore a tight t-shirt that looked like abs, the wolf tattoo on my shoulder, jorts, and tennis shoes. I also wore a long black wig so it looked like his hair before he cut it in the movies."

I lift my head and peer out in the distance, trying to see the Gulf. I see something else instead. “Is that a fucking cemetery?” I almost squeal before scoffing, and turning my back to the headstones rising in the distance. “Jesus Christ.” “Julia, come over here and meet Tanner Hendricks.” Jake waves me over, and I reluctantly obey, casting a glance over my shoulder at the creepy cemetery and the standing water all around it. We’ll have to do something about that. Tanner is tall with dark brown hair and a ruggedly handsome face. He looks like he chops wood and drinks straight whiskey. He probably wears flannel and has a Labrador, too.

Jake said, taking the keys. "If you need anything I'll be a call away, sir." Jake nodded his head and Arthur left. I looked around and my eyes landed on the huge picture hanging on the wall. It was Mr. and Mrs. Carter standing with Jake, Jacob, and Veronica. Veronica and Jacob looked in their teens while Jake looked around nine or ten. Jake had a huge smile on his face. He was holding Amanda's hand while she was smiling at him. Veronica and Jacob's hand was resting on their parent's shoulder. They all looked genuinely happy.

He appeared to be around five or six years old, with messy blond hair and tears on his cheeks. "It's fine," Jake stated. We will locate your mother. Can you tell me your name? The boy said, "Tommy." He had a timid, frightened voice. "Good to see you, Tommy. My name is Jake and here is my friend Kate. "We're here to assist you, alright?" Tommy once again gave a nod. His wide and trusting blue eyes met mine. Jake rose to his feet, extending his hand. Tommy didn't hesitate and took it. Though small, Jake's gesture revealed a lot about his character.

I whispered teasingly. "Er…erm… so all your friends are artists?" She stammered sheepishly. I snorted, "the only person close to being an artist is Aaron. He is an architect and civil engineer. He owns a company for building and selling buildings, any kind of houses, and malls. As long as it's a building. He also manages a real estate agent company but that doesn't make him an artist. The only artistic work Jaxon can do is paint a woman with cum and Mordecai doesn't even know how to draw a triangle. If he draws for you, you'll regret your life."

One of the guys exclaimed. “Oh but it is.” She smiled. “Long time, no see! What have you been up to?” “Just wreaking havoc in New York. Getting shot. The usual.” Jovie grinned. “Who’s the new Xavier?” “Reno, actually.” I informed. “Trent.” He nodded. “I’ve done all of Jovie’s ink.” “Great work. The tramp stamp is my favorite one.” “I’m personally a fan of the hip bone.” Trent chuckled. “What are we doing today? Getting each other’s names.”