Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

Always. But for now, I guess I'll settle with something else. Jex slowly peeled his shirt off to reveal hard muscles and packed abs. His golden brown skin glistened in the light coming from a lamp on the far end of the tent. His blond hair fell over his face, covering one side. He was perfect. . . For some. Not me. I feel my panties start to get wet as he pulls down his shorts revealing his hardened cock. It has to be more than six feet. It is wet at the tip and I lick my lips at the sight of veins around it. He really is perfect. But he’s not Lucian.

She presses the button and steps back. "The first section is your night clothes, the next is your casual house wear, the next is your casual outing wear, and last but not least are your special occasion outfits. The shelving in the back has all of your undergarments. That door over there is for your shoes and accessories. Terrax spared no expense. He didn't know your preferred style, so he purchased half the shop when he went shopping for you. Everything should fit. He occurred your sizes from Jali of Kea," Duya says, and I stare at the clothes in shock for a second before blushing again.

Ten o'clock on the dot. Before he left confident he didn't forget anything of importance, he grabbed his leather bike jacket. It was one of his favourite possessions, just as Dillon's jacket was one of his most valued items. Tony's jacket had been with him for a long time and was a gift from Ethan on his sixteenth birthday. He had worked his ass off for months to save up enough money to surprise him with it. It wasn't cheap, since it was genuine cowhide leather with a sheepskin collar. Ethan said the age of sixteen was a special milestone and he deserved something special. Through the years, Tony had always made sure to condition and weatherproof it diligently. All his efforts paid off and h

I called them Tala t-shirts because she had them made, usually skulls and blood or decapitated bodies and they were one of a kind. I walked downstairs and Jules stood waiting for me and Mrs. Walker looked at my t-shirt and I knew she was probably thinking something along the lines of “goodness gracious me.” Jules looked stunning in skintight jeans with a shirt that ended where her jeans started with knee high boots and when she walked you’d catch a glimpse of skin and somehow that was more attractive than showing everything.

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

Tyler coaxed me as he handed me a flask. Tyler was the school’s bad boy. He rode a motorcycle, dressed in a leather jacket, biker boots, and had tattoos. Someone started a rumor that he had both his nipples pierced, but I couldn’t vouch for that because I had never seen him without a shirt on. It didn’t stop me from looking at his chest now that I was standing so close to him.

“I want my husband’s brother to make me come.” Jax pulls his tank top over his head. The tattoos run everywhere— chest, ribs, the V of his hips disappearing into his waistband. He’s built like something carved, not born, and he walks back to the bed with the unhurried confidence of a man who has never once doubted what he can do to a woman. “On your knees,” he says. “On the floor. Right now.”

I added so she would have an idea, and in the end, we ended up in the jacket section. "Here are all the oversized jackets we have, the ones you said Bella wears, Miss." I smiled because that's exactly what I was looking for. I checked each design and color. In the end, I got two oversized jackets. The one I requested to wear now is a plain tortilla brown jacket with a Christian Dior label in the middle. I also grabbed a plain white t-shirt to wear underneath.

His voice was husky, his were eyes locked on me as I teased my clit lightly. Perfect. "Good." I cooed and settled back into the chair like a queen on her throne. "Slowly. Make it sexy for me.” They obeyed hungrily, stripping down in the red light. Jax peeled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs, then shoved down his jeans. His cock sprang free, thickly veined, heavy, already rock hard and leaking precum. Silver pants dropped too, his body leaner but just as ripped, with tattoos surrounding hardened nipples. His ick was longer, curving slightly upward with girth and a shiny tip.

"I saw you naked... and you're so hot... I'm just being awkward. I'll shut up." I couldn't help but laugh. Jax was rarely thrown off; I loved that I had that kind of power over him sometimes. I pulled my festive sweatshirt over my head. "You can turn around now. I'm clothed." He turned around slowly as if he didn't believe me. Once he realized I was, indeed, clothed, his eyes hovered on my sweatshirt. It had a portrait of Santa holding a white claw on it. "Santa Claws?" Jax asked, "Where did you get that?"