Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

"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?"

The blush is swift and I’m beet red in seconds. Jax grins unrepentantly beside me, stretched out on his side in gray sweatpants and no shirt because apparently shirts are illegal in this house. Sunlight filters through the trees overhead, painting shifting gold across the tattoos curling over his shoulders and chest. His blond mullet is messy, several strands falling into bright mischievous eyes currently fixed on me with unbearable amusement. “You’re blushing,” he says delightedly. “I hate this place.” “You don’t hate this place.”

She got to the end of the aisle, and then stepped out of it, joining the other guests. Jake walked down the aisle next in a white tuxedo jacket and trousers made with high quality wool. It had a single-breasted design, featuring a satin peak lapel that gracefully widened as it approached the shoulders. There was a white satin pocket square elegantly peeking from the welt pocket and adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble. The jacket's silhouette was tailored to perfection, creating a slim, flattering fit that accentuated Jake's physique. The shoulders were softly padded for a refined structure, and the sleeves tapered elegantly towards the wrists.

“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit. “Fucking Rancid,” he said, and everyone burst out laughing.

He laughed at that. "Ah... I always lose in that field ... even though I'm already dressed a little smart today." Ben replied, took a step back, and seemed to show off his OOTD, which he thought was smart. What Jazzy saw was black jeans slightly torn in the thigh ... with a checkered shirt rolled up by the sleeves, and unbuttoned on the top two buttons ... what made Jazzy shake her head was ... He was not wearing any clothes inside that shirt ... his chest hair was coming out of the shirt… and it was very thick. “Enough of the chit-chat. Can we just get in the car, as you could see… I can't stand alone. ” Snapped Sandro.

The Alpha's second gift was a brown jacket, which had a pretty detailing of the dark brown zipper, heavy and fluffy in my hands. If I hadn't recognised it immediately as a jacket Axel had worn on the first day, I'd have recognised it from the thick scent clinging to its fabric–so strong that I could practically smell it through the distance.

Jax is already standing, grabbing his signature, weather-beaten brown leather jacket from the coat-hook, and slinging it over his broad shoulders. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time we make a house call.”

Summer's Pov Tyler's clothes were exactly what I expected them to be. Clean, soft, completely practical, zero personality. The joggers had a small logo on the left leg and the shirt was plain grey and they fit the way oversized things fit when the person they belong to is significantly taller than you, which meant the shirt came halfway down my thighs and the joggers needed the drawstring pulled tight. I looked like I had borrowed clothes from someone, which was exactly what I had done, and somehow they were the most comfortable things I had worn in recent memory.

It hurt but I gritted my teeth, not taking my eyes off him. Next he took off his jacket, discarding it on the floor. His shirt was next to go, he unbuttoned it one button at a time. It joined the grey jacket on the floor revealing his sculpted torso covered in tattoos. He had a dragon tattooed on the left side of his breast and the head of a wolf on the other. My eyes followed his movements.

I opened the Jeep’s door for Jace as he stood waiting next to it and I shook my head as he climbed in. He was wearing a t-shirt that Tala had given him for his birthday, that sported a corpse clown with fangs for teeth, tight jeans with boots, and a leather bomber jacket. “Is this place, you know …” His voice trailed off, and I smiled at him. “All kinds of people hang out there,” I said, and he smiled.