Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

he says slowly. His voice is low and gruff. Shivers run up my spine as I remove my leather jacket and hang it on the back of my chair. I look down at my outfit — a white tee, skinny jeans, and combat boots. My outfit is simple, but I know I look hot. The jeans hug the curves of my ass and cling to my hips, while the white tee is low cut enough to show a peek of cleavage. Axel’s eyes rest on my tits. “Now spill this on yourself,” he says, pushing a glass of ice water towards me.

Katherine gingerly placed her hand in his and stepped into the car, shutting the door behind her. She vaguely noticed Falling In by Life house playing softly on the radio. The irony wasn't lost on her. "Do you have another shirt underneath that one?" Tyler asked, nodding in the direction of her hoodie while taking his black leather jacket off. "Yeah, but it's just a tank top," Katherine murmured. "That's okay. You're going to need to take the sweatshirt Off. It's soaked." Katherine looked at Tyler as he held the jacket in his hand. The shirt he was wearing was a black turtleneck sweater. It outlined every muscle perfectly. His hair was tied back as usual in a black satin ribbon, and the two

It accentuates that jet hair and those very pale wolf-like eyes set in natural olive skin. Alexi of this morning was casual and a little less intimidating. Tailored has always been where he is at his most formidable because he has a body that can pull off the angles and suits. It’s a great look, usual for him and looking a little too intimidating for a weekday while I am stood in my dirty, cheap nylon, cotton-blended mini dress covered in stains. ‘I wanted to see Mico about something.’ I stammer, losing my cool and making a shit attempt at confident and brassy.

Tyler’s eyes were shadowed, his hair was overgrown, there was a week’s growth of stubble on his jaw, and his clothes were wrinkled as if he’d slept in them but there wasn’t a sense of distress to accompany the dishevel, rather the opposite, as if they’d caught Tyler on a lazy weekend at home in front of the TV. He stepped inside and put the carton of beer that he held against his hip down on the kitchen bench. “I’m Tyler. Talen’s just bringing in the wine.” Around his neck, just showing above the collar of his tshirt, he wore a leather collar lazer-cut with the same design that Aislen’s necklace had woven between the glinting diamonds – a statement of Talen’s ownership, but one that had been

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My jaw didn't just drop; I was fairly certain it hit the marble floor and shattered into a million pieces. I'd seen Jaxx look good before, but this? This was a level of devastation that should have been illegal in every country on the planet. My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. He was wearing a custom-tailored tuxedo that fit him like a second skin. The jacket was a deep, midnight black with silk lapels that caught the light, but as he walked toward me, I noticed the detail, the deliberate artistry of it. Woven into the fabric of his suit was a subtle, intricate pattern, a shimmering, dark motif that perfectly matched the design on my dress.

Mila's POV Knox, shirtless and wet‑haired, cackles from the corner. "Damn, Mila. I think you got the wrong room. But I can see how you made that mistake. We're a sexy bunch of fellas." My eyes quickly land on Jax. He's sitting on a bench, a white towel wrapped around his waist. And nothing else. His chest is covered in tattoos—waves, a compass, the Maine coastline. Dark ink swirls over his pectorals, down his ribs, across his shoulders. Water drips from his hair, sliding down his throat, over his Adam's apple.

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.

💦Last Call, First Fuck💦 “Another whiskey sour, handsome. Make it strong.” I leaned over the sticky bar in my tight little red dress, pushing my tits up so they nearly spilled out. The Austin dive bar was almost empty. It was just me, the cocky bartender, and a couple of drunks in the corner. Jax grinned as he looked me up and down. Tall, tattooed, messy dark hair, and a smile that screamed trouble. His black t-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and the way his jeans hung low made my mouth water.

The black fabric was expensive and the zipper was silver and heavy. I pulled it down slowly. Inside was a tailored black tuxedo. I stared at it and my throat closed up and my hands started shaking. The jacket was fitted and the pants were slim and the shirt was crisp white. Exactly the size of an Alpha with my frame. It was beautiful and elegant and it was designed for someone with broad shoulders and a flat chest and nothing to hide. How was I supposed to hide my body in this?