Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

The room had been thoughtfully planned out, paying special attention to where things were placed-a mix of plants, paintings, and carefully folded towels made up the minor details that tied the room together. Everything embodied a much lighter feel, opposing Alex's dark demeanor. Walking through the doors, he came back in a pair of sweatpants as well as holding a small stack of clothes. Setting it down, he made his way back to the tub and sat on the edge. As he turned the faucet to a warmer degree, causing the cold water to heat up, I silently roamed over all of the ink that dressed his body. Although I had many questions about what his markings met, I bit back the urge to open my mouth and c

He was no longer afraid to tell her his story. Tara stood before the full-length mirror as she fixed the last of the row of tiny buttons on the front of the jacket of the royal blue walking suit Joshua produced. She was completely mesmerized by her reflection. Joshua said he’d commissioned the outfit for her just before he left for Virginia, but it arrived too late and hung in the wardrobe awaiting his return. She found his concern that it still be in fashion touching and his delight that it fit her like a glove embarrassing. The bustle at the rear of the jacket and matching over skirt provided a distinctive silhouette while the black jacket, over skirt hem, and oversized sleeves balanced o

I took a spot in the back row, unrolled my mat, tried to breathe. Then the door opened. Jax walked in and every molecule in my body noticed. He was huge—easily six-four—with shoulders that stretched his black tank top to the limit. His arms were thick, veins running along his forearms like ropes. Tattoos curled up one bicep and disappeared under the sleeve. Sweat already shone on his skin, making the dark hair on his chest stick to the deep V of his shirt. His shorts rode low on narrow hips, and when he turned to mess with the speakers, I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to the way the fabric cupped his ass. Firm. Round. Powerful.

"Relax, sugar. I just thought how nice it would be if I gave you my shirt so you don't have to face all the terrible consequences that come with the lovely combo of cold weather and wet clothing." "Ah." Alexandra whispered and then frowned with concern. "But what about you?" "I'm wearing a jacket." He pointed to his leather jacket as if it were obvious. "I can zip it up. Or I might not. I'm sure people wouldn't mind." Alexandra blushed at the thought of seeing Lucus's naked torso—and even worse, knowing all night that the only thing covering his chest was the jacket. "Thank you?" She huffed, tumbling on her words. "Can we do it quickly, please? My best friend is waiting for me."

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.

The tone of her voice communicated how dead serious she was and the attendant picked it up immediately. Without a word, the brunette nodded and stepped off to handle the request. I watched Abigail, a little stunned by how effortlessly she could command the situation. Meanwhile, Tyler was poking around the racks, not at all phased by the tension that seemed to be building around us. “I’ll tell you, if I were a billionaire, I’d have an entire wardrobe dedicated to faux animal print. leopards, giraffe… you name it,” he mused, holding up an absurdly bright leopard print jacket.

Except for the caretaker. His name was Jax Calder. Twenty-six years old, tall and powerfully built, with sun-bronzed skin, messy dark hair, and a thick beard that gave him a wild, untamed look. His white linen shirt hung open, revealing a sculpted chest covered in faint scars and tattoos. Barefoot in faded cargo shorts, he moved with the easy confidence of someone who belonged to the island.

In its place, she wore only tattered strips of soft, buckskin leather—little more than a primitive wrap that left her midriff and legs bare. She wasn't a "Glitch Queen" here. She was a woman in the wild. "Jaxson? Kael?" she called out, her voice raspy. "Over here." Jaxson emerged from a thicket of oversized ferns. If he looked lethal in a suit, he looked like a god of war here. He was shirtless, his broad chest marked with the faint blue scars where his tactical gear had been integrated. He wore rugged trousers torn at the knees, a crude bone-knife gripped in his hand.

I protested, clinging on the lingerie a second longer. “Oh...my little bunny, you know I can always have time for you.” He took off his jacket, the masculine cologne hit my nostrils, I inhaled it shamelessly. Because it always made me feel intense, it always drew me closer to him than I expected. He tossed the jacket on the bed, his gentle hands carefully unbuttoned his white shirt. I swallowed hard when my gaze landed on his chest, “You got a tattoo of my name and baby Zayn?” I blinked, I tried rubbing my eyes hoping it was an illusion.

Jayla I take the last few steps to the door hurriedly and fling it open with the excitement I feel still rushing through my veins. I catch sight of Tyler and the excitement doubles. He looks really mouthwatering in this moment that I just want to go over and hug him. But I don't do that because it may seem impulsive. He is putting on a black leather jacket with a white top underneath, black leather pants and black leather boots. His hair is tousled and gelled back in a style that only seems to add to his handsomeness.