Txt Jacket Novels & Stories

"Tell me what you want, Owen." "I want to see you," Owen gasped. "Take your shirt off." Jax pulled back and grabbed the back of his t-shirt, yanking it over his head in one swift motion. Owen stared. Jax's body was incredible. His chest was broad and deeply muscled, covered in a mat of dark hair that trailed down over his hard stomach. His arms were thick, the biceps swollen, and colorful tattoos covered both arms from the shoulders down to the wrists. A large eagle spread across his right pectoral, its wings stretching toward his shoulder.

Jaxson slowly released his grip on Liam's waist, his dark gold eyes flaring with a fierce, predatory pride as he reached down to unzip Liam’s training jacket, pulling the fabric off his shoulders to reveal the stunning, minimalist black silk tunic beneath. "Go take your kingdom," Jaxson growled low, his large hand settling flat against Liam’s lower back, pushing him firmly toward the open door. "I'm right at the rail."