Windbreaker Jay Novels & Stories

I can't figure out why he looks so pissed until he gets very close and my gaze falls on the sealed metal bracers on his wrists and throat. I know plenty of things about shifters, and I know that bracers on any part of their body is seen as a severe insult to their inner animals. Utterly humiliating. I'm not the only one who notices Jayan's new accessory, as another nearby shifter gasps. "What the hell? Jay, did they actually-" the Noble begins. "Swallow it down," Jayan snarls before stopping beside me and folding his arms like a kid in his early-tantrum stage.

she finished and Jay stared at her like he was a million thoughts away. “Zazel?” Jay asked and Mj nodded, “didn’t you listen, Beth said the marks on that walker were his brand or something,” she added waving her hand and Jay went pale shaking his head, “if that’s true Em we gotta find him, we gotta, we gotta,” he began and suddenly Moxie appeared behind the distressed hunter. Wrapping his long, tattooed arms around Jay, Moxie buried his face into the other man’s neck and crooned in satisfaction. “You smell like lunch,” he slurred slightly and both Jay and Mj chuckled, “like lunch hu?” Jay mused and Moxie nodded as he hummed again and playfully nipped at the crook of Jay’s collar, “yea, I wan

With a gentle turn of his wrist, the lock clicked open. "A little tired is an understatement," Jay murmured, turning back to face me. He reached into the wide pocket of his sweatpants and pulled out a small, circular tin made of polished silver. He held it out to me. "Here. Take this." I blinked, looking at the small tin in confusion. "What is it?" "It is a specialized herbal muscle balm," he explained, his lips curling into a very faint, gentle shadow of a smile. "I use it after my morning jogs when my muscles get locked up. It helps with the pain. Trust me."

"You took me off the street and gave a chance to someone everyone else would've called trash. We'll get your girl back." The others nodded their agreement. Jay jerked his head in acknowledgment. "Make sure you're all wearing vests." "You too, boss." Jay wordlessly put on the vest his guy handed over. If anything happened to Allie he wanted to live long enough to burn Li Wei's organization to the ground before following her into death. He accepted a sidearm and listened as they went over each detail again with deadly precision. Jay listened intently, his eyes never leaving the horizon, his tattooed fingers tightening on his weapon.

It fit perfectly. “Perfect fit,” I said. He turned his wrist, inspecting it, “Thank you, Jay.” “You’re welcome.” I smiled, feeling warm all over. “Wait… I got other stuff too.” He arched his brow. “Oh?” I reached into one of the other bags and pulled out the crocs, “For both of us too.” He took it without speaking, eyes never leaving mine. “Another one,” I announced as I pulled out a hoodie. Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back.

Stone had kept his word, but the result was almost more terrifying than if they had just worn their full leather gear. Outside the large glass windows of the bakery, parked directly across the street in the bright morning sun, were Jax and Relax. The heavy, customized choppers they rode were impossible to hide, the chrome pipes glinting fiercely against the asphalt. Instead of their full black leather cuts, they were wearing plain, heavy black t-shirts and dark denim jeans. But a plain t-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, terrifying reality of who they were. The black fabric stretched dangerously tight across Jax’s massive, scarred shoulders and broad chest, his thick arms com

It was still pouring buckets, but at least the wind had stopped. Jay waved goodbye at them and closed the doors, rubbing his arms with a chill, happy to know he’d be out of there in a few hours. Even if he couldn’t reach the ranch right away, the promise of a bed, a good meal and hot water was enough to cheer him up.

, he gestures pointing to himself then back at Jay. "Yep.", he chuckled. -- And truth be told, Jay did brought Iandor back to the hideout the next morning. "well Alfie was right, you do look really good in my scarf.", Jay informed, tightening the scarf around Iandor’s neck. The rosy colour on his cheeks was his only response towards the younger. Little do they know, snowflakes were dancing around them in the wind, getting some in both Jay and Iandor’s hair. The elder dips his head backwards and closes his eyes as he enjoys the cool icy frost lands over his face.

“I hate them.” Jay’s eyes soften, and he lets out a breath. His shoulders relax once he realizes there’s no real danger. “It's okay, princess. The storm can't hurt you.” When I keep standing there uncertainly, Jay looks up at me, his eyes sweeping over me from head to toe. I blush when I realize I'm wearing nothing but a tiny tank top and a pair of panties. It's what I sleep in, and I didn't think twice about what I was wearing before I skittered over here like a frightened mouse.

That’s why in every step we take, we must be very careful because we don’t always get a second chance to fix what we break. “Mommy, are you alright?” I quickly wiped my tears and turned around. I smiled as I saw my sweet Jay, walking in with the biggest smile on his face. He looked so handsome in his tiny cream suit with golden buttons and a burgundy bow tie. His hair was neatly styled and his shiny black shoes made little tap-tap sounds on the wooden floor as he walked closer, melting my heart with joy. “I’m fine, honey,” I replied, pulling him into my arms and planting kisses on both of his cheeks.