Jake Ryan Now Novels & Stories

Ryan asked, emerging from behind with Marcus at his side. Jake shook his head, a small smirk forming on his lips. “I swear, you two need to start dating,” he remarked playfully, scoffing before returning to the rhythm of the music. “As for Vale, he needed to tend to something important, so we can leave without him. He’ll meet us back at home,” Jake explained as he began to dance to the beat the DJ was spinning, letting the music wash over them and momentarily pushing aside the weight of the night. Marcus watched, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him. He appreciated Ryan’s presence but couldn’t shake the turmoil inside, knowing that his connection with Evelyn was far more complicated

Ryan worked endless hours as a corporate lawyer, leaving me—a graphic designer who worked from home—aching for more than quick missionary sessions and a pat on the head. Ryan had surprised me by inviting his best friend Jake along. “It’ll be fun, babe. Jake’s been stressed with his tech startup. We can all unwind.” I smiled and agreed, but deep down, a forbidden flutter stirred in my belly. Jake. Thirty-three, tall and powerfully built with broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and piercing blue eyes that always seemed to linger a second too long. His dark hair was perpetually tousled, and that cocky grin hid a dangerous confidence. I’d known him since college, back when he and Ryan were inseparab

"He's the one with the thin walls, so blame him for our nosiness." "Not my fault the building has terrible soundproofing," Jake protested, standing to shake my hand. His grip was warm, friendly, devoid of the power-play testing that some wolves used. "Nice to officially meet you, neighbor. And sorry about the walls." "It's fine. I'll try to keep my dramatic moments quieter." "Or louder," suggested another guy, this one with dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Give us something entertaining to listen to. I'm Ryan, by the way."

I repeated. "Apparently he made a compelling argument about formation tactics and assigned targets," Dante said. There was something in his voice that wasn't quite dry humor but was adjacent to it. I said nothing for a moment. Then I turned and walked back toward the house. Jack POV Ryan found me in the east wing at eleven forty-two. I was sitting on the floor again. Back against the wall. Knees up. Old habit. Floors felt safer than furniture when things were uncertain. Lower center of gravity. More options for movement.

Tall, cocky, with a reputation for being almost as dominant as Ryan. Ryan pulls out and walks to the door. He reaches over to unlock the door, and my eyes widen in horror. "Ryan, what are you doing—" The door swings open. Jake steps inside, freezes, and stares. There I am, half naked and bent over my desk, while Ryan's cock is still out of his pants. Jake's shock melts into a slow, hungry grin that makes my stomach flip. "Fuck me," he breathes. "You weren't kidding about her being a desperate little slut for her students."

" I stood and took her hand. "Let me touch you. Right now. Close your eyes and think of one person. I'll tell you who's in your heart." She pulled her hand back. Not hard. Just final. "Jake Jensen, enough. If you have a problem with Ryan, say it to me. He has a girlfriend. Stop making stuff up. It's not fair to him." She grabbed her jacket and walked out. I stood there for a long time, my hand still frozen where hers had been.

They fell asleep like that, bodies warm against each other. In the middle of the night, Lena woke up to use the bathroom. When she came back, she saw Jake and Ryan both awake, talking quietly. They stopped when she entered. “Is everything okay?” she asked. Jake looked at her. “We were just saying that we both really enjoyed tonight. But Ryan has something to tell you.” Ryan looked a little nervous. “Before we go any further tomorrow… there’s something you should know about me.” He paused, then continued. “I’ve done this before. With two other people. Last year. It ended badly because one person caught feelings and it became messy. I don’t want that to happen here.”

Blake snapped at James. James took a step back. Glanced at Selene and then to Blake. "My apologies," he said as he vowed his head a bit. He offered his hand for Blake to shake. "My name is James, I am the new alpha to the Blood Moon Pack." He said, Blake glanced at him. He clenched his jaw tighter, his eyes going darker, his hands folded before his chest, "That didn't answer my question.... why are you bothering my wife?" He asked trying to maintain himself from launching at James.

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"