Billy Hargrove Shirtless Novels & Stories

Harper, wearing only pants, flaunted his bare chest and abs without a care. "Why won't you call me your husband? You're so tough about it. Or are you saving that title for someone else?"

Billy checked her out thoroughly. Instead of her strict office suit, Stephanie was wearing a black t-shirt with a funny print, a very tight pair of jeans, that were fitting her perfectly exposing her spectacular legs, and a pair of white sneakers. For the first time, Billy saw her hair falling freely on her shoulders and her back. All of a sudden, Billy felt the urge of running his fingers through that sea of ​​hazel silk. Man, she was absolutely gorgeous in that casual outfit… How come he never really saw her up to that moment?

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

I cried as I looked down at him in frustration. His brows furrowed as he lifted his head up towards me. “They’ve been here for awhile. They were just waiting for you to go inside.” He stated as he gently set me down onto the ground. I looked around him and furrowed my brows. The men had started to take out the box’s one by one and were setting them near there truck. “Why are they shirtless?” I asked as my cheeks got red. They had just all had shirts on, how did they have time to take them off. Plus it was not hot, so what were they doing.

They were red bottoms, and I slowly stood up, stretching my arms out on either side of me. "Sir Vector said we should add a detachanble skirt to the dress so it looks formal for the event." I turned, then immediately nodded. It was black and was a large, beautiful skirt. I watched as they put it around me, then showed me how to take it off. It still left my legs open, and I gave Hillary a pose, one which she clapped excitedly to, her smile big and genuine. "I see Hillary is getting a show before I do." I turned to Vector. He was wearing black pants and a black belt, but was shirtless , his hands tucked into his pockets.

Hargrove suddenly frowned. “Wait,” she said gently. Her hand touched my shoulder. “What happened here?” I turned slightly toward the mirror and saw red marks dotted faintly across my back. Rashes. I typed slowly. "I don’t know." Then added another message. "They’re on my chest too." Mrs. Hargrove’s concern deepened. “Show me.” I hesitated only briefly before removing the bra I had just put on. I went naked and she studied the irritated skin carefully, her expression thoughtful.

Alpha Harlan didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even acknowledge I was there. He just peeled off his bloody shirt right in front of me, tossing it aside. The fabric landed on the floor with a soft thud, already half-dry and crusted with dark red blood. His skin was smeared with it—streaks across his arms, his chest, even up his neck. It looked gruesome, like he’d been in a savage fight. Or like he’d turned Naomi into a victim of one. My stomach flipped again, a mix of fear and unwanted curiosity bubbling up.

Because somewhere along the line, she'd told herself it would be harmless. “Close the door behind you.” Harvey's voice was low and strained. Chloe obeyed, pushing the door shut with a soft click. When she turned, she froze at the sight of him. Harvey had his back to her, shrugging out of his shirt. Her breath caught. But then he turned, and her heart dropped to her stomach. There was a thick bandage wrapped around his side. It was stained through with blood that Chloe wondered how his shirt had remained clean.

I took a deep breath and answered calmly, "Hank, Luis told me to wake you up for breakfast. He said you still have work later, so don't be late." There was a muffled ‘oh’ from inside, and he said to give him a minute. Hearing that, I went back to the table and continued eating. Not long after, there was movement at Hank's door. I looked up and froze. Hank walked out, shirtless. The moment I saw the marks across his chest and back, those long, overlapping scratches, my heart tightened again. Seriously? Luis was right there, yet Hank still would not even put on a shirt. What was wrong with him?

The rain will stop soon. I turned my head to Hogan, about to ask him how long it would take us to reach the pack. But when I looked back, I saw him taking his shirt off. My eyes naturally fell on those tanned skin and six-pack abs. It wasn’t my first time seeing his upper body. But with everything I did, my body reacted. ‘Don’t be silly! Hogan needed to wrinkle his shirt because it was wet!’ Talking about my shirt off, I think I need to take my shirt off. It’s dripping wet.