Bradley Steven Perry Shirtless Novels & Stories

His body was only covered in a short towel without a top so that his muscular upper body looked perfect. “Your parents have already returned from the market. I was so scared mixed with surprise, so I hid behind the lounger,” she said, picking up a bright yellow T-shirt. A look of surprise was clearly visible on Alpha Addy's face. Then he picked up a T-shirt and casual shorts. Without any embarrassment, He took off the towel attached to his muscular waist in front of Serry. Then put on his clothes quickly. “I have to get out of here quickly,” Serry said in a somewhat panicked tone. The Omega wears Addy's big t-shirt that is up to half a thigh long.

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

One man said out. All of them started teasing and laughing even louder at the wimpy looking man while the other males started taking off another layer from their clothing. Some were already shirtless and were left with their boxers on. From the corner of my eye, Nick is starting to pull off his shirt from his head and all the other females were squealing. Ugh, I know he's hot. Stop drooling over what's mine. I stared at Penny, who was already left wearing her red bra and mini skirt on. I hate how she touches Nick's chest like that. Alec, who's also shirtless, stared at me with a wicked smile on his face. "I never had sex with someone else in my sibling's room." Another guy called out.

"Now it's your turn. Take your shirt and jeans off. You can leave your underwear on, however." Sure thing," replied Steve as he looked at Gwen and saw her and her sisters smiling. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Next he turned his back to the Anderson family and began to lower his jeans. Unknown to anyone, Steve had hooked his thumbs into his underwear as well and lowered them with his jeans for a short distance. "Actually, I went commando today and don't have any underwear on. I hope that doesn't make any difference, Amber," stated Steve with a straight face as his butt slowly came into view.

I watched as he brought out more cans, and I brought out my phone. “Do you need a picture?” “I know what a parrot looks like, Leah. I can handle this.” I watched as he brought out a pencil. He dropped it on the tablet and took a step back. To my surprise, he began to undo his buttons. I watched as he slipped his shirt off. He was in a white vest. His muscles bulged, and I watched as his abs drew lines on his singlet. His head was bent down, and his untied hair covered his face.

He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain. But right now, looking at Jonny Weaver shirtless, I’m speechless. My throat is the Sahara desert, my heart is beating like I ran ten kilometers, and let’s not talk about what’s going on downstairs and leave it that Jonny Weaver shirtless is a turn-on. This is wrong on many levels. First and foremost, I have a mate somewhere in Bloodmoon. ‘Get your head out of your ass and take a deep breath.’ Sara instructed.

I lightly smacked his bare chest. After we got married, I found out about his shirtless habit in the house. He also preferred to wear training pants, sometimes only boxer briefs. The kids often protested seeing their daddy wandering around the house shirtless and asked me to buy clothes for him. All I have to do is laugh and nod to make them stop protesting. “This kind of pervert you still like.” Alpha Rey kissed my lips and gave them a soft lick. I groaned in annoyance as he released his intoxicating kiss.

Pamela struggled to hide her groan. Before them stood a shirtless DJ. His left hand clung tightly onto the handle of a tool box. He looked as though he was pulled out from the covers of men's magazines. His strong muscled chest, oily with sweat and his well defined chisel Adonis V was a sight to behold. Ashley swallowed. She had never seen him shirtless. She had never seen him this indecently sexy. “Ashley?” DJ called, surprise filled his tone. “DJ, I think -” A feminine voice called from behind Ashley and Pamela.

Whoever said boys are pigs was extremely right! "Are there any sandwiches left?. I'm starving" Tyler asks and without uttering a word,Kyle points at the third plate filled with sandwiches. I watch as Tyler leans forward to grab the plate from the counter and that's when I notice the armband wrapped tightly around the bare skin of his arm. My eyes also shift down to his clothes and that's when it dawns on me that he had gone out to jog because he's now putting on black shorts with a sweatshirt hanging loosely on his bare shoulder along with a headband tied around his head, pushing his already messy hair backwards.

When we step back into the open area, the cold air hits my skin again, and I can hear the sound of skates cutting across the ice. As we approach the others, Shantel takes a sharp breath. “Wow…” he mutters under his breath, but loud enough for me to hear. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, and yeah… his mouth is slightly open, his eyes fixed directly on Treyvon like he just saw something life changing. I follow his gaze for a second. Treyvon is still shirtless, his jersey hanging off his shoulders, his chest rising and falling steadily. His abs are on full display, defined enough to make it obvious he hasn’t been slacking all these years.