Bull Shifters Shirt Novels & Stories

Jace dresses me up in another scandalous number and takes me to Club Shameless. This time it’s a very short strapless bodycon dress. It comes to just below my butt cheeks and has horizontal slits all the way up both sides that stretch from front to back. It’s a royal blue in color, and is still more than what others are wearing, if you can believe that. I’m also wearing a matching pair of six-inch heels.

He landed in a crouch, head swinging, searching for the intruder. Clad in black from head to toe, the shifter menace was already at work. Ricky startled the culprit as they straightened from the cot, the glinting tip of a needle projecting from the hand that had administered a drug to the sleeping shifter. It seemed the bear had gone from singing to sleeping while Ricky made love to his woman.

"Hey, wait!" He doesn't stop, we're at the edge of the pool. "No, wait! I'm not with extra clothes! At least let me take off my shirt..." Too late. He grins wickedly as he nudges me to my downfall, I resurface from the cool water spluttering for air. He jumps in as well. "How can I go home with these wet clothes? I told you not to!" "You make such an easy target to bully; I couldn't resist. Don't worry, I can lend you some of my clothes."

"Is that another shirt? What is that?" She shrugged off her shirt, then plucked at the tight, stretchy garment beneath. "What, this? It's a tactical compression shirt. It squeezes pretty tight, keeps my lady parts from getting in the way. Plus it keeps all the horny boys around here from staring quite as hard." There doesn't appear to be a lot to stare at, I almost said. Officer Barbour took off the tactical compression shirt. I stared. Hard.

' She thought to herself. 'Ok then. I guess it's time we get out girls.' Talking about the devil, Carolina came out of her hiding spot with a baseball bat on her left hand swinging it back and forth. At Carolina's voice, all of her other minions came out of their hiding place and encircled the couple. Most of them had things in their hands. Rachel had enormous rings in each of her fingers. Leah had cameras in her hand. She was filming the whole thing. Sasha was wearing black boots that added two to three inches to her height.

I further, not understanding. “Tsk! It's called distressed! It’s so in right now! We have to come up with a look,” she states. I make a face. She then bursts out laughing at my confusion, but only shakes her head as she pulls a shirt over my head. There are words on the shirt, and it only confuses me further. I’ve never seen such a thing. Is it the name of the tailor? “The Wild Wolverines” are a popular sports team, high school football. They’re a big deal. This is what shifters are into, especially younger male ones. You’ll have to learn about it,” Sunny insists.

I grinned, wondering if Alex would accept my gift for him—a couple's shirt. "Billy, Jack. You both can take it, too. It's on me," I said when I saw the look on their faces. I'm sure Billy is thinking about Sarah and Jack, his wife. I chose the black-and-white shirt—black for Alex and white for me—with a half-heart printed on each one. When you put the t-shirt together, the heart becomes whole. I chose this shirt because it wasn't as apparent as the same color. With Alex's status, I don't want him to feel uncomfortable wearing it. I also bought a couple of bracelets, hoping he will like them.

Bull. A fitted gray t-shirt molded to his torso and muscles shifted as he moved. Graceful. Efficient. For such a large man, he was quiet as a mouse and unimposing. His well-worn jeans hung low on his hips and she tilted her head, enjoying the way his butt filled the denim. He'd forgone the black baseball cap he usually wore. She studied the back of his bald head, wondering why he shaved it. Not that she minded. He rocked the look. "Do you need my help carting something or are you just watching me for the hell of it?"

He backed up to the door and pulled it ajar, letting the bullies enter. Jayce tutted and shook his head as he passed. He was at least a head taller than the rest of them and had fists the size of boulders. Everyone knew this guy was an animal when it came to fighting. It was the consensus that if you got targeted you rolled up and played dead, much like the protocol for a bear attack. "I'm sorry, okay?" Alfie cried. "I'm sorry. I only went with her because she bought me stuff. I don't even like her."

“You look like you’re ready for a scout meeting.” The fabric must have a sense of humor, because another change happened. Something that looked like an embossed badge appeared on the chest of the shirt. She bent closer to see it, but Ryland must’ve been the one to read it first, because he started laughing. “What does it say?” asked Eli. “Werewolf killer.” Eli grumbled, glaring at the shirt for a moment before shrugging. “Tell that thing I’m not a werewolf. I’m a shifter.”