Cameron Monaghan Shirtless Novels & Stories

It was quite funny to look at Cameron undressed, he thought though didn’t say as in his current mood Cameron wouldn’t get the grim humor behind Rhett’s amusement, but it was like the farmer’s tan in blood – where Cameron’s skin had been exposed by his clothing, it was washed red with blood, and undressed there were tan-lines where the blood was and where the cloth had kept it from him. “Shit,” Rhett realized that if Cameron was that gory, then he was probably worse, and looked up at where he’d been holding onto the door frame to see he’d left a rusty-looking stain on the paintwork. “Fucking hell.” He stepped in and began to strip off. “I think these clothes are straight to the bin, don’t you

“Why… why are they… are they all… shirtless?” The green-eyed man, Damon, appeared calmly behind me, shaking his head like I was the problem, as if my squeaky, panicked, human existence were the real disaster. “Relax,” he said. “They are… normal for us. Well, mostly. You’ll get used to it.”

she said happily. “What time is it in Spain?” “It’s still daytime.” “Oh, you still need to take a shower, brush your teeth, and get some sleep,” I said. Then, the camera shifted, and I suddenly saw Cameron. He was shirtless because he was changing. I did not have time to look away. Cameron and I made eye contact through the screen. He laughed in resignation and turned around. “Rachel, don’t you know that Cassia’s a lady and I’m a guy?”

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

Cameron held it protectively, pulling me against the glassy walls caging us under the running shower. His hands carefully massaged my sides, taking off my jacket. Quickly his hands went to the crop top glued on me, also taking it off along with the tiny piece of underwear gripping my chest together, instantly my bare chest was exposed. He stopped for a second, his heated gaze on me and his eyes sparkled. Cameron unzipped my pants, helping me out of it. Now I stood unclothed with my mate, under the running shower. Our bodies in each other's touch.

After making her work for some time alone, he decided to help and Catty inwardly felt grateful for the help because she knew she wasn't gonna be able to finish on time unless she got help but of course she wasn't gonna say that to him. Ramon joined her in working and they both worked in utter silence as no one was willing to say a word to each other. It was important they finish the whole thing before the briefing which would be happening the next day… They both worked for an hour without saying a word to each other when Ramon decided to do the unthinkable and began taking off his shirt right in front of her and she was greeted with a beautiful view of his abs… “What do you think you're doin

OLIVIA I woke up to find the other side of the bed empty. I sat up just at the time Cameron walked out of the closet, his hands worked up the button of the plain white shirt he wore on a neatly pressed pair of brown pants, and he looked ready to go out. My eyes slowly scanned his appearance in fascination, he absolutely looked like a demi-god, his hair was firmly held in style with his muscled arms threatening to rip off his shirt. A deep masculine voice snaps me out of my drooling. “Hey,” He flashed me a smile, his perfectly white dentition sparkled under the soft natural light that drifted through the drawn drapes on the window.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

I choke on my words. "Yes or no?" He asks, holding out the shirt he had worn today in his hands. A smile is playing on his lips. I contemplate. I'm wearing a hoodie and some skinny jeans. Would a shirt be better than choking to death on the hood of my top? Yes. "Yeah." I say softly. I'm wearing underwear, so it's not like I'll be naked. Plus, he's a lot bigger than me. Ramon grins, and tosses he shirt my way. I sit frozen when he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off leaving him in only his underwear.

After making her work for some time alone, he decided to help and Catty inwardly felt grateful for the help because she knew she wasn't gonna be able to finish on time unless she got help but of course she wasn't gonna say that to him. Ramon joined her in working and they both worked in utter silence as no one was willing to say a word to each other. It was important they finish the whole thing before the briefing which would be happening the next day… They both worked for an hour without saying a word to each other when Ramon decided to do the unthinkable and began taking off his shirt right in front of her and she was greeted with a beautiful view of his abs… “What do you think you're doin