Cameron Monaghan Shirtless Novels & Stories

She shook her head with a teasing smile, denying him. He toyed with the exposed nípple, then carefully pulled the cord of her top loose. The piece fell aside, leaving Vivienne bare beneath the bubbling water. Cameron submerged his head, lapping and teasing her nípples, and she moaned softly, shifting slightly and realizing he, like the rest of us, was completely naked. “What the hell, Cameron?” she asked. “Where is your suit?” “About that,” he said casually. “We went jungle style.”

He all but slammed the door behind him as he went outside, deliberately drawing the girl’s eyes to him and stripping off his top and jeans in front her. Heath saw the girl blush, her eyes dropping to her sketch pad before lifting again as if she couldn’t resist looking. Cameron was a sight to behold, his body still lanky from youth but beginning to fill in nicely with muscle from football and his work on the farm, and his skin bronzed by the sun. “He’s pissed,” Rhett said softly.

That didn’t answer anything. But he kept walking. Towards the locker room. The locker room was too quiet. Too empty. Too… charged. “I’ll wait outside,” I said quickly. “No.” Of course not. I exhaled, turning slightly away as he moved. Then... Fabric shifted. I made the mistake of glancing back. And immediately regretted it. Damon had already pulled his shirt off, completely unbothered, like this was normal. Like I was the strange one for reacting. I turned away fast, squeezing my eyes shut.

Chapter 3 I’m sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when Camden comes down the steps.I glance up from the couch and my eyes bug out when I see he isn’t wearing shirt and only grey sweatpants that hang low on his defined hips, showing a perfectly carved V that I know leads to a very big cock. I’m not sure what to focus on. His pecs, curved and muscular, or his abs, all eight of them, or the way his cock swings against the thin grey fabric as he comes down the steps.

“Sit down. Regain your strength.” I turned, startled. And froze. Ronan was shirtless. He had shrugged off his soaked shirt and wrung it once before draping it over a jagged rock The flickering shadows of the cave fire danced over his sun-kissed skin and defined abs, each muscle carved like stone. The sight made my breath catch in my throat. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

Hell, why am I wearing it when he knows that I know that this is his favorite dress? I’m pathetic. Damn it, I should have worn something he hates. I close my eyes in disgust at my inability to play it cool already. I blow out a breath and reapply my lip gloss before I head downstairs. I find Cameron and Owen standing near the front door, waiting for me. Cameron’s eyes glance up and glow with affection when he sees me coming down the stairs He’s wearing army green cargo pants and a black V-neck T-shirt with a puffy sports kind of vest unzipped. His usual expensive trendy get up. His dark hair is a mass of unruly, messy curls and his big lips are an appealing shade of come fuck me.

"No offence King Kanyon, but why are we here in your office wearing our pyjamas at 6 in the morning?" Cameron sought. “I'm taking a break from training Theo today, so I was thinking about catching some extra sleep, not walking around here tempting these she-Lycans in my man-string. Look how sexy I look in this thing.” Cameron turned his butt around so King Kanyon and the others could take a look at his bare ass. Alpha Daniel quickly spun his head away and shut his eyes, biting on his lips to keep himself from laughing.

"I can do this. How hard can it be?" "Famous last words," Ploy muttered. The Next Day - Campus Coffee Shop I was sitting in the corner of the coffee shop, nursing my third cup of coffee and trying to work up the courage to walk across campus to the garage, when I saw him. Kamon was in line at the counter, looking tired and gorgeous in a simple black t-shirt. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd been running his hands through it, and he had that serious expression he always wore when he thought no one was watching.

Cameron left me at the door of Kaius’s room. I wanted to ask him at that moment why he never called me, why he kept his distance from me on my sixteenth birthday. But I couldn’t bring myself to ask him all the questions that I wanted, so I let him go. I heaved a sigh of relief before I opened the door. I didn’t expect to see a shirtless man in front of me with just his boxers on, a towel around his neck, wet dark hair, and strong arms.

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.