Chase Hudson Shirtless Novels & Stories

“What is it?” He shrugged, already walking over to a table lined with brushes. “Still figuring it out.” Then, without warning, he reached behind him and tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it aside like it was no big deal. Except it was. A big big deal. I blinked. Twice. The last time I was in here, he’d been in his black hoodie and ripped jeans. Now? Shirtless Zade was a thing. Defined arms, lean but strong torso, and tattoos. Ink bloomed over his shoulder, winding down his back like smoke. Black and sharp and beautiful. I didn’t know what any of the symbols meant, but I wanted to trace them with my fingers.

It caught my eye from down the journal aisle and I had to buy it. Hudson wraps his hand around my phone and places it on the small coffee table in front of the couch. Then without even asking me, he sits down in my space. I eye his black polo shirt with the pelican stretched tight. How many of those did he pack? And did they shrink or does he buy his shirts a size too small? "So, this ex-boyfriend who was fired, you want to put his name in here?"

Chase. As devastatingly handsome as ever. He’s dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up carelessly. Hem tucked into white tailored pants hugging his frame. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a sliver of warm skin and hard chest beneath. “Chase…” I breathe. His eyes lock onto mine instantly. “Hi, Kitten.” A small smile tugs at his mouth.

At this point, I was pretty good at detecting the presence of something. I carefully emerged from the bramble bush and took a look around before shifting to my human form. I was standing there in my tattered dirty white breeches with pouches and weapons hanging around my black belt. My upper body was covered in many light-colored shirts and a black cloth hanging loosely around my neck. I take that I may look a little bit like an assassin. My backpack appeared along with me when I shifted.

The damp tendrils of my hair clung to the towel I used, a makeshift accessory on my journey downstairs. "You will stumble in what you do." The resonance of Hudson's voice reached me, a casual observation that halted my hair-drying endeavor. "Hudson, you're an early riser," I remarked, words offered almost instinctively as I appraised his morning countenance. His clear face, adorned in a black cotton sweatshirt with a white stripe design paired with rugged jeans, exuded a simple yet undeniable handsomeness. "Yeah, I woke up early," Hudson confirmed, closing the physical distance between us. "Because I was looking for a cake shop that was open at this time, and I found something. I believe we

I changed into the sweatshirt and decided not to wear any pants or shorts, why would I, there is no need, I am innocently just laying in the bed half naked before school starts, no one can force me to wear a pant, right? I laid over the bed and unlocked my phone, going through my social-media accounts and waited for Chase to come back. I couldn't help my smile when I heard the room's door gets opened. Chase walked inside, totally oblivious to my presence, his eyes focused on the phone's screen in his hand. He was wearing a black short accompanied with a white T-shirt that hugged his muscles like a second skin. Oh man, I am hungry already.

Of all the people in this club, it had to be him. Alex looked down at the disaster on his chest, jaw tight. Without a word, he released one of my arms and yanked the ruined shirt up and over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric hit the floor with a wet slap. He tossed it toward a nearby trash can like it personally offended him. He stood there shirtless under the dim hallway lights, revealing a perfectly sculpted hockey body wide shoulders, defined chest, ridges of abs that looked unreal. A faint trail of dark hair disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. He was all power and heat, and I suddenly felt smaller than ever.

Jace stayed glued in place, his pale green eyes locked with mine in a battle of desires. He eventually pushed the door and slowly removed his jacket and shirt, leaving them behind in a pile by the door. My breath trembled slightly at the sight of his naked chest. His skin was as pale as mine, and I could see the toned muscles I could only imagine under his business suits.

His broad shoulders screamed sex appeal and sent waves of heat to no-man's-land. My fingers curled under the bottom of my chair, and I squeezed my thighs together. Something black was inked on his back. I squinted to see, my mouth parted in concentration to find out anything about him. On his upper back were six small numbers from what I could tell. Chase pulled off his shirt in a dramatic way and tossed it in my dad's face. "You're on your way to laps, kid."

Chase said, reaching into the closet for a black shirt and a black three-piece coat suit. A moment later, after he got dressed, Jada took one look at how cold he looked in that suit and laughed out her nervousness, "Damn, you look dangerously hot... like a mafia boss who has murder on his mind." With a faint smile at her, Chase grabbed his watch and said, "I will be back soon." ~~~~~~~*~~~~~~ Moments later, Ben brought the black Armored Cadillac Escalade ESV to a stop in front of an all-black skyscraper.