Colby Brock Shirtless 소설 & 이야기

He gives her a dap and a bro-hug. "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder." I think. He's shirtless, in nothing but grey camo knickers, the white waistband of his underwear peeking through to say hello. Amanda doesn't even flinch, she returns the hug as if she hugs sweaty boys for a living. Then finally, it's my turn.

He was shirtless, his muscles rippled throughout his stomach and chest, I could see that he seemed to be very tense. His eyes had the expression of both need and sorrow in them. I feel like I was supposed to be afraid, he clearly is the most intimidating man I have ever seen but my body reacted differently. Butterflies filled my stomach and i was suddenly very aware of my nakedness. This man looked like a god, I wanted desperately to touch the bare tanned skin on his chest, then mentally slapped myself. What the hell was I thinking, I have never been attracted to any man before yet hear I was drooling over one of my captors, Colby's abuse must have done something to my head.

Then I looked over my shoulder at Dominic, whose chest was heaving, his eyes full of wonder as he watched me walk away. Facing forward once more, I marveled at the sight that was Colby Docks. He was in a traditional, black, two-piece suit, his blond hair slicked back. He wore a purple tie that somehow made his eyes look bluer. “Wow, look who cleans up nice,” I said as I approached him. His jaw was basically on the floor. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he whispered. “What?” I said with mock-innocence. “You know very well fucking what,” he retorted in another whisper. “Holy shit. And I thought you looked hot in a swimsuit.”

I ambled toward him and observed him from head to foot. This shape-shifter, Col, was the same height as I was. His blond hair was like a wave, and it reached his shoulders. If he didn't have a small beard on his chin, I could mistake him for a woman. He was wearing a simple white fitted shirt that complimented his strong arms. His long legs, which were covered with rugged jeans, were rounded and with muscles; I could tell either he was also a warrior who trained a lot or exercising was his favorite hobby. He cleared his throat when he noticed I was staring at him.

Then he looked down into Nora’s eyes and saw the misery there and he knew why Cole was giving the little sub another chance to speak out. She shook her head and Cole’s gaze hardened. “Take off your top,” he ordered. She was wearing a loose, sleeveless top and short skirt. Nora gaped at Cole, her jaw dropping open. From what Damien knew, this particular sub wasn’t comfortable being naked. But she pulled off her top without a word, revealing a lacy, red bra. Far racier lingerie than Damien had assumed would be underneath her rather modest clothing. “And the bra, Nora.” She hesitated for a long moment.

I would give her some time, but I might have to ask Colby to ask his wolf to reach out to her. As I look to Colby, he brings over some clothes for me to slip on. Sweatpants, a tank top, and cardigan sweater. I guess there’ll be no skinny jeans for me in the next couple days, I think chuckling. Colby looks at me wondering what I’m laughing at, when I tell him, he just laughs and says, “I’d prefer you with no clothes on, so this works perfectly for me.”.

Then she unbuttoned his soggy cotton shirt, keeping her eyes on his until she had to strip the material down his riding arm. Once he stood bare-chested in front of her, she saw the bruises on his ribcage, under his ribs and everywhere across his upper torso. Purple and black splotches that looked like smears of dirt, but she knew were smudges of blood and broken tissue—a “rodeo tattoo” courtesy of rough stock. “It ain’t as bad as it looks,” he said softly. She couldn’t say a word, lest she start bawling. As she rolled down his jeans, Colby sucked in another harsh breath. She realized he had another half-moon-shaped bruise the size of a softball on his inner left thigh. And a contusion by his

She sensed that he was in a bad mood tonight, for whatever reason. "Was it a bad networking session tonight?" she asked. "It was good," Bryce said nonchalantly. His eyes were cold. He still refused to look at her. Holly didn't move. Bryce took off his shoes. He slowly pulled off his tie, flinging it onto the shoe rack. He unbuttoned the top half of his shirt, revealing his sexy collarbones. Holly's gaze lingered momentarily on his neck. His muscles were clearly defined. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly ever so seductively.

There he was. Richard Barton. Tall. Wet. Shirtless. A towel hung from one hand as he ran it through his damp hair, water trickling down his sculpted torso. Each drop slid past defined abs, across inked skin, over the sharp V-line that disappeared into— Oh. My. God. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes involuntarily dropped—then widened in full-blown panic. He wasn't wearing anything. Annabelle's brain short-circuited like someone yanked the main power switch. Her scream tore out before she could stop it. She spun around, slapped her hands over her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut in horror.

But I was also wetter than I had any right to be. I carefully slipped out from under Jake’s arm, pulled on my sundress with nothing underneath, and tiptoed out of the room. I needed water. Or air. Or something to calm the storm between my legs. The hallway was dark. I was halfway to the kitchen when a deep voice stopped me cold. “Couldn’t sleep, little virgin?” Cole stepped out of the shadows near the stairs, shirtless, wearing only low-hanging sweatpants. His muscular torso and tattoos were clearly visible in the dim light. He looked even bigger up close.