Colby Brock Shirtless Novels & Stories

“And let’s get out there some time recently somebody comes slamming on the entryway and catches you with your pants hanging open.” “Ach. We’re wolves, Bronaugh. They see my uncovered arse all the time.” “Yeah, but they’ll moreover be seeing my uncovered tits.” She nearly snickered at the speed at which he dropped her and gotten up her shirt from where it had fallen to the floor. He bobbled with it until she took it from him and pulled it back over her head. She was still braless, but the shirt was Marc’s and hence colossal on her. It seem for all intents and purposes be a dress. But it was thick sufficient and dull sufficient to cover her, and he’d guaranteed her they’d get a few modern dres

Is it often passerbys would come in lacking foot coverage? “No shirt. No service.” She nodded at the back wall where there was a handful of shirts hanging on a rusted old Z rack. He found one men’s large it was the only one that wasn’t pink. The shirt was black and had the shape of North Carolina on it and it read Come on and Raise up. Well then. This is it I guess. He turned to the clerk grinned and put the shirt on. It was a tad snug on his biceps and he felt ridiculous. He looked in the reflection of the drink cooler and he looked like something from a wrestling poster.

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

Jake stripped down to his boxers next, the outline of his cock thick and pressing against the material, hard enough that it tented obviously, and he adjusted himself without shame, grinning at me as he did. Tom lost his shirt on the following turn, pulling it off to reveal his chiseled chest and abs, sweat already beading on his skin from the warmth building in the room, his pants low on his hips showing the V of muscle leading down. Lena ended up down to her bra and thong, bending over to pour another round of shots, her ass cheeks fully on display, round and firm, the thong string disappearing between them, and I could not help staring, my mouth watering at the sight.

there were shirtless boys walking around everywhere. "Time to lose girls" Dylan's voice dripped from behind as he wrapped his arms around our shoulders. If he's playing nice I don't mind at all being nice to him. Vess took her clothes off only remaining in her bathing suit. She is in light pink, looking like a model while Dylan removed his T-shirt. His body was also that built but Nothing is in front of Cole's. Shutup. I hissed. Damn! My inner voice.

I want to protest, but the conversation wouldn't stop if I did, so I disrobe and wear an ice shirt. God, his cologne is all over this shirt!

They fucked with the wrong SUV. Finally, the rogues were killed. Colt shifted back and opened the back of the SUV. Pulling out a duffle bag, he tossed me two shirts before handing out shorts. Emmy and I went behind a tree and shifted back. The t-shirts were massive and covered the main parts but I still felt exposed. “You okay?” I asked the chick Jacob brought with us. Her tiny figure was crouched down as if trying to look like the dirt she was laying in. Two leaves covered her face.

ARRETT Xavier standing there shirtless shouldn’t be a big deal because we’ve all seen him without a shirt a thousand times. But right now with the context of what we’re about to do, it feels different. Nobody moves for what feels like a full minute. Then Nash stands up and pulls off his own shirt like he’s ripping off a band-aid. “Fuck it. We’re doing this.” Cole is still standing by the pool table looking like he’s reconsidering every life choice that led to this moment. “How does this even work? Do we just all—”

“Anything for you sweet girl. You just keep looking out for our pack, and their happiness.” “I’ll try.” “I know you’ll do wonderful things. Now it looks like Colby is up in the tank first.” I turned around in Rowen’s arms to watch the show. Colby had stripped off his shirt, shoes, and socks. I was almost surprised he kept his pants on, but I was thankful. Lexi grabbed three large softballs, and lined up. “Come on Lexi pie. Lets see what you’ve got.” Colby jeered, and he flexed his muscles.

Dahlia Carrington ~•~ It turned out that the slutty set he had gotten for me wasn’t the main deal. It consisted of a pair of bra and panties as well as a top that ended just below my breasts and a mini skirt that had half of my ass out so that the panties were peaking out. They were all in pink and it made me feel like one of the Barbies; like a true doll. I was tempted to just take it off and tell Damon I wasn’t interested because I knew the implications of such clothing and I was still shy at heart but I waved it off. I owed him for that night and it was his birthday.