Colby Brock Shirtless Novels & Stories

The public humiliation, the family abandonment, the starvation, the loneliness. "I'm tougher than I look." Something in my voice makes her nod. "Good. You start tonight. Wear black pants and comfortable shoes. I'll provide the shirt." Just like that, I have a job. ****** That night, Mel hands me a blue t-shirt with 'Mel's Place' printed across the front and a white apron.

Colt eventually came into the office, grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me out into the main garage. “Dax,” Colt called out, smirking. “Got a little bonus for you today.” Dax straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag, and his eyes widened when he saw me standing there in nothing but one of Colt’s oversized, grease-stained work shirts. “Fuck me,” Dax muttered, staring at my bare legs. “This the teacher you’ve been keeping back here?” “Yeah,” Colt said, yanking the shirt open to expose my naked body. “She’s been a very good girl. Thought you might want a taste.”

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

He paused at the foot of the bed and cast Emily a brooding stare before he walked over to the chair by the window shrugging off his waistcoat, he draped it on it, and then he was pulling off his hessian boots. Cole yanked on his shirt and pulled it off from his breeches. He considered pulling off the shirt from his body entirely, but then he remembered Emily, and he wanted to preserve her modesty, but then on a second thought pulled off the shirt entirely, revealing a well-toned stomach and a muscular chest. If he had been staying alone, he would have removed all his clothes until he was left in nothing. He liked to sleep in the nude on most occasion but seeing that he was with Emily, he had

I needed something — anything — to stop replaying that dream. I turned on the small light above the washing machine and started sorting my clothes. The rhythmic sound of the machine starting up was oddly comforting. I leaned against the dryer, arms crossed, and let out a slow breath. I didn’t hear him come in. “Harper?” I jumped, turning around quickly. Colton stood in the doorway, one hand resting on the frame. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest and stomach were defined, with a light trail of hair disappearing beneath the waistband. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, like he’d just finished working out in the home gym

He said in amazement. I know that voice anywhere and I looked back at him with the same expression. "Colby," I said breathlessly. Colby standing looks like he is about 5'8, with broad muscular shoulders underneath the leather jacket that seems to match mine. Caramel brown eyes that illuminate in the sunlight. His sun-kissed skin was bronze from the sun, and lips that look so soft that my lips would melt against his. What am I saying? I shouldn't be thinking things like this.

The sight was enough to melt me on the spot. The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering neon beer sign on the wall. Nolan was sprawled across the bed, his long legs hanging off the edge. He was shirtless, his tanned skin glowing in the low light, showing off the hard ridges of his abs and the ink on his forearms. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white Tommy Hilfiger briefs, and my eyes traitorously dropped to how huge he looked in that tight fabric.

“Yup,” Colton was too tired to keep talking, but the guys found this new revelation rather intriguing. They followed Colton into his room as he went into the en-suite closet. The closet housed hundreds of his best suits and clothes. Colton took off his suit and grabbed something comfier to wear. He settled for a plain white t-shirt and some slacks. “So you’re saying you left the party with the Ascott girl?” Jackson asked. Colton only gave him a bored stare as he took off his tired shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted body and the tattoos running down his arm. As if he understood what was happening, Jackson suddenly nudged Levi’s elbow and nodded his head.

He pushed his hair out of his face. "Holy crap this water is cold," he gasped. I smirked at him as he walked out of the water completely drenched. His shirt stuck to his body and became see through. "Dude when did you get so strong?" Brody asked when I stood up. I shrugged and felt a cold rush on my back. I see Jacob shirtless and see his shirt clinging onto mine. "Jacob you dumbass," I scowled and threw it back at him. I felt my shirt being lifted off on me and a warm one being put on my body. The scent of Titis seeped our of the clothing.

Damnit, whatever the hell he’s done to me, after two days of not being able to put my hands on him, it’s like every nerve in my body is on fire for him. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” I snap out of it and realize the tailor is gone and a practically naked Colt is grinning at me. With the tailor packing the tuxedo up, Colt’s just standing there in tight black boxers and not a stitch else. “Oh, can I?” I whip my phone out, half expecting him to tell me to knock if off. Instead, he just grins, hooks a thumb into his boxers, and pulls them down.