Novel & Cerita Derek Hale Shirtless

… Derek rented a place off-campus. Over the past couple of months, I'd made plenty of trips to grab his clothes and bring them to whatever hotel he was crashing at. But this outfit? Definitely not his. He peeled the shirt off his head with a look of pure disgust, glancing between me and the fabric in his hands. "The hell is this?" In the bag was a pair of black dress pants to match.

My fingers ache, nails biting into the wood as I close the distance. I’m halfway to him when the sight of him hits me like a sledgehammer to the lungs. Hale Holt is a goddamn disaster. He’s reclined in his oversized leather chair like he owns every inch of this room, this city, this planet. Bourbon glints in the half-empty crystal glass in his right hand, the bottle beside him drained past the halfway mark. The collar of his shirt is gone—no, not just the collar. The entire thing is hanging open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, buttons undone and forgotten. His bare chest is on full display, a perfect canvas of power and corruption, covered in ink that looks like it was carved into him by demo

"It's showing us the 'prize' to see if we'll turn on each other for a fake. It wants us to be desperate. It wants us to be like them." Suddenly, the woods erupted. Derek burst through the treeline, his shirt torn, his chest heaving. He wasn't the predatory Alpha she’d seen minutes ago. He was a man running from a nightmare that no rank could protect him from. He didn't even look at the three of them; he dove for the glowing token on the ground with a guttural roar. "Derek, wait!" Leah cried.

“I thought Tris had it in the sink.” You’ve got to be kidding me. I open my mouth to say something, but Derek ends up stripping himself of the apron, and then his t-shirt. Oh, Mama, those are definitely not fake abs. His muscles and toned body are everywhere. And I have a hard time keeping my eyes to myself. Because he’s just as hot as I remember from the pool. I think I’ve forgotten how to use my jaw.

Derek stood at the island, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of tight black briefs that left almost nothing to the imagination. The fabric stuck to his thighs and the big shape of his private parts. His brown skin looked really nice in the morning light that was coming through the windows. He had shoulders and a strong stomach with those lines that form a V shape and that V shape went down into his pants. A little bit of water ran down his chest from the bottle he was drinking from. He looked like he had just gotten back from exercising his muscles were still a bit bigger, than usual. My mouth went dry. My pussy didn’t. A warmth spread through my body quickly. My body felt sensitive. My

Hale tugs his shirt off first, dropping it on the smooth stones that line the lake. Stepping away from him, I can't control my gaze as it roves over his shirtless figure. The sharp lines of his muscled torso has my throat drying, and those deep silver tattoos...I wish I knew what they depicted. "Hale!" I admonish, tugging his shoes and pants off next. "I'm not fully naked." He grins, motioning to his underwear, which I refuse to look at. "Not that you haven't seen me unclothed before."

I opened it to find Derek standing on my porch, looking more handsome than I had ever seen him before. He was wearing a simple white shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned forearms, and the collar was open, showing off his strong neck. His hair was perfectly messy, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief behind his sunglasses.

Plus, who wears a sweater to bed. Holy shit, he’s shirtless. My boss, Hale Shelton, is standing in my bedroom in sweatpants that don’t fit him, or maybe they fit too well. I hope I’m not drooling right now. I didn’t realize Hale looked like this under all his prim and proper business clothes. He didn’t have the ‘dad bod’ you’d think most men his age would have. I’m not saying he has a six-pack or anything crazy, but he’s still fit. And I will be in bed where I can touch and hopefully cuddle with him. Jackpot.

“Turn around. Look at me.” Mike obeyed, sitting back against the couch with his sweatpants bunched around his ankles, cock standing tall and angry-red, glistening with oil and precum. Derek stripped his own shirt off, revealing his powerful chest and abs shining with sweat. He poured a generous amount of baby oil over his own torso, letting it run down his muscles, then rubbed it in slowly, making his skin gleam under the TV light. His eyes never left Mike’s.

She had prepared ahead, knowing how protective her cousin could be , when it comes to the redhead. Derek muttered a thank you, before rushing to put on the clothes, a little bit embarrassed of the fact he was naked, and also the centre of attraction. But then they were family, except the ghostly apparition and the other woman, near his father, who stared at him blankly. He didn't think that she would be affected in any way, by his nudity. "Mom, how did you find us?" He asked, after getting dressed in the tennis polo and shorts.