Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV “Hey,” I heard Clay’s voice behind me as I prepared to grill the steak on the stove. I turned toward the sound, and there he was, walking into the kitchen. He was shirtless, wearing only his shorts, his skin still damp from a shower. The grime and chaos of the fight had been washed away, leaving him looking refreshed and utterly magnetic. My eyes lingered longer than they should have, tracing the lines of his muscles before I forced myself to look back at the stove.

I winced in pain from where the claws had struck, and blood splattered on the beige coloured dress I wore, tearing through the jacket, the lady had given me earlier, "I planned on returning this but now it is ruined," I muttered. "Why I'm I going with you?" "Are you flustered, is that how to behave toward your lifesaver?" He said it and I felt more embarrassed to look at him, his muscles were no lie from what I had assumed, after he shifted to his human form I wanted to see more than his back view, Garrett had provided him with linen to cover his naked flesh, he looked hot and just like that everyone would want to ravish him to bed them.

Damn, he called me babe. Before I could say another word, I felt the pleasure spiked to the top and all I could do was grab his hair on the back of his neck tightly and release an orgasmic moan with my eyes closed. A few seconds after, I opened my eyes and saw Clayton looking at me, smiling, then kissing me deeply before suddenly releasing it. “Oh, shit, Anita, gotta pull out, we’re barebacked.” I smiled. “That’s okay, not on my fertile window.”

— Later that night, in the honeymoon suite, Olivia stood by the window, watching the city lights. The room felt icy, but the negligee she wore did little to protect her from the cold. She hugged her arms around herself, trying to trap some heat, and that's when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. She turned her head just in time to see Clayton step out of the bathroom. He was bare-chested, his skin glistening from the steam. He wore only boxer briefs that hugged him just right. Olivia swallowed deeply. She had always known he was fit from his training, but she hadn't realized how truly sculpted his body was. It was as if an artist had taken great care to carve every inch of him with