Hayes Grier Nude Novels & Stories

Directly in front of me, under the steady, steaming spray of an open shower head, stood a guy. The water cascaded over his skin in slow, glistening rivulets, tracing the contours of an impossibly sharp physique. He was broad—his shoulders tapered down into a dangerously narrow waist and a sculpted, powerful back that looked like it had been chiseled out of marble. Every muscle shifted fluidly beneath the water, his skin a deep, sun-warmed bronze. I knew I shouldn't be looking. Mrs. Hayes had said to stay out of trouble and this was trouble. Me staring at a naked guy for the second time in my damn life.

“OMG… you’re the woman the tabloids are looking for?” I nodded, and she sucked in a breath, ready to scream again. “Jane,” I said low, a warning. “Sorry!” she whispered. “But this is huge!” Then she started doing a little dance. “My friend has a rich baby daddy!” I laughed. “Relax. Nothing is going on between us. I’m still married.” She scoffed. “Please. Divorce that man and go and enjoy your life.” “I wish it were that simple.” Jane leaned closer. “If Mr. Hayes is buying this hotel just to deal with Mr. Mac… girl, you mean a lot to him.”

Gus stood up saying, "I don't have to worry about being nude so I'll take off my clothes and finish the interview nude." Debbie had already unfastened her bra and was standing pushing her panties down her legs when she said, "I found out yesterday I love being nude and it doesn't matter to me who sees me naked." Terri handed Gus and Debbie a towel then held one out to Paul and Joe. After a brief hesitation both took the towel and put it on the chair then slowly began to remove their clothes without making a big deal out of it. The females in the room were looking between the three males undressing waiting to see each cock as it was exposed. Gus was first to push his underwear down and his se

he reminded smoothly. Hailey froze, her eyes fixed on his strong fingers undoing his jeans. A slow, torturous reveal of the line of hair leading downward. She held her breath, waiting, waiting… Finally, he slid off his jeans, taking his boxer briefs with them. Hailey licked her lips nervously as Jayden stood bare in front of her, completely nude. He didn’t need to hide. Jayden was perfect—from his messy, sexy hair and piercing blue eyes to his golden, sculpted body.

Haisley moved restlessly on Nathan's lap. Aware of what Haisley wanted and his own desires, Nathan's right hand moved to touch the girl's shoulder while his left hand lowered the zipper at the back of Haisley's outfit. After the zipper was open, Nathan lowered the girl's clothing from her left side. This revealed a significant portion of Haisley's hills that were previously covered by the contrasting black fabric against her fair skin.

And there, in the middle of the room, was Hayes. He was bare-chested, wearing only black athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. He was working on a cable machine, his back turned to me. Every time he pulled the weights, the muscles in his shoulders flexed and shifted beneath his skin. Sweat glistened on his back, and his arms were thick, veins standing out as he moved. His body looked sculpted — broad shoulders, narrow waist, powerful legs. I stood frozen. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I knew I shouldn’t be looking, but I couldn’t look away.

Hayden instructed in a low voice. My hands unhooked the front clasp of my bra, and my breasts sprang free. I could feel his eyes on my chest and my breasts felt hot and sensitive as if his gaze was burning into them. I shrugged off my bra and Hayden’s eyes focused on my completely naked breasts before his eyes slowly travelled down my body to the only piece of clothing that I had on.

he offered and I patted his arm and told him what Zayn had told me once as he pulled me outside. "Werewolves don't care about nudity." Oh my, that was so brazen of you, Aisha teased and I cleared my throat as Griffin turned his back to me and began peeling off his layers. Damn, I thought as my eyes traveled down his spine to his firm ass.

Damn it. Hayes was flushed from the cold, hair a mess, eyes sharp even under exhaustion. His hoodie hung loose, sleeves pushed up just enough to show the flex of his forearms. There was a wild edge to him, like he’d just barely held himself together all week. He looked infuriatingly good, the kind of raw and real that turned heads without meaning to. Jax’s stomach tightened. The memory of Ryder’s breath against his skin in the parking lot flickered behind his eyes, vivid and unwanted.

My nerves start to ease a bit as I take in the surroundings, but that calm is short-lived. Hayden emerges from what I assume is the bathroom, and my eyes widen in shock. He's completely naked, water droplets glistening on his skin. And... oh god, I can't tear my eyes away from it. His... his very prominent member is right there, impossible to miss.