Jace Norman Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jace stayed glued in place, his pale green eyes locked with mine in a battle of desires. He eventually pushed the door and slowly removed his jacket and shirt, leaving them behind in a pile by the door. My breath trembled slightly at the sight of his naked chest. His skin was as pale as mine, and I could see the toned muscles I could only imagine under his business suits.

Speaking of the boy, Lena spotted Jace leaning against the shelving unit across from the bed with his arms crossed and his phone in one hand. His sweatpants were riding so low on his hips that the waistband of his boxers was visible above them, revealing a happy trail and a perfectly sculpted V line. He hadn't put a shirt on. I was trying not to notice this at all, because I wasn’t a perv, and I thought it was disrespectful to stare, but I couldn’t help it.

I opened the Jeep’s door for Jace as he stood waiting next to it and I shook my head as he climbed in. He was wearing a t-shirt that Tala had given him for his birthday, that sported a corpse clown with fangs for teeth, tight jeans with boots, and a leather bomber jacket. “Is this place, you know …” His voice trailed off, and I smiled at him. “All kinds of people hang out there,” I said, and he smiled.

He was wearing joggers and did a good job in bringing his boner out. "Yeah. Me too," Jack smiled nervously. "Horny dogs!" Jace groaned and took his leather jacket off, while Jack dragged his shorts off, exposing his manhood which was hidden in the super tight briefs he was clad in. "Not dogs, wolves," I corrected immediately and smiled at him, taking off my first layer of nightgown. "Well, look who we have here," Jax pointed at Jace's erection which elongated the fabric. "Well, the dick won't suck itself you know? Don't just ogle at it," Jace smirked and I got on my knees immediately and stripped off the last fabric on him, his briefs.

“Not professionally.” He was so quiet Reagan hadn’t even realized he was standing right beside her. Jace’s platinum blond hair was spiked. His dark beard stubble stood in stark contrast to his light hair and had been recently trimmed. He wore his usual black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and snug blue jeans. His outfit was made even more biker by his heavy black boots, black leather belt, and the wide studded, leather cuff on his left wrist. She’d never seen Jace wear anything else. She suspected he wore his jacket and boots to bed. In the Sinners concerts she’d been to, Jace always hung to the back of the stage. Now that she knew him a little better, she assumed it was because he was shy.

I grabbed the spare house key and tucked it into our secret hiding spot outside so Jace could get back indoors if I was still out. Luckily, I managed to hail a taxi quickly, and before I knew it, I was standing outside Nico's house. I knocked twice and then I heard heavy footsteps approaching, and the door swung open. I stood still, staring at him. For reasons known only to himself, he had decided to answer the door completely shirtless. My heart did a sudden, chaotic flip. My eyes locked onto his chest, taking in his lean, muscular build and the sharp definition of his abs. He looked fresh out of the shower; water droplets still glistened on his skin, and his dark hair was damp and messy.

And then he walked through the door. Jace Kingston wore a tailored dark navy suit jacket over a crisp white dress shirt, no tie, with the top button unbuttoned. His dark-blond hair was cut short at the sides, and his jawline looked hard and sharp. He was broader across the shoulders than he used to be, filling out the space of the art class until the low craft tables and small chairs seemed absurdly tiny around him. My throat tightened. I stood rigid beside my desk, keeping a firm grip on my paper coffee cup to keep my hands from trembling, my arms held tightly against my sides.

Lucian’s POV The smell of fried eggs and fresh bread with a rich cup of tea drifted into my office before the door opened. I didn’t look up right away because of my attention to the reports in front of me. Then a plate slid onto my desk, and I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I glanced up, and froze. What new development is this? I leaned back in my chair as my eyes fell on Jace who was shirtless. His skin gleamed faintly from the heat of the kitchen, muscles were tight but lean, the faintest trace of flour dusted on his forearm like he’d rolled his sleeves up before realizing he wasn’t even wearing a god damn shirt.

I leaned to his ear and tickled it with my tongue, "I don't have a boyfriend." Jace pushed me away but I could tell he had difficulty doing that. After all, I'd just told him that Scarlet was screwing his cousin. Deep down I knew he had the urge to hurt her for what she had done to him by screwing me instead. So I decided to drive his mind wide, I led Jace to the couch and smiled seductively at him. He gave me an annoyed look but didn't say anything, so I removed my shirt revealing my black one-piece suit. I readied myself on the floor and prepared myself with an arched back causing Jace to grunt.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.