Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Sandra, if you forgot the key again—” Another knock. I sit up, stretching lazily. “You better be holding pizza, woman, or else—" I shuffle to the door, scratching my head as I pull it open. “Hm?” My head tilts, jaw dropping in awe. Jeremy stands in front of me, shirtless. Black pants hang low on his hips. A red rose is clenched between his lips like he just walked out of a ridiculously dramatic romance movie. His hair is gelled back, showcasing his perfectly chiseled face.

“What…?” “You may want to get another shirt before you get out of the water, unless you don’t mind showing everything off to all the people watching.” I see a small flash of something in his eyes as he says it, but it comes and goes so quick I thought I imagined it. I look down at myself and my eyes pop, there was barely anything left of my shirt, I was basically skinny dipping with Damien. My cheeks flushed red and said, “That was my only shirt.” Trying to figure my way out of this mess.

I said. I sidestepped him and came face to face with the other demons, who looked at me like I was some creature, their eyes on my collarbone. "My eyes are up here, you know?" I said with a wave to my face. No response came. Adrian caught my eye. He only wore black swim shorts. Fuck. His abs were very apparent now, his skin on show more than I could take. How did I deserve to even look at this? Around his neck, a necklace with a big blue diamond gemstone hung. Just like Micah's yellow one. I frowned at it. His eyes felt on my skin felt like hot coals.

Everyone was there in the center crowded around the fire pit, when they noticed Ruby and I everyone went quiet and you could hear Damian whistled and say, "Damn ladies who knew y'all could clean up like this." Seeing him stand by Ryker I took a long look at both of them seeing that they were dressed nicely themselves, so I got the nerve to call back to Damian, "Right back at you, who knew that you could even put pants on." Everyone chuckled at my reply and I heard some mumble agreements because since I have been here I have never seen Damian in jeans only sweats or basketball shorts. He had a huge smile on his face as Ruby and I walked over to where they were. Wiggling his eyebrows he said,

I said, stepping closer to the opening, the tension between us rising. “Knowing Kenna, she's on her way now to pick us up!!” Jane shouted, signalling for Damon to leave. “Looks like time is up. See ya professor.” I said and I turned around, taking my shirt off and showing off my entire bare back. I tossed the shirt aside casually. “Tris. Come back here now. You're going to regret this.” Damon said in a demanding tone. I quickly walked upstairs in his boxer shorts with a grin. I showered in super speed, dressed myself in a pair of black tight jeans, my biker boots and my favourite yellow crop top, adding some colour to my outfit. I lost my necklace during the fight with Alex and I was missing

“Everything except the diamonds." The red silk pools at my feet and I step out of my heels. I’m not wearing a bra or panties. I knew they’d only get in our way. I’m standing naked in the dim light, wearing nothing but a fortune in diamonds. Dominik stares at me. He looks like he wants to fall to his knees and pray to me. "Beautiful," he whispers. "Fucking perfect." He doesn't undress. He keeps his shoes on, his slacks, the blood-spattered shirt. He wants the contrast. He pushes me back onto the velvet bench.

Being a father suits him to a T and he’s still so… *Quit it! We have a mate who is by far the hottest one of all,* Simone scolds. I can appreciate the view, don’t rain on my eye candy parade! I mean shit few males out here are even wearing a shirt! Some probably won’t be wearing anything soon. Can’t wait for that. When Jeremy also walks by without a shirt, I look a bit too long. Damn hormones! *Sure that’s what it is, close your mouth,* Simone barks.

Lucifer smirks. I pretend to think about it. “No.” Hell no, in fact. He shrugs. “Suit yourself.” The demon begins taking off his jacket and laying it on the desk. He then unclasps his cuff links and rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows. “What are you doing?” I ask as I realize he’s undressing.

"Please don't tell them it's me. I don't want to go through the situation you are going through, I already have someone who says it's me in the picture and wants to blackmail me." "I won't, don't worry, but they seem willing to find out. If they ask you, just yes it's not you." Jared looked very serious, like he didn't feel anything, so I tried to talk to him a little. "Aren't you mad about what happened?" "Yes, but at least, you can't see my whole penis. I see you changed your dress and hairstyle quite a bit." "It touched me, since no one was going to leave well enough alone if they saw that I looked like the one in the picture."