Jeremy Diamond Shirtless Novels & Stories

Raymond leans agains the dresser. “I have a drawer full of choices,” Jay lays back on the pillows. “Why do you all have her clothes?” Jeremy asks annoyed again. “I have drawers for them too,” I tell him taking another doughnut. Jeremy looks uncomfortable. “Told you dude, we are a unit,” Justin says again. “Are you going to get up and get ready for school?” I ask. “Sure,” Justin stands up and the front of his shorts are a tent. Raymond stifles a laugh and Jeremy looks at it like it’s the May Pole on May Day.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.

Maybe the hotel staff thought it was her. She turned back to look for him but he was gone. Okay. Something was seriously out of place here. First Nicky had sent her this hotel's address, then the little girls handing her roses now this. What was going on. Mellisa didn't have to think to long before she saw Jeremy walking towards her. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight-fitting shirt which hugged his body and presented his muscles. He looked so good. He was far from the suit and tie he normally wore.

Betsy gripped Emberlynn's hand, and they stepped out of the alcove and into the mating ground. Damien was now present, standing very close to the older, but he wasn't in the outfit he was in earlier. Now, he was on a sleeveless tunic that molded to his muscular frame like a second skin. The tunic features intricate embossing and stitching. At the neckline, the tunic plunged low, exposing his bronzed chest, and the smooth, rippled muscles of his torso were accentuated by the flickering torchlight. Emberlynn's eyes almost bulged out of their socket, and her mouth ran dry. How could they let him come out in such a manner?!

we needed our numbers to be high and could use some extra muscle. after a long morning of just trying to get everyone settled in and plans set for tomorrow, I decided to let my brothers and the Bransons finish with getting everything we needed. I was exhausted and just wanted to relax and maybe take a nap. after getting Jane settled for a nap, i took a long relaxing shower. I took an everything shower. I even shaved my legs. after getting dried off and putting on lotions, I decided to raid Alexander's t-shirts. I pick out one of his favorite black shirts. it was soft and very comfortable. of course, it was like a dress on me. I slipped into his shirt and a pair of black panties. I heard Alex

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

" Emma watched her pull the hoodie off, feeling a bit disappointed when a black long-sleeved, round-necked shirt came to view. How the heck was she this calm. Emma could feel the heat up to her neck. "It's great what you guys did here under the short notice " "Oh my God" Jemi looked up "What? " "You compliment people? " her cynicism wasn't hidden. "And you're not dead? " "Yeah" she sat on the bed pulling her sneakers off "like me thinking how much Will deserves a medal for putting up with you and your mess for how many years? " "It's two years...and we're friends because we put up with each other, but you?" She flung her hands "I bet no one can stand you"

Jeremy lifts his head when he hears me get out and looks away. I have only the towel wrapped around my waist and I notice he'd been checking me out. It makes me want to be even more worthy of looking at, not that I've ever accepted myself as someone looking special. I guess it's just what hockey does to your body that people like, that’s all. "I brought you a clean T-shirt, and…" He points at the change of clothes on the bed "They should fit." "Thank you." "You're welcome." Jeremy fumbles with his shirt, now focusing on something on his right sleeve and I close the distance between us. I feel like something is going on in his head. There always is, but it seems to be something bigger this t

She wasn’t trying to train—she was trying to forget. Cherry. The photos. Selene’s expression. Damien’s silence. Every jab was a scream she couldn’t say out loud. “Wow. Remind me not to mess with you.” She turned, jaw clenched. Jeremy. Black joggers, tight black tank, sweat-damp hair, and that lazy grin that had no business looking that good this early. She scowled. “What are you doing here?” He raised a brow. “I work out here, remember.”

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize.