Romans & histoires Jeremy Diamond Shirtless

ride. I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as hell, by the way), stark white Nikes, and a long gold herringbone chain. Diamond studs that sparkled like silver glitter brought attention to his ears and his fresh braids were very nice. If I’m not mistaken, my pussy quivered slightly in the tiny red thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Damon looked scrumptious. FUCK!

Instead, Diamond has bright green-hooded eyes that make him extremely attractive and perfectly complement his muscular features. Diamond had a white shirt that framed his muscular body, matched with a blue Jean. I couldn't tell which of them was the true maniac, but what choice do I have? Diamond might be innocent and have no idea of this situation; even after what happened a year ago when he tried to abuse me, he knew the consequences he faced, so I guess he wouldn't do this to me to experience that again, or would he?

After what happened between us after the Ballet yesterday,I figured he would at least try to make things right. He really is the Devil! I was showered and changed into a fresh set of workout clothes. Now that Jeremy was home-and with company here was not where I wanted to be. I grabbed my pointe shoes and hung them over my shoulder. I can always count on Ballet to take my mind off my problems. "Where are you going?"Jeremy's husky tone came from behind me,causing me to jump with a fright. When I turned around I saw that he was wearing a Navy Cotton Robe that was open,showing off the black boxer briefs that he was wearing underneath. The boxer briefs that were hugging his massive bulge. That m

Jeremy had seen me naked twice now and not once has he tried anything. He helped me to the bench while wrapping a towel around me and left so I could get dressed. I don’t even know what I put on, but the next minute I was meeting him outside and we walked towards the pack house. We walked by the lake as I kept quiet, with my gaze on the ground in front of me. “Your shirt is on backwards,” he says out of the blue and I look down the neck of my shirt to see the tag. “Also, I think your shoes are on the wrong feet,” he adds and now it made sense why my toes were hurting. He starts to laugh. A deep, chuckle which makes me smile and soon we are both laughing. I stopped to switch my shoes a

I crooned, pressing my palms flat onto his bare chest—it was only then I noted that he was shirtless. My eyes traced the valley between his pectoral muscles, moving down to the hills and ripples of his carved and chiseled abdominal muscles, right up until the V lines which led further down south with a dark sprinkling of hair. I swallowed but my throat had run dry so it felt like ingesting grains of sand. And, when I looked more closely, I realized Jericho only had on a pair of Iron Man boxers. A jovial smile crept onto my face even though my skin flushed from his utter lack of clothing, "Aren't you too old for these?"

There was clear tension between us, and Damian’s obvious dislike for me made things a bit more complicated. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened. My heart skipped a beat as I found myself face-to-face with Damian. He stood there shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose trousers that hung low on his hips. His skin glistened with water droplets from a recent shower, and he was in the process of drying his hair with a towel.

I pull it out, my hands shaking. I reach inside the crusty sock and feel the heavy, ice-cold weight of gold and diamonds. When I hold the wristwatch up, it sparkles in the dim light of the dirt-streaked window. It’s just as beautiful as I remember with the Hemsworth name engraved in it. “It’s a long way from the office, isn’t it, Jade?” I spin around, clutching the watch to my chest. Damon Hemsworth is standing in the doorway. He isn't in his corporate suit. He’s wearing a dark leather jacket, his eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory hunger that makes my skin crawl.

she muttered to herself as she opened the door. Chris had disappointed her. He hadn’t worn a simple Jean and T-shirt. He had dressed up in a grey suit and trousers, a navy blue shirt, alongside a black leather shoe; topping it all up with a silver wristwatch. He was standing at her door with a bunch of roses, wrapped together. He had a wide smile on, his hair styled perfectly, projecting his chiseled face and defined jaw.

I can't believe he fought for me like that. He defended me though he's not someone that's likely to do that. What happened to the Jeremy that hated me so much and sent his friends to ruin my life? I tried to touch his shirt but he stopped me. He got up and went into the closet. I went to my make up table and picked up the things he threw to the floor. I was standing before the mirror removing my jewelries when Jeremy walked into the room. I could see him through the mirror. He wore a jump suit pants leaving his chest shirtless showing off his nice smooth abs.

“Blake I mean it, I cannot be tempted by you right now so go change into some shorts or something.” He put his head down as if he was a lost puppy and I laughed to myself as I pulled at some soft black jersey shorts, my pink sports bra as this dress did not allow for a bra, and a large sweatshirt that if I squirmed would allow you to see my shoulder a time or too but oh so comfortable. Perfect for fire and s’mores! I looked over at Blake and he was rummaging through a dresser across the room. It seemed he had clothes just for the beach house versus everywhere else, of course, a billionaire would. I rolled my eyes but also took my chance as he seemed occupied to slip off my coat jacket and pu