Johnny Cade Physical Description Novels & Stories

Cadon and his dad looked like they could’ve been brothers. This guy wasn’t much to look at, in Cadon’s opinion. He had reddish-brown hair, teeth that were slightly too big for his mouth, and had either lost a lot of muscle tone in prison or was just on the lanky side, a little like Dax. The thought of Mallory liking a guy like this made Cadon want to scoff--which wasn’t very nice.

Naked, dripping, I stood in the middle of the wide living room while three sets of eyes devoured me. Cade—the Southern one with the slow drawl and wicked hands—circled me like he was inspecting livestock he’d just purchased. His fingers trailed down my spine, raising goosebumps. “Look at this pretty thing,” he murmured. “All marked up already. That bite on your neck is gonna bruise real nice.” Reid—the quiet one, the one whose intensity felt like a blade pressed to my throat—stepped forward and caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The brim of his blue cap cast a cute shadow over his sparkling blue eyes that called to me. With his red sweatshirt hugging his broad shoulders and his black shorts showcasing his toned legs and tight butt, Johnny looked like he should play the hero in every movie. What I found quite funny was that, despite his alluring physique, his gentle face was what stood out the most to me, and that made my blood flow.

He was in fine physical shape and looked not a day over twenty three with his rock hard abs and sinewy looking muscles that supported the shoulders and neck. She loved that he had the “v” between his hips and his groin proudly defined. Even his ass looked tight; you could see every muscle defined on his body. It made Cady want to drool over him. No man should look so fine and single. There was no wedding band on him. Cady couldn’t help the thoughts that ran through her mind. She felt herself blushing while looking at her teacher's bulge. She felt embarrassed by how her own body responded to him. She felt her panties becoming moist as she stared intently at him.

"Over here!" someone called out soon. "Found him!" Jade hurried over and saw through a window a person with disheveled hair and an emaciated body. He was shackled to an iron pipe and curled up into a ball, looking almost childlike from severe malnutrition. "Kayden Zeal!" Jade shouted through the window, trying to get a better look at his face. However, he kept his head down. He was as unresponsive as if he were dead.

"It's unlikely that he will agree with you." I'm about to take another sip of wine when, as soon as the glass touches my lips, my heart skips a beat and I freeze. There he is, standing in the center of the room. He has dark, curly hair combed back in an unusual way, a strong, stubble-covered chin, and full lips that I envied as a child. He has broad shoulders clad in a dark blue jacket and an alien gaze that is oppressive and cold. The years haven't changed Jaden's figure at all; perhaps it's because of his height—he still seems slightly thin.

I plopped down on my couch, pulling my robe tighter ignoring Cade’s eyes boring holes into my forehead. “Care to explain?” Cade cocked his head to the side, slowly walking towards me. His hair wasn't sleek like it was in the morning. He wore plain T-shirts and sweatpants which made him look like an ordinary man and not the CEO of Thorne Foundation. His scent wafted in my nose as his commanding presence engulfed me. He looked really large, his muscles bulging out, with a dark intense gaze. His hands casually rested in his pockets; he looked different and hot. “Hello Cade,” Sab waved, trying to lighten the situation but only if she knew. I burst into laughter and so did Cade. “Did you tell her

Kade was that someone for me. And the fact that he was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen didn’t hurt matters either. Over six feet of huge muscles, perfect golden skin, scruffy facial hair that he kept neatly trimmed, deep blue eyes, and sandy-blonde hair. And he was covered in tattoos from his neck down to his wrists and waist. Wolves, moons, tribals, everything was perfectly melded together across his skin. I found myself trailing my fingers over the designs at times; his body was an absolute work of art.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me toward the bedroom. The bedroom was just as large as the living room, dominated by a king-sized bed with black silk sheets. He set me down on the edge of the mattress. The moonlight hit the red silk of my dress, making it look like it was glowing. Cade began to unbutton his shirt. His chest was broad and covered in lean muscle. He had a few scars—one across his ribs and another on his shoulder. They made him look like a warrior. "Take off the dress," he commanded.

Cade. He stood there with the stillness of a statue, yet somehow alive with quiet charm. Calm. Unbothered. Maybe waiting. Maybe just thinking. His brown hair, shoulder-length and slightly tousled, shimmered softly under the sun. I wanted to touch it. Just once. He looked like the kind of man who wore quiet confidence like a second skin. His eyes, earthy, warm, maybe hazel or deep green, were nothing like Lucian’s chilling silver-gray. Cade was warm. Lucian was ice. A storm you never saw coming.