Josh Hutcherson Shirtless Novels & Stories

I stepped out—and nearly forgot how to breathe. The penthouse was glass and light and money, stretching out in elegant silence. And in the middle of it stood Lochlan Hastings, not in one of his immaculate suits, but in a dark sleeveless top and fitted shorts. It was only the second time I’d seen him dressed down, and the difference was almost indecent.

“I’m not, I’m serious.” “Dominic is right.” Logan walks towards us, holding Jane’s hand. The werewolves are walking away to go get dressed, and Josh is the first to come back wearing shorts, barefoot, and shirtless. He is followed by Hilda, who is wearing a summer dress, with Josh, who is keeping her close. He is keeping a brave face, but I can feel it in his emotions. He was shook in a way that he had never been before. Having to stand like that to almost watch helplessly as his mate almost died must have done something to him.

Is he trying to kill me? I quickly turned away and spotted Joss. His flannel shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of his chest, and he wore a pair of casual shorts. He stood silently, gazing into the distance, sunlight hitting his face just right—soft shadows highlighting his handsomeness. Then he moved, walking slowly over to join Brant.

It was so tempting to bring one leg over and straddle him but I controlled myself. A loud chuckle and a wolf-whistle ceased our intense make-out as I pulled off shyly. “Starting the party early huh?” one of them shook his head, joining us on the couch. Both men were dressed in similar attire as Josh, except one who had his jacket on while the other was only in his black dress shirt. It was also unbuttoned at the top and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a sleeved tattoo. It was the tattooed man who took his seat next to me while the other sat beside Josh.

A lot. “Leo, is this your pack?” The big guy’s cheeks flushed, and then his gaze darted to Gabe and then Odis. “Yes.” He was wearing a green, ripped sleeveless shirt and I could clearly make out the hickies along his neck. They almost matched mine, but I had a sneaking suspicion he might have more. “What a small world,” I murmured.

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

The he took off his shirt when he saw that the Male staff had a jacket and he asked if he can used that jacket. “Yes sir, you can used it” the Male staff said to him. All the female staff especially Ysabelle was stunned when they saw Joshua in a half naked. Joshua had a good physique and he has a six packs abs now. Unlike before way back when he is poor he was living a tiny skinny type of body.

To be loved by a man like him, like this. I shook my head to dispel the cobwebs, and that was when I realized that in my preoccupation, all the buttons on Josh’s shirt had come undone, exposing his flat abdomen and muscled, glistening chest. It was an awesome sight. My body reacted quickly, and I had to bite my lips to tone it down. Josh must have sensed my reaction. He smirked and shrugged out of his dress shirt completely, leaving his upper body naked. Then, he balled the cloth and threw it away. He was already starting to unbuckle his belt when I interrupted him.

So let Joshua be completely unconcerned because it's not part of my plans to trade him for Mark or any other man that exists on the face of this earth. I hugged him as soon as I had already fed my puppy; Joshua was now wearing clean clothes, his social attire: a white dress shirt made of refined cotton, black creased pants, with his jacket hanging on his forearm. I inhaled his scent as I hugged him, keeping my eyes closed to enjoy the moment, his strong hand resting on my waist.

That was all that came out of Joshua’s mouth before he ended the call. With one swift motion, he swung his leg off his bike and walked towards me with his long, heavy strides. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head while he chuckled before his eyes fixated on me again, this time dark with passion. Joshua Taylor was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tight-fitting white shirt, and surprisingly, also a black leather jacket just like mine. I hadn’t seen him in a week and since he didn’t have any modeling gigs, he hadn’t shaved which left him with a thin beard that made my throat dry when I saw him. His boots tapped against the pavement as he walked up the short staircase to me.