Nick Robinson Shirtless Novels & Stories

“Sit down. Regain your strength.” I turned, startled. And froze. Ronan was shirtless. He had shrugged off his soaked shirt and wrung it once before draping it over a jagged rock The flickering shadows of the cave fire danced over his sun-kissed skin and defined abs, each muscle carved like stone. The sight made my breath catch in my throat. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

Both brothers watches me with interests, like they're patiently waiting for me to tell them why the fuck I choose to interrupt their conversation. I am already distracted as I stare at Nicholas. God he's shirtless. I have watched countless movies where the men are sometimes shirtless but I've never seen a body like Nick's. He's well tanned and without doubts his skin is smooth. Beneath that handsome features lies the devil's advocate. I look at his left inked arm that's covered in multiple tattoos. That makes him look hotter than I imagined.

I turned to look at Robin but he wasn't smiling. "Would you let me wipe it off with this or would you prefer me kissing them away?" He raised his brows, it felt like he was daring me and I knew what he was going to do so I just pushed him off me and got to my feet. "You should leave before me, the show is going to start soon and you and Hinn Carlos would be performing first to draw in more crowds so just leave already, I will be there soon. Robin got to his feet and glanced down at my outfit. "Why are you dressed with something this short?" I was wearing a red short mini skirt that fell above my knees and a white shirt with three tops buttons open exposing the swell of my boobs.

He didn't have the body of someone who obsessively worked out but he had a defined six-pack. Nick had never really seen Cheyenne caught off guard and for him to be the reason she stood there speechless amused him far more than it should. Nick had always kept a spare change of clothes at the office. He usually had to change because he had gotten muddy at a construction site. Today it had been the rain that had soaked through him. Pulling on his fresh shirt he smirked at Cheyenne, "are you just going to stand there, or do you have something to say to me?"

Robinson opens the front door, wearing a pair of Oxygen brand swimming shorts and holding a maxi bag of potato crisps in one hand. His ridiculously perfect abs and hairless chest didn’t retain an ounce of the baby fat that gives his cheeks their chubby appearance. Besides his colored blond-hair-and-gray-eyed look, his well-proportioned pecs, biceps, and washboard stomach are some of the biggest reasons why the girls in my school are chasing so hard after him. Other reasons include his family’s money, his good grades, his promising future, and his faultless manners. Oh, and did I mention that he’s the town’s basketball star?

“Open up! Sonia screamed, banging the door. He looked at Rose as she was fidgeting. “Undress, you bitch! Don’t let me tear this dress,” he said coldly. Robin was huge, compared to the other bodyguards. He had the physique of a monster, having a lot of scars on his face. He watched Rose undress, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Take this shit!” he said, throwing the cleaner’s robe at her. “The only reason I’m not tapping that ass of yours is because I only follow instructions from my boss,” Robin hissed and walked out.

And under no circumstances would she trade her son for one night of sex. She opened the several locks on the door and turned the knob, then her son hugged her. Linna kissed Matthew on the forehead and then looked at Robert, who was wearing only a white tank top with his eye-catching tattoos on his white arm and beige shorts. Such a simple outfit made him look amazing, and even if he judged himself for thinking this was kind of impossible. Since that was what he truly thought. Robert looked good in anything, and even if he is the worst human being in the world, he can't deny it.