Nick Robinson Shirtless Novels & Stories

It seemed he had taken her by surprise that he could feel Blakely's heart beating wildly as he hugged her. "Since when did you wake up?" Blakely's voice was quivering and almost a whisper. She turned slowly to face Nickson who was currently staring intently at her. She almost choked when she saw Nickson's appearance. He was shirtless in his shorts above his knees, his copper hair tousled, and the digital watch on his wrist flickered faintly with a white indicator light. Nickson looks sweaty, but sexy. Blakely was speechless as a large lump in her throat blocked her vocal cords. She's blown away! She was speechless and could only admire how fucking hot Nickson looked this morning.

“I see you are using your time wisely,” Magnusson told Aarshon, who had never seen the punch coming. The ground met his ass, making him almost laugh at the way Aarshon was acting about Nix. “Never talk about her that way again,” Aarshon said when he helped Magnusson up off the ground. Nix came out from behind the bush wearing skin-tight black jeans that hugged her ass. A bright pink top that stretched across her breast said My eyes are up there with an arrow. Both of the men laughed so hard they almost cried. Nix huffed at the two as she started toward the door. On her feet, she wore pink New Balance shoes. Nix looked over her shoulder at the two men.

That halo was gone. Jacob buried Cotton with me. Perhaps he could not bear watching me be so dejected, so he invited me to attend his personal art exhibition. Only a few people were present, but the pieces were interesting. They were all portraits of Cotton. “This is a way to keep her around, no? We have to keep looking forward.” Jacob pointed at one of the Cottons and comforted me. I kept staring at his artwork and felt as if Cotton was right beside me. But that night, someone stole Jacob’s art pieces and posted them online. They went viral, along with a video of me holding a bloody Cotton while I walked out of the police station.

Leon’s POV Then the closet door pushed open slowly and Ronan stepped out, still damp from the shower they'd given him. His hair was wet, curling darkly at his neck. His body was naked except for my boxers that he was wearing. My black silk briefs were hugging his hips low, his cock outlined soft against the fabric. This was bold of him because I hated anyone touching my shit, especially clothes. The closet was mine and private and the slaves were stripped bare, that's the rule.

We had improved dramatically in the short time since our race with Grant, but I still wasn't sure if we were ready. I could hear Robbie dropping his gear on the floor by the staircase and his heavy footsteps thudding up the stairs. A gust of wind hit the window, splattering fat raindrops across the glass. I peeled off my shirt and leggings, hearing the encrusted salt crunch as I dropped them on the floor. I kicked off my remaining clothes, enjoying the freedom of being naked, and pulled open the double doors to the master bath.

My heart leaped into my throat and I forced my eyes to stay on the screen of my phone even though every instinct screamed at me to look up. When I finally allowed myself to glance his way, I almost forgot how to breathe. Ronan was standing in the doorway, his dark hair still damp droplets clinging to the tips before falling onto his broad muscular shoulders. He wore a simple white linen shirt that was unbuttoned to reveal a sliver of his toned chest and the hard ridges of his abs. His shorts were navy blue, hitting just above his knee and his feet were bar with his skin sun-kissed and fucking golden.

Wow, I didn’t know Jonas hired crybabies to guard his territory. With trembling hands, they open the door for me and I am greeted by a slightly exasperated Jonas in a fluffy white bathrobe. His hairy chest is peppered with confetti and he’s got nothing but his birthday suit on underneath. A naked brunette stands behind him nibbling his earlobe. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she’s high on crack.

Ronan is alone. He’s shirtless, and my breath catches in my throat. I’ve never seen him like this. His back is toward me, a map of hard muscle and dark ink that moves every time he throws a punch. He’s drenched in sweat. It’s dripping off his shoulders, making his skin shine under the lights.

Nick knocked him off him. Nadine wanted to help, but Nick shook his head at her and pointed away from them. Nadine took this as a command to run the hell away, and for once, she decided to listen to Nick without complaining, running away with all her might. Jonathan got up and attacked Nick. Nick clawed at him and immediately retracted his appendage as pain shot from his claws to his brain. Jonathan smiled, tearing the remains of his shirt off to show a breastplate of silver underneath.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled