Noah Beck Shirtless Novels & Stories

As if nothing bad would happen in the future. Arriving home, Xeva immediately unpacked her closet. Looking for a nice outfit for a date with Noah. “This is good, not too hot.” “This might be better. But, too open.” Finally, she found clothes that fit. Peach knee-length dress with white lace underneath. Then She put on boots and a matching coat. "Oh, my baby girl. You look so perfect. Tell me, where are you going?" asked Mr. Abhi when he sees his daughter who is already dressed up.

she said, “you’re in love with Barry?” “I’m such a cliché,” Becky said, draining her glass. “But, have you seen him? You know the first time I saw him he was shirtless. He opened the door shirtless and yelled at me. I didn’t even care that he yelled at me, because, you know, shirtless.”

The summer heat had teeth, sharp and merciless, gnawing through cotton T-shirts and the thin fabric of restraint. I had no business being here. But I was. In Kelsey's kitchen, sipping cheap lemonade from a plastic cup, legs tucked under me on the high stool—trying very, very hard not to glance at the man standing by the open fridge. Noah. Her older brother. He was shirtless. Again. Of course he was. “You always stare like that?” he asked, without looking up, casually reaching for a water bottle. His back flexed, muscles shifting under golden skin like a quiet dare.

Ethan watched his eyes widen before opening the door widely and looking at Levi and Ethan completely baffled. “Levi?” Noel slowly looked at Ethan, “Ethan?” He blinked bewilderedly. Ethan could tell that he was a little nervous. “What are you both doing here?” Noel asked. Ethan couldn’t help but notice that Noel was standing shirtless in front of them. He only wore a pair of shorts – that too was hanging low. Ethan could see Noel’s tattoos and even his wound – covered with a bandage.

Parker spoke up, “Right Bryson?” Bryson looked up and nodded lightly, before removing his shirt that was so wet from all the sweat he had, and he poured the water bottle on his face, making the water go down to his chest, to his six-pack abs, and to his pelvis. He looks so sexy, with his wet blond hair and he is oh so blue eyes...which made me fall in love again... I did not notice the drool on my face when I was snapped back from reality as the others also removed their shirts, making me see all of their exposed abs. Parker has abs, I can give him that. Though not so buff, he can pass. Noah, on the other hand, is the buff body type. James beside him is the lean and tall type..not too buff a

And as much as Knox didn't want to admit it he enjoyed being in the middle of the chaos tonight. When I came out of the bathroom Knox was in the middle of taking his shirt off. Every time I saw him shirtless I felt like a teenager seeing a hot guy shirtless for the first time. He was slightly turned away from me so I was getting the perfect view of both his back and front. The way he pulled off the rest of his shirt made the muscles in his back contact and the sight of it. The only word that came to mind was drool worthy.

Noah says thoughtfully, in answer to my question. “Realize what? What are you talking about?” I demand of him. “That your white lace shirt is transparent and that you are wearing a see-through red lace bra beneath it. It is very.. hot.” He says. I look down and sure enough, not only could you see my bra really well, you could see the creamy skin beneath the cups in little tantalizing glimpses. “I wasn't paying attention-” I begin, crossing my arms to cover my chest. “I guessed that much,” Noah says. Then he gives me a crooked grin. “To be perfectly honest, there is no need to cover up now. I have been staring at you since you walked into the room. No need to be modest now.”

Punching bag. The gym. She should keep walking. Mind her own business. Get her coffee and go back to her room. Instead, she moved closer to the door. Noah was inside. She could see him through the opening, his back to her. He was on the weight bench, doing chest presses. No shirt, just shorts and sneakers. Sweat gleamed on his skin. His muscles flexed with each rep, controlled and precise. She knew she should look away. Knew she was being creepy, standing here watching him.

“Where am i? I questioned. I started to swing my leg over the side of the bed, desperate to find my dress and run, when the bathroom door clicked open. I froze. Noah stepped out, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. He was shirtless, low-slung dark jean’s hanging of his hips in a way that felt illegal. The light caught his abs. A cigarette was perched between his lips, smoke curling up. My heart started to hammer against my chest. Oh Christ. Fear, cold, and sharp gripped me, temporarily numbing the headache I was feeling. My mind started racing, spiraling into the darkest corners of yesterday.

Her soaked clothes clung to her like a second skin, and her movements were fluid, almost sensual. Nick, arms crossed, watched her with a look that spoke volumes. His gaze lingered on her, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between them. He didn't move, seemingly content to savor the moment, the anticipation building with each passing second. Noah's laughter echoed through the quiet morning, and she made sure her entire body was drenched, save for her face. She knew Nick could see the outline of her black underwear through the thin white shirt, and she reveled in the knowledge.