Novel & Cerita Shirtless Guys

Kasie said, jumping off the bench. Lo?? What, they're already best friends? “Let’s get you some proper clothing,” I said, flicking my head. Lola burst out laughing. “Uhm it’s literally skin central out here. Not that I’m complaining! This is like being in the boy’s locker room,” she giggled. I quickly took in a couple men, totally nude. It wasn’t at all uncommon as they might have just finished a run and shifted. They might be about to. We’d rather just be naked than shred clothing.

The three brothers in the Hart Family were about the same height, and they looked quite identical to one another. Right then, Shawn’s solid eight-pack abs were fully exposed as all he had on was his pants. If he tugged his pants a little lower, his Apollo’s belt would be clearly visible! His figure made him appear lean whenever he wore clothes, but his muscles were revealed the moment he took his clothes off.

The music was nice and there were drinks almost at every corner. Lisa and I were enchanted with the atmosphere, we looked around, looking for where to blend in. “Hi.” Three shirtless guys were suddenly in front of us. They had colors splattered all over their body and jean trousers, they were staring at Lisa and her eyes were as big as saucers. “Oh my God.” She gasped, looking at the guys’ wonderful toned muscles. “I’ll be over there.” I quietly excused them but went ahead to watch from a corner.

His legs looked powerful beneath his plaid shorts. Marin asked why some men wore shirts while others did not. “The shirtless ones are brothers. The ones in shirts are pledges,” Kellan said. “We send the pledges out before lockdown. They are not allowed to take part in White and Tight.” The other guy, Darian, came back with beers and put his arm around Tessa. Darian asked Marin to dance. They left their drinks behind and went to the crowded room. He pulled her close during a slow song and lowered his hands to her ass.

Even Ethan had a bright smile on his face, but the thing was… They were all shirtless.

CEO Black is a hottie! Look at that firm, broad, hard and well-defined chiseled chest. Gosh! He is, well, different from the other few men who I have happened to seen shirtless. Jason is no doubt stunning, he's perfect. He had an appearance that would make him stand out in the crowd.

“Men. Zero patience.” We stepped out of the room together, and the moment we did, Alaric immediately slung an arm over my shoulders. The boys were already gathered in the hallway. Alaric, beside me, was in his usual laid‑back uniform — a loose white linen shirt left unbuttoned halfway, revealing a hint of tan skin, paired with khaki shorts and messy hair that somehow made him look effortlessly cool. Alex stood next to Sheila, wearing a fitted black tank top. His hair was pushed back, still damp from a quick shower, then there was Gerard, who was the most put‑together of the group — crisp navy polo, clean shorts, and sunglasses already perched on his head. Then, Christopher leaned against the

Many members didn’t even bother to show up in clothes at all, their fingers flexing at their sides. Off to the side stood Victor with his little cohort. They didn’t speak, but stared straight ahead into the woods, ready and waiting to run. At the front stood Ronan. I tried not to stare, but my wolf was drooling. Loose basketball shorts hung off his hips, and he was shirtless. His broad chest worked down to his chiseled eight-pack, and dipped into a partially covered V. Once again, Rebecca stood beside him, hand in hand. My nails dug into my palms, and I concentrated on keeping my wolf at bay.

I asked, "Are my legs bothering you being there?" Greg smiled as he told me, "No, they're fine there." He placed his hands on my bare thighs, and I realized that I wasn't dressed appropriately to be lying with my legs draped over my sons. We were both wearing sweatshorts, but mine were much shorter than his. The bare skin of our legs pressing against each other felt good, but it was definitely inappropriate. Greg was still shirtless, and I was wearing an old, beat up tank top with no bra on. Fuck it, I thought in my drunken haze.

Narae replied sweetly. I could barf as they played all sweet and nice to the guys around them. If the guys wore tuxedos, I could understand the act. But they all wore leather jackets, ripped pants and all three of them smoked in our house. A house that had children in it. The only dude without a partner walked up to me and asked, “Hey, there. You seem tired from work. Why don’t you join us for a bit? You know, blow off some steam?”