Steve Harrington Shirtless Romane & Geschichten

I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, smearing more blood across my skin. “Get him out of my sight,” I said. Two men dragged the broken body away, leaving a trail behind them. That was when the side door opened and light spilled in briefly. I frowned. Who the fuck was that? Hawk wore a loud Hawaiian shirt, green and yellow splashed across it, unbuttoned enough to show a gold chain resting against his chest. On his feet were spotless white boots… that annoyed me more than anything. He was even putting on sunglasses despite being in the room. His hair was slicked back into a confident Brazilian… I quickly averted my gaze.

Do not remember what his fingers looked like on that book tour panel when he sipped water and smirked like he knew you were staring— The silence stretched. “Cold?” he asked. I realized I was shivering. “No.” “Liar.” He grabbed a thick flannel from the closet and tossed it at me. It smelled like cedar and firewood. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered. “You’ll freeze.” “I’d rather freeze than wear your scent like some literary groupie.” “Fine.” He tugged it back, then peeled off his shirt. My brain short-circuited. Because Jax Hart was cut like a sex scene that never made it past editorial. Broad shoulders. Sharp V-lines. Light trail of hair disappearing under jeans I now absolutely noticed.

Alice then crossed her arms and stare forward with a furious gaze. When the door opens, Alice gasped loudly and turn around. Her soul almost left her body when Harry suddenly stands there without a shirt on and only wearing long pajama pants. Even his hair was wet and it glistens under the bright light. His gorgeous, pure testosterone of a body reminds her so much of Henry freakin Cavil, the only reason why she even watches Superman in the first place. "Oh my God, can you not be shirtless right now? Wear something please."

It really made him so mature and so manly, it's hard to believe it's only been four months. "So tell me boys, what's up tonight? I wasn't there last year either, so I have no idea what to expect. Am I underdressed with my top and cardigan?” Steve wore a sweatshirt jacket and Dwayne just a black long-sleeved shirt. They both looked at me briefly and laughed. Of course, I didn't get an answer to my clothes question, but that was already clear to me when I asked this question. How could I even ask two men in casual clothes if I was underdressed with my slightly smarter cardigan. I grinned to everyone and Steve started telling me about the bands that will all be performing.

He's standing before the wide open fridge shirtless, a black shirt which I’m quite sure he was wearing earlier on his shoulder, gulping a bottle of water hungrily and there's no doubt that he's coming from the gym. Broad shoulders, strong masculine hands which look like would never let you go once he gets a hold of you, broad chest, deep abs and a defined V line that disappears somewhere in his black shorts. His hair is a little messy and damp, perhaps from pouring water on his head to cool off during the workout. He clears his throat and that's when I realise that I have been staring. Maybe for a minute way too long than I should have. “Good morning. I don't…think it's that hot in here.” I

There were other pastries except mine being sold but in my opinion, mine is the best. People were coming over to bye from me and I was selling them off with a smile. A little selfish side of me was unhappy that the money won't go to me. As my eyes were wandering about, I saw Aaron– Shirtless. He was wiping and cleaning the mirror of a car. He wore khaki shorts and his chest was glistening with water. I could also see girls publicly and shamelessly ogling him and his beautiful body. Some walking over to borrow something in an excuse to talk or touch his body.

No one can beat my husband. “What?” Harry looks so confused by his friend’s statement. Steve slapped himself before running away. When he got back, he was holding something behind him. I glanced at Harry, who had no idea either, when finally Steve showed us what he was talking about. “What?!” we both exclaimed and threw our hands in the air with exasperation. Steve raised a brow, confidently showing the bikini. “I can’t wear that!” “Yeah, she can’t wear that! There are too many people out there!” Harry’s voice thundered all over the room, shaking the interiors slightly.

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

“You won’t want to miss this show.” He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing miles of bare skin at his torso. Hugh’s not a gym buff, but between his Alpha genes and the amount he does work out, he’s deliciously toned. He flexes a little as I look, and I would have probably laughed if fear wasn’t still gripping me about what’s to happen next. Hugh kicks off his shoes and socks, then unbuckles his tight leather pants and peels them down his legs. When he stands straight again, he is fully naked, his dick hard and swollen. He grips it and strokes it as he looks at me.

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