Steve Harrington Shirtless Novels & Stories

Harlow stuffed her feet in the leather knee-high boots, then laced them up. She glanced at Gore then frowned. "What is that face for?" "I'm not allowing you on the battlefield shirtless, Gore." He made a face. "I wasn't planning to go like this, I just couldn't decide which shirt to wear. I don't know if I should go casual, or formal." "Just wear the blue and orange one, I think you look sexy in that." When Harlow stood, Gore pulled her to him.

The moment the chat app opened, my eyes widened in shock, and the breath caught in my throat. Shane had sent an outrageously hot selfie. In the photo, he stood shirtless in front of the mirror in his private home gym. It showcased his broad, sculpted chest, perfectly defined six-pack abs, and the prominent veins running along his arms. His entire torso glistened with sweat post-workout, his grey sweatpants riding tantalizingly low on his hips. Below the explicit photo was a caption written in an insufferably seductive tone. Shane: Just finished an intense workout session this afternoon, My Queen. All to make sure my stamina and performance are off the charts when I take you later.

Liz had forgone putting her top back on—claiming it was too sweaty—and opted just to wait in her sports bra and tight leggings. Since my tank top was sweaty and super smelly too I decided to go shirtless myself, I had plenty of spares in my bag I bought earlier, but I wanted to bask in my improved confidence and show off a little. It seemed my decision was the correct one, because not only did I have more than a few girls check me out, Liz seemed to have a hard time looking me in the eye when we spoke. I was enjoying this far more than I should.

Declan stood at the island, shirtless again, dumping protein powder into the blender like he owned the entire building. “Rule one.” I yelled over the noise “Shirt On, Now.” He turned the blender off and grinned that cocky, panty-melting smirk. “Rule two, you don’t get to walk around looking like that and then demand I cover up. Those shorts are illegal, Savage.” He shot back. “These are standard athletic wear, you Neanderthal.” I grabbed an apple from the ridiculous fruit basket the sponsor left and hurled it at his head. He caught it one handed, took a bite, and winked. Before I could launch something heavier, my phone started blowing up.

I asked. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Everyone was waiting for the veteran to make the call. Nathan did not answer away. He reached up with his scarred fingers and grabbed the zipper of his team jacket. With one motion, he pulled it down, letting the heavy fabric fall away from his shoulders. He stood there in his Under Armour shirt. Then, he reached for his gray practice jersey. He pulled it over his head, his face hidden for a second beneath the mesh, before he ripped it off completely and threw it down onto the rubber mat.

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."

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.