Steven Seagal Shirtless Novels & Stories

It felt inadequate now, cheap fabric against the luxury surrounding him. The shirt slid off his shoulders, and Kai caught Sebastian's sharp intake of breath. Those gray eyes darkened, fixed on Kai's bare chest and stomach. "Beautiful," Sebastian murmured. "Keep going." Kai's hands went to his belt. The leather slid through the buckle with a soft whisper. Then the button of his jeans, the zipper. He pushed them down his hips, stepped out of them, standing in just his underwear—plain black boxer briefs that hugged his lean hips.

I told him and drove through, up to the biggest hangar in the vicinity. “Andy where are we?” Mr Stevens asked worriedly. “Some place you’d rather not be.” I relied and got out. He followed quickly and paused when he saw me take off the pullover and tie followed closely by my white button up shirt. I stood there in my sleeveless t-shirt, exposing the tribal tattoo. “If you want to keep riding shotgun I suggest you take off your tie.” I told him with a wicked gleam in the eye. Mr Stevens looked around at the high fences and the old hangers.

He stood before the sink, gazing at his reflection as he washed the crumbs off his hands. Afterward, Steven did not mind freeing his body from all the clothes he had on. Unfastening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, Steven begins to get rid of his clothes one at a time until he is left wearing only a black boxer. He felt comfortable as he gazed at his shirtless six-pack abs body reflection in the mirror before walking out.

Harper said, without emotion in her voice. Harper doesn't smile, just talk, her tune never shows any type of emotion, don't even know what she is made up of. "I see you finally opened your eyes, Are you okay?" Vegas' deep yet soft voice asked from the door, I turned to his direction. Vegas stood by the entrance of the door shirtless, his pants hanging on his lower waist, his body resting on the frame as he crossed his hands and legs. So when did he start going shirtless in Jaylen's home? I'm not going to lie, shirtless Vegas was something else, he had the body. My eyes roamed around his body shamelessly, Vegas is really God's favorite.