Steven Seagal Shirtless Novels & Stories

Had to be when you ripped everything you owned shifting. I pull on some black leggings & a tank top. I reach for my belt, a knife strapped in like an extra limb, & my boots. In the bathroom I tie back my wavy mess & ready myself for the day ahead. "love?" Seb calls a few moments later. I pop my head out of the bathroom door. He's standing there shirtless. My brain short circuits for a moment, like it does every time this 6 foot tall walking muscle was even half naked.

Sebastian POV The black silk shirt that pooled around Elliot’s boots was the final barrier to fall. He stood bare-chested in the center of the room, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps that made his ribcage lift. The skin of his chest was a deep, feverish pink, the heat from his sudden cycle radiating off him like steam from hot pavement. I looked at his body, really looked at it, without the heavy canvas and hard plastic of his Wolves gear. He was covered in old scars from stray skate blades, his shoulders wide and packed with dense hockey muscle. His pale skin was dusted with dark freckles that stood out against his flush.

My unfinished story. He​ stood‌ there shirt​less, wear⁠ing o​nly a pair of b⁠aggy jeans t‍hat rested⁠ on his hips.⁠ His biceps w​ere⁠ hard, glistening as if h​e’d just finish‍ed an i⁠n⁠tens​e workout. His‌ abs—thos​e same abs I once ran my hands across—were righ‍t t​here. R​eal.‍ Cl⁠ose. To⁠o close.

Those were the thoughts that were echoing through Gregg’s mind as he stared straight ahead at the approaching dark figure. When the figure got closer, Gregg could see that the figure was wearing no shirt. He could also see that the dark figure was muscular. Tattoos covered the figure’s chest and torso. When the shirtless man grew closer, Gregg could see two large lightning bolt tattoos on each side of the man’s six-pack abdomen.

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.

By the time we worked into his room I was already breathless. "You can't just throw a black card at me. Fraudsters exist,” Shane turned to and for the first time I noticed he was shirtless. When did the shirt come off? He turned to me with a tired expression and I took a step closer to him. He looked so much more handsome. His black hair tossed to the side and tattoos!!! "Take your card." I threw it to the bed about to turn when he grabbed me by the arm spinning me towards him. "I'm not taking your car you can go and shove it u-" the words never left my lips as he met mine.

“Unless you’re afraid of losing control around a younger girl.” The effect was immediate. Something dangerous flashed through his eyes. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, Bellamy began unbuttoning his white shirt. My breath caught instantly. He tossed the soaked fabric aside before removing the rest of his clothes, revealing broad shoulders, sculpted abs, and dark tattoos curling along one powerful arm. Heat rushed violently through me.