Thomas Brodie Sangster Shirtless Novels & Stories

This was just … fun. When I glanced back over to make eye contact, they were gone and were sliding into the seats beside me, one on each side. Arms covered with tattoos, Thomas wore a short-sleeved henley shirt that hugged every one of his muscles, and Hudson had his dark hair slicked with grease and a white button-up shirt that looked to be a size too small for him. But I didn’t complain. “Back again,” Thomas said, his entire body turned toward me. I noticed the death stares from all the single ladies in the room.

"Hit me." "You know I would if I could. I'm in a damn closet nearly naked with zombies outside, but I just don't have the energy to do anything." I leaned my head against the wall, pulling a new blanket around me. "Put your arms up." Thomas faced me, removing his shirt. "You can wear my shirt." Raising my arms, Thomas pulled his tee shirt over my head. God. It smelled just like him. So frigging good. "Thank you." I tugged up the collar and sniffed.

Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did. “And that’s Brody,” Teddy continued, nodding toward the redhead beside him. Brody was all freckles and charm, a mess of curls and a crooked grin that said he knew exactly how adorable he was. “I’m on bass. I provide the heart and the hips.” Just then, the door behind me swung open again. Ophelia stepped out, phone still in hand, frowning down at her screen. “Ugh,” she muttered. “He’s the devil in a Patagonia vest. I swear—oh.” Her gaze lifted, locking on Teddy first, then trailing to Thomas and Brody behind him. “Whoa.”

Though none was blaming Hendry for his brother and Sloan wasn't hurt badly, everyone was still visibly on edge. "So, tell us, Boy, what kind of wedding night did you imagine tonight would be?" "Well, first, everyone should be naked by now." Sloan grinned making Hendry chuckle. This was what they needed, the playful side of their younger man. "And then what?" Brody asked, before kissing Callie's naked shoulder. She looked beautiful in her off-the-shoulder bridal dress and she knows it. "Um, I was hoping to peel Callie's bridal lingerie that she let me peek a couple of days ago."

“Make you say please.” “Please,” I whisper, breath catching. He groans, rubbing his jaw. “Take your shirt off.” He parrots my earlier command, but I actually listen. I swallow and tug the loose top over my head, revealing the lacy white bralette I’m wearing under it. Scott lets out a slow whistle. “Fuck, baby.” He adjusts the camera so I can see more of him. He’s sprawled on the bed now, his muscles taut and his eyes locked on me. “Take all of it off,” he says. “Let me see you.”

"Fine. No touching." Hannah and Palmer shared a high-five before getting dressed for the stripper's arrival. They all had flimsy little dresses that barely covered their asses and boobs. Brook could barely wear a bra because the strap would show, and she had to go braless like her friends. The cool air from the air conditioner hardened her nipples into pointy tips in the black satin gown she had on. They had a few glasses of wine before the doorbell rang.

he asked as she started to pull at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. “I need something to put on the wound to stop the bleeding,” she repeated very patiently. “You're not going to get naked here—” “I'm not!” she exclaimed. “I just need to tear this shirt so... why is this so damn hard to tear? It looks easy in the movies.” He snickered. “Stop. Use this.” And he started to strip his shirt off… his body. “What are you doing?” she asked, very suspiciously. “Use this. It's got blood in my back already, so it doesn’t matter. I have a lot and I can walk shirtless. You can't.”

Hopefully a few minutes of airing out the room and sitting out here will be enough to calm my body and get rid of the evidence of Arthur’s effect on me. A few minutes later I hear the click of the door opening then being softly closed and locked, then Thomas appears at the balcony doors with his jacket draped over his arm. His sleeves are turned up to just below his elbows and his top few buttons undone, revealing the taut toned skin of his chest and the curved tips of the tattoo I’ve seen in training. Goddess damn it. “Thomas, you didn’t need to do that. I ate earlier.” I cross my legs tightly hoping it’ll somehow hide my scent, and look at the brown paper bag he placed on the bistro table

he questioned while picking his briefs, boxers and gray t-shirt. I nodded as my answer. The white blanket remained covering my naked body. Thyro smirked and came to me carrying his clothes. And without warning he took the blanket that was covering my naked body so I was still. "Shutang ina! Thyro what are you doing?! I'm naked!" I said blushing while trying to cover the sensitive part of my body.

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.