Tyler Cameron Shirtless Novels & Stories

The air shifted when Tyler entered a room, even the outdoors. He stopped beside my lounger. I heard the soft thunk of a glass being set down on the small table next to me, then felt his shadow stretch across my legs. “Didn’t expect to find you out here,” he said, his voice low and easy. I kept my eyes closed. “Because I’m not allowed to enjoy the sun?” He chuckled. “No, because you never stop moving.” There was something in his tone teasing, but warm. I cracked one eye open and glanced up. He was shirtless, hair damp like he’d just showered, loose sweatpants slung low on his hips. The sunlight kissed the scar across his collarbone and the old mark of his warrior brand on his shoulder.

The door flew inward. Tyler stood there, shirtless, his chest rising and falling way too fast like he’d just sprinted up a flight of stairs. His basketball shorts hung low on his hips, and I swear there was a faint red mark on his neck that looked a hell of a lot like a hickey. And I knew that look on his face. I’d seen it on him plenty of times back in the day. He’d been fucking someone. No doubt about it. "Where the fuck were you the last five minutes?" I snapped, keeping my voice low so Kasey wouldn’t hear the edge in it. "We’ve been out here ringing the damn bell like idiots."

The front door was thrown back against the wall with a violent thud. I jumped, my hand flying to my throat. Tyler stood in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dying orange light of the sunset. He wasn't wearing a suit. His shirt was wrinkled, the top three buttons undone, and his hair was a chaotic mess. Behind him stood Big Elijah, his face a mask of grim professional duty.

I was late most of the time. I picked the menu and studied it intently. Too intent than I’d like. It was probably because I couldn’t get the image of Cameron and how good he looked in those denim jeans and shirt out of my head. The simple T-shirt, which he had opted for, was glued to his body, outlining the broad expanse and finely sculpted muscles of his chest. I had seen him without a shirt before, and I knew how good his body looked. I was sweating off in my kitchen, looking like a slice of pizza that I could just devour.

Grace leaves. "Why should I be fired?" I crossed my arms. Tyler's black hair was tousled, his forehead was sweaty causing a few strands of hair to stick to it. He wore black jeans, a black T-shirt and had a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large tattoo in the shape of a lightning bolt stood out on his neck. Tyler was quite a bad boy. "Well, you're right. Do you like the song? It was especially for you."

Tyler asked quietly as I stepped onto the mat. I gave a single nod, slipping my hoodie off and tossing it aside. I wore tight workout clothes, nothing flashy, something I could move in. Something I could fight in. I was done playing polite Luna. I needed to feel strong again. And I didn’t care how many visions I saw by having Camerin touch my skin. I will use them to my advantage. Camerin finally approached. “We’re going to push limits today. You asked for this,” he said. “No complaints. No quitting.”

, I mentally guessed who it was. I turned to look at Pearl only to find her wide-eyed and clearly drooling. "Close that mouth of yours, girl, you're embarrassing us," I told her. Just as I guessed, Cameron took off the helmet, and then in a deep voice I hadn't heard him speak before, said "Hey there you Beauts, hope y'all having a splendid day" Pearl and I just stared at each other, wide eyed, in total shock and then back at Cameron. He looked so sexy in a body fit white tee shirt, black leather jacket, and black leather pants. The outfit did wonders in flaunting his muscular body. This dress code was not what we were used to seeing Cameron in. He was always attired in smart, designer casual

My brain still felt a bit slow and warm around the edges from the alcohol but I was sobering up quite a bit. my phone pinged as I was changing into pjs. Tyler: I can't stop thinking about u, u looked hot in that little skirt. ;) Me: Thanks, tonight was fun. Tyler: I think all of my friends liked u. Me: they seemed cool... Tyler: What r u wearing? Me: uhhh.... pjs? Tyler: tell me what they look like... ;) me: blue sleep shirt. Tyler: what else? I bet u look beautiful...

A woman like me ain't got no use for pride. "Mama," he said, "We can't do this. Isn't this...wrong?" As I felt the cool prison air against my bare shoulder , goosebumps raised. For the first time, I realized that I was growing nervous. Tyler's resistance made me realize what it was I was doing. But this wasn't about me. This was about what Tyler needed. I slipped my shirt completely off my shoulder and it fell onto the floor. Now I was wearing nothing but my bra, panties, and flats (which I kicked right off).

We collaborate. What would you think about often witnessing your coworkers nude? You wouldn't mind, would you? You're a tiny pervert. What if you're a homosexual man in the closet who wants to keep his personal life private? Well? Then, what about it? As soon as I enter the dressing room, I realise how serious my error was. Tyler Bennett is hunched down at the waist, removing his compression tights with his back to the rest of us. He gently straightens. Painstakingly slowly, every single vertebra uncurls and latches together. A deep line runs down his back. A sweat-stained indentation.