Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

She couldn't see the man who kept turning away from her coming in after her unless he intended to do it fully clothed. "Okay, but you have to strip down to your undies. No tricks," she said, calling his bluff. His jacket hit the floor and it was her turn to gulp. He undid one button and then another until his shirt was on the floor too. Aria inhaled sharply. She knew he was completely ripped under his tailored suits, but damn if seeing it wasn't something else. Aria was not a stranger to shirtless men. She had sparred with her fair share of them. Bart didn't sparr without a shirt though, so this was all new to her.

Richard appeared just as I began to wonder what I was doing in the Alpha's house. He was in his full warrior clothes. A sleeveless camouflage. It was unbuttoned, revealing tattooed bare chest and muscled abs. The matching shorts did not cover all of his toned, powerful thighs. I caught myself staring and quickly straightened my eyes. I felt comforted by the fact that I was not the only guilty one. His eyes swept over me like I was naked, reminding me of the last time our bodies touched.

"If we do not stand together, Sean and the Council will tear us apart. We will lose everything." Walking quickly across the rug, Chandler did not say another word. He closed the distance between them in three long strides. Reaching out, he grabbed her upper arms with a rough, punishing grip. He yanked her body hard against his solid chest, knocking the breath right out of her lungs. They stared directly into each other's eyes. A chaotic, explosive mix of hate, overwhelming stress, and sudden, fierce lust burned between them. Without any warning, Chandler grabbed the collar of her expensive silk top. He ripped the fabric violently down the middle, popping the small buttons off the threads. Th

All of us contestants had to stand side by side in a row while Alpha Zain addressed us. The man remained shirtless leaving each muscle on his ripped body and his toned six-pack on full display. It didn't take that long for the image to take me back to that night with the alpha, but the reality of our impending challenge, stubborn as it was, found its way to the forefront of my mind.

In my living room. Yeah. That’s happening. And he’s shirtless. Just. Taking it off. As if it’s nothing. Calm. Cool. Casual. No pounding heart, no awkward fumbles, nothing betraying even the tiniest hint of…temptation. His polo disappears in stages. Slowly, deliberately, almost innocuous, until boom abs. A carved, dangerous landscape. A neat trail of dark hair disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Chest hair patterned in a kind of organized chaos around the nipples. A silver chain drapes across him. A ring. A golden band. Everything about him screams…perfect.

I wiggled my shoulders, showing off my backpack, which was just as soaked as the rest of me. "And his pants, and shorts." Liv cackled. "We're the worst!" Chandler's lips cracked into a small grin. "Your revenge is to make him walk around half-naked?" "Yep." I nodded. "Wait. Shit." Liv tilted her head. "This may work against you, Haze. If you're trying to avoid sex, and he's half-naked…" Shit. Dammit. "I'll give his pants back when he grovels." I waved it off.

“Very funny.” “You were thinking you wanted to get laid.” Chase popped the buttons on his shirt. “But that douchebag was the best you could do? In an arena filled with real cowboys, you picked…him?” “He wore a hat. And boots. And chaps.” Chase laughed. “He wore a Toby Keith party hat. His boots were brand spankin’ new. And the chaps? Hell. Them I can’t even explain.” He toed off his boots. Unhooked his chaps and let them fall to the floor in a dusty whoosh. The fact Ava’s eyes never wavered from watching him strip prompted him to bare it all. He unbuckled his belt. Once the zipper loosened his jeans, he slipped them off along with his briefs. He grabbed the back strap of his chaps. Felt godd

He groans my name as ribbons of his hot sticky seed cover them. Then I hear a knock on the door just before Dillian squealed, "Oh my God, you thirsty bitch! Save some hotties for me, why don't you?!" I groan, hiding my face in my arm against the desk. Riggs kisses my spine while he tucks away his dick. He sweeps his shirt off his body and then hands it to me. He backs up just enough so I can turn. "Put it on. I ruined your skirt." He takes out a pocket- knife and removes the rest of it. He uses the remnants to clean me off while I put his shirt on over my head.

She was already wearing the clothes he provided; a matching black suit, and white polo underneath. "Did you wrap your breast?" Standing up, he asked. "I did. Why? Does it still show that I'm a woman?" She was worried. Chandler cackled another laugh as he approached. "What confidence." "Huh?" Instead of teasing her about her body just like what Brett always does, Chandler shook his head with a response, "Nothing." Then he looked at her from toe to head. "Height is...a little bit awkward for a guy," he commented, rubbing his chin while evaluating. "We can't cut your hair so I bought a wig instead."

“You won’t want to miss this show.” He tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing miles of bare skin at his torso. Hugh’s not a gym buff, but between his Alpha genes and the amount he does work out, he’s deliciously toned. He flexes a little as I look, and I would have probably laughed if fear wasn’t still gripping me about what’s to happen next. Hugh kicks off his shoes and socks, then unbuckles his tight leather pants and peels them down his legs. When he stands straight again, he is fully naked, his dick hard and swollen. He grips it and strokes it as he looks at me.