Chandler Riggs Shirtless Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Turning around slowly, I found Chandler standing three feet away. He looked terrible. The tailored gray suit hung loosely on his frame, as if he had lost ten pounds in a week. Dark, purple bags bruised the skin under his eyes. The arrogant, untouchable Alpha who threw me out of his packhouse onto the cold pavement was entirely gone. He looked like a desperate, starving dog. "Chandler," I acknowledged, keeping my voice dead flat.

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.

“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."

I could only guess they had done their findings about me before now. Concurring, I loosened the strap round my neck and let the fabric fall to my waist. I wasn’t wearing a bra. I had big, perky boobs, they jerked too attention. Nipples a bit taut from my horny state. Chad came round to whistle, eyes brimming with amused interest…and maybe lust? “Get the camera set up.” Ezra said. “W-what?” I turned to him. “You’re not done undressing.” He quirked a brow at me.

There was no time to play princess dress up. Yet Richard was a man I respected. And I didn't want to be seen as a leader whom universal laws did not apply to. So I groaned as I pulled my shirt over my head, and stood topless; then ripped off my trousers and left myself with only undershorts. I kicked away my shoes, and flung my socks out into the darkness. Then ran my hand over my hair, smoothing it back with the water that had softened it and underneath my knuckles. Before I straightened up, facing him again.