Novel & Cerita Chandler Riggs Shirtless

Vanity had stunned the world by wearing that ivory wedding gown that cost an arm and a leg, and at the reception she made many ladies puke blood with envy and many men nosebleed with her beauty. Vanity wore a red gown that showed off her fine, smooth, and fair back, which was free of blemishes and marks. The bold tattoo on her shoulder blades that read "CHANDLER" drew a lot of men's attention and made them envious of Chandler. That single word announced to the entire world that the lady had been taken and was not playing games.

I turned the corner and walked down the hallway, still wearing my dress from yesterday. I froze at what I saw. Christopher stood in the kitchen, his back facing me. He went about flipping something in a skillet, ignoring the sunlight spilling across his bare shoulders. He was shirtless- I have never seen him shirtless. The grey pants he wore dangerously hung low on his hips, making me curious about what the front view would look like. "W....w... what are you doing?" I blinked hard, banishing the dirty thoughts in my head. I tried distracting myself with the smell of butter from the way that towel on his shoulder made him look sexier than a model in an expensive suit.

He pulled me so he could take off my clothes entirely. I sobbed as he got off. I hugged my knee to cover my breast. Alex walk over, I squirm as he started to tear my leggings and rip my undies. I cried uncomfortably, I was stark naked in front of five guys. Lord help me. Will Noah come to save me? That was the thought in my head. Alex moved away, Miles and Chase took off their shirts and unbuckled their belt. Please no. I cried. Chase smirked down at me but Miles gave me a apologetic look.

Going back to the shed with bicycle, I saw Chad waiting for me under the shed with muddy Nutty. Chad is here. He is really here. I wasn't imagining him. His presence is real. "I knew you can not leave her neither me." Chad was calm. His casual outfit on his chiselled body invited my wild imagination. I could so much with him. I could scratch his back... To Mark him. I could bite his neck to show the world that Chandler Lyons is mine. I could kiss his abs... Wait. He has abs now. When did it happen? He had a good body, but he looks more built now.

I haven't been here for a week now and it feels like a year. Every where is neatly arranged. I drop my bag and glance around Chase's living room. He's not around. Where is he? I hear loud grunts from somewhere in his apartment. I follow the noise, up the stairs and down the hallway. I stop outside his gym room. The door is ajar and Chase is shirtless, punching the life out of a punching bag. He's wearing a black Nike joggers that hang low on his waist, revealing his Calvin Klein white briefs. He's sweating profusely. His torso drips down sweat and I watch a stray line of sweat till it travels down his waistline and disappears past his boxers.

A little gasp left Oscar’s lips and I assured my gorgeous fiance by kissing the side of his neck and moving my hand back under his sweatpants. “Zal...” A little protest leaves his lips, but then his breath hitched when he sees Rigg’s cheeks flushed pink. “It’s okay baby, it’s Riggs. He has a kink and he likes to watch, he likes to be submissive and I was thinking that he might be perfect for you to explore your sexuality.” I could see Riggs lick his lips when he saw the clear lust in Oscar’s eyes. “Riggs, would you mind slowly stripping naked for us? Maybe play with yourself a little and show Oscar just how good you can please yourself?”

She didn't know whether or not it was okay for her to get her blonde wig wet but seeing that it was fine after being submerged in water for a while , she didn't think much about it and dried it the same way she dries her hair . Rogue must have taken a bath too as he was dressed in black pants and a buttoned down white shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbow , showing of his muscular forearm with protruding veins - and Chelsea against her better sense of reasoning have to admit that the sight was really to her liking . What ? Well - imagine a really hot guy sitting in your room with a few buttons of his shirt opened and showing off just the right amount of skin and brewing you a cup o

“The student council changed the theme to costumes. It’s going to be… fun.” The silence that crashed down was lethal. Chandler’s jaw locked so tight the muscle bulged like it might snap. His eyes went black, pupils swallowing the irises until nothing human remained—just raw, feral possession that made my stomach twist with dark, shameful want. The air turned thick enough to choke on, heavy with the scent of his cologne, his rage, and the dark hunger rolling off him in waves that made my nipples tighten painfully against the corset. “You’re going to wear this?” His voice dropped to a guttural growl that vibrated straight through my bones and settled low in my belly. “In public? Where every ho

Standing, he brushed out the creases in his suit as he now spoke to Lance, “The Mare will no longer be an issue.” Following suit, Chiri clenched her teeth, before wobbling unsteadily to her feet beside him. The muscles in her bare legs visibly shaking. It was only then that both men noticed she was practically naked. Save for what appeared to be a man’s shirt, with only a few buttons halfheartedly fastened over her small round breasts and a pair of dark lace underwear, nothing hid her slender outline from them as she stood weakly.

It was because of the stupid mate bond that I somehow could not even feel on my end. I felt disgusting in this clothes, all the sweat that clung to my skin. I honestly just wanted to disappear into an oversized sweatpants and sleep forever. I pushed the glass door open, stepping into the dimly lit closet. Lo and behold, the room wasn't empty. Khyrix was standing right there in the center of the aisle. He was completely shirtless, his broad, muscled back turned toward me as he casually ran a hand through a row of button down shirts, looking for something to wear.