Chandler Riggs Shirtless Novels & Stories

“I won't run. You have my word.” There was a pause before he stood up suddenly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing a chest dusted with hair, muscles from who knows what workouts. He shrugged it off, hanging it on my chair. “Undress me with your mouth and remove my pants only. I don’t want to feel your teeth on my skin.'

I heard it again, the loud sound has turned into a long drawn out cry of release. I felt so suffocated in my room. I got up and cracked the door open, intending to head down the stairs where I wouldn't hear these insane sounds. But as I stepped into the hallway, my mum's door was swung open. I stopped dead. Mr Chadwick was standing there. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was shirtless, his broad chest still glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His black hair was a mess, and his jaw sharp enough to cut through anything. He looked dangerous.

The kitchen was already a war zone. Victoria stood at the counter in a tank top and shorts I’d never seen her wear, phone to her ear, free hand rubbing her temple. Dad sat at the island in gym shorts and nothing else, fanning himself with a rolled-up magazine like it might actually help. Chase leaned against the fridge—shirtless, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair still damp from the shower, holding a water bottle pressed to the back of his neck. I stopped in the doorway. His eyes lifted. Traveled down—taking in the too-big jersey, my bare legs, the obvious fact I wasn’t wearing anything underneath—then dragged slowly back up to my face. Held my gaze one beat too long.

“I can take indecent photos of you. I’ll show the photos to the world if you piss me off.” Without breaking eye contact with Paige, Chris started to take off his clothes. Paige was at a loss. “What are you doing?” “Didn’t you want to take photos? I’m just making your work easier.” Chris looked at Paige with a fake smile. Paige had no words. The man had no shame. Chris quickly removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Although Paige had been intimate with Chris many times, she was still too shy to look at him. Now that she did, she was surprised to see how fit he was. His pecs were well-defined, and he had an athletic build. His physique was like a work of art.

I bought a white short sun dress with strappy white sandals. Zachary got knee length shorts and patterned colored dress shirt. When we met each other we both checked each other out. The dress shirt was not buttoned and I could see Zachary's abs obviously. I looked at him strangely, he looked back because he taught I was looking at something else. I was trying to recall the first time I saw Zachary shirtless, he had abs right ? If he did why am I noticing now ?

"I gave you an order. Do it. Slowly." I swallowed hard, my stomach flipping. The weight of the situation felt so heavy with the guilt and the pressure of the moment. With a slow, hesitant move, my top was set aside, leaving the skirt as requested. The cool air in the room felt sharp against my skin. Chandler began to move. He reached for his tie, his gaze never leaving mine, unfastening it with a calmness that made the air feel even tighter. He worked through the buttons of his shirt one by one until he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor.

I tuck a few extra hair band in my pocket just incase. Taking a deep breath before opening my door I walked down the hall. I can hear Aunt Linda and Riggin’s voices whispering. Aunt Linda looks on the verge of tears but before I can say anything she see’s me and gasps, causing Riggin to turn around his jaw hitting the floor. Well it’s too late to change now. The way Riggin is staring at me has my stomach in knots. He stood up and I hope I’m holding myself together. I get a full view of him and damn does he look sexy. He’s wearing wranglers that are just the perfect fit not too tight but not too loose. A black and grey pearl snap western shirt with white grid lines, and he’s holding his baseb

The rest of the dress flew down freely, stopping just at mid thigh. Chris was dressed in black leather pants and a white T-shirt that looked like it was tailor made for him. The T-shirt clung to his body perfectly, showing off his muscular arms and toned body. On the back of the chair he had stood up from was a black leather jacket. I guess he had taken that off when he got in here. He looked really different from yesterday when he had been wearing a suit. He was wearing a boyish smile on his face that just made his look a lot younger than his real age.

Everyday you come into work looking like a model 🤮 Alanna🥺 Thank you? Nikolai‼️ I wanna show off too 😔 Alanna🥺 You can wear anything you want tonight! You, Asher, and Wilder Asher🗿 I'm going shirtless then 😏 Mr. Carson Mr. Pierce please don't Wilder✨ Haha can't show off your imaginary abs 😝 Asher🗿 Well I'm sorry wilder that we're all not like you 😑

It was instinct to grab it and close it over my nakedness, but even though my hands twitched, I caught myself and made myself leave it for him to rake me with his eyes. I could smell his desire rising. And then a low, approving growl started rolling in his chest. Gathering my courage, I pulled the two halves of the robe neckline open and back, letting it slide off my shoulders, then sag down to catch on my elbows. The two front panels caught on my breasts, but barely. I was holding them there. If I just dropped my hands… My belly was bare, though, and Rig’s eyes flared as he tugged at his own robe belt, then threw the thing off his shoulders like it was a hindrance, so he stood in front of m