Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

They look like trash. "Look at the bed, Selene," he says. His voice is deep like thunder. I look back. The bed sheets have a red spot on them. My heart goes so fast. "I am taking your big white shirt," I say. I pull the shirt tight around my body. It covers my legs down to my knees. "Goodbye!" "Do not leave," he says. But I run fast. I do not look back. LUCIAN POV "Get up here right now, Raze Blackclaw," I talk into my phone. I am mad.

Christ, does this idiot only know how to answer questions with questions? “That wasn’t an answer,” I pointed out. He leaned back in his chair, and only then did I realize he was shirtless. He. Was. Shirtless. Why didn’t I notice that when my body touched his? Why didn’t I realize that when my back rested against his chest? I tried to look at his face, but I couldn’t help it; his chest was too distracting. He was toned, his muscles looked so manly and appealing that I wanted to lick them.

She of all people had no right. "No comebacks? Cat got your tongue?" Priscilla taunted. "No. I just don't like to kiss and tell. It's not a very attractive quality for someone like me," Matteo said coldly and hung up. He threw his phone on the bed and went to his wardrobe. He picked out a pair of black tight-fitting underwear and put it on. He fished through his hanged shirts and picked out an ash coloured one, he added a matching tie and trousers.

I was sure more would turn up once they got word my Atman and I was sparring. Mathias strips his T-shirt, leaving him in just a pair of sweat shorts and his hulking body on display. I can’t help myself, taking a moment to admire the sculpted god. Casting my eyes over every dip and curve, letting them linger on the taught muscles, wide chest, and chiseled abs. He was pure perfection and dare I say he didn’t just make my mouth water but something else was becoming wet. I squeeze my legs together, mentally willing my arousal to dampen down. Chastising myself in the process of becoming excited over my half-covered Atman.

Yet, here I am, pulling the dress over my head. "He's not pretending," I say, my voice muffled by the dress until my head pops through the neckline. "I know Jason. Better than anyone. What I saw in his eyes minutes ago . . . that wasn't pretense. He really, truly believes Irene is his mate. He does." The dress slides down my body, fitting perfectly around my wide hips. Susie steps in behind me, gathering the fabric of her own gown, and tugs up the zipper. She is practically gasping for breath by the time she clicks it into place at the top.

Rhiannon leaned back on the couch, "I'm still sorry though. I'm sorry to everyone whom I disappointed tonight, but I couldn't shake off the feeling," Amelia studied her, "Does this have something to do with what we talked about this morning? The...things you said you've been feeling and seeing?" "Yeah," Rhiannon confirmed, "But you can't tell anyone about this, especially not Ezekiel," "He's your mate, Rhiannon. You have to tell him so he can understand," "I tried! It's almost like he doesn't wanna understand," "Then try again. He will, eventually," Rhiannon bit her lips softly, then asked another question, "Have you ever seen or heard of a man who once wore a Sleeveless charcoal tunic shirt

The jacket contained many rhinestones and beads to be worn by a real guy. “Salvation.” At the other end of the walk-in closet, Salvetti saw Mattheo, who had phoned, displaying a pair of shoes that neither he nor Mattheo could determine whether they were intended for a guy or a circus clown. It was purple with rhinestones, with a blue ribbon and a pink feather tacked on for good measure. Mattheo inspected everything in detail, from every conceivable viewpoint. "Are you sure I'll be able to wear this?"

Matt backed up, bopping away to the beat of the song. Bouncing his butt in Miranda's general direction. She reached out and slapped his butt. "Hey now, no touching the merchandise," Matt said, standing back up and turning around. The girls laughed, and then cheered as he started bobbing his hips again and unbuttoned his shirt awkwardly. It took... longer than necessary. Finally stripping the shirt off, revealing his sparsely haired chest and the top of a treasure trail just under his belly button, he danced a bit and then started working on his belt.