Montana Jordan Shirtless Novels & Stories

Altansanai took a quick shower and dress up for the grocery shopping which Raymond tricked her to go.She wore a plain white t-shirt with the caption 'Badass bitch' inscribed in a blue print in front of it close to her breast area and a tight, plain ,black jean trouser to match.The shirt was lose-fitted ,hanging away from her body but not enough to hid her enormous breast and her feet coated with a black boot that create a low click at each step she took while her hair was packed in a single ponytail and was allowed to bounce around with each step she took couple with the unisex belt which held tight to the waist of the jean.Her front shirt stuck inside her pants showing the beautiful de

I dried my body with the towel and then I realized that I have no clothes there. "Shit! Such a fool." I smacked my head for my foolishness and looked for a bathrobe. But to my bad luck there was no bathrobe. But something caught my gaze and it was a shirt. As it was Jordan's shirt so obviously it was bigger than my size so when I put it on my body it almost covered my body till my mid-thigh. I came out of the bathroom and found Jordan sitting on the bed with my food. His gaze shifted to my side when he heard the door open. "Come and have your break……" His words caught in his throat when his gaze fell on me and he found me in his shirt.

But when I opened the door— I froze. Jordan stood by the kitchen island. Shirtless. His jacket lay tossed over a chair. Tattoos ran across his wide shoulder and down his arm. Sunlight from the window cut across his bare chest, accentuating his muscles and sharp angles. He looked relaxed and so fucking cute. For a split second, my breath caught. I hated that my body reacted before my mind did. Jordan noticed before I realized it and his lips curved slowly. “Morning, beautiful.” I swallowed and forced my eyes away. “Where’s Jalen?”

He smirked before jogging towards the door, his sweatpants clinging to his waist and his tattoos more visible than last night, encompassed around his whole body. "Does that guy ever wear a shirt?" Jordon huffed, low enough for me to hear but not loud enough for Elijah to hear, looking up I smiled which he returned a friendly one, both trying to keep ourselves from laughing. Despite his hard exterior, he seemed genuine, in fact, he and Elijah are the epitome of juxtaposition. "Well, like I said," He continued, "It's just my opinion, doesn't mean you actually have to believe it."

" I called and he stopped. I can't possibly stay here alone. It's better to walk home naked at night than disgrace myself in broad daylight. And there's no way I'm sleeping in such a dangerous place. Jordan faced me and waited for me to get up. Thank God I shaved this morning! I waited for more "instructions" from him but instead, he pulled off his shirt and threw it at me. Yes, I caught it but what caught my attention was his body. So hot. I was already turned on. Only heavens know how long I stared and drooled over him. Makes me wonder how he looks below the belt. "Wear it" He snapped me out of my fantasy world. Oh great! He caught me checking him out! I struggled a little but gratefully w

I was trying to reach the top shelf but realized I was too short, which annoyed me. "Need a hand?", a voice said from behind me. I turned around, startled, seeing Jordan leaning against the kitchen wall. His shirt was still off, which I had seen in the room, but I allowed myself to really take his form. He was not as bulky, but his muscles were shown clearly. Good fucking genetics. He wore grey sweatpants. My eyes followed the v-cut shape he sported. He cleared his throat, and I looked back up into his blue eyes. He had that same expression in his eye that Carter had after I had been caught checking him out.

During the first few days of his stay in Bellcana, he was just fine, and then he has changed dramatically. “What are you wearing?” Jordan was repulsed and asked. “What’s wrong with my outfit? It’s comfortable,” I told him, defending the black mini dress I was wearing for my OOTD. "It's short and exposes your collarbone!” He exclaimed angrily. My nostrils flared, but I bit my tongue and shook my head, amazed that he could be so nosy for a man. Of course, because it's an off-the-shoulder mini dress, the collarbone will be visible!

The door gave way and a shirtless Jordan stood before her. For the love of God, the man only had on low hanging sweats with his sculpted abs and defined Vee line on display. She gulped, damn he's fucking gorgeous and even more so with the upper half of his solid six feet three, naked. She bit her bottom lip to keep her from reaching for him and exploring that expose expanse of hot skin with her itching fingers. His emerald pools darkened and she knew she wasn't on that blazing track of desire alone.

"I mean, sir, Miss Bethany want to speak to you." "The door is opened." Jordan deep voice came from inside. Sara opened the door and moved away while Bethany went in. Her gaze fell on Jordan and her mouth went dried immediately. She was frozen to her spot as she stared at the half naked man standing before her. He was only wearing his black pant and nothing else on his upper body. Jordan slowly turned and faced her. Seeing how lost she was, staring at him, he smirked and asked in a low, deep voice that sent a wave of shock running through her bone, "You like what you see?"

I turned and scowled at River. “What?” River asked innocently and leaned away from me. “You bought him a four-wheeler?” I screeched. “I mean, he is four years old. It seemed like the perfect gift. Besides, it was four birthdays that I had to make up for,” River said. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Dude, that is fucking awesome!” Jordan said. Jordan stood beside us and admired the four-wheeler. “I bought a helmet, knee pads, and elbow pads. What more do you want?” River asked and chuckled.