Montana Jordan Shirtless Novels & Stories

Just as I'm ready to give in, we hear something that makes us both jump up. "Mommy?" Dakota says from the other bedroom. I jump out of bed and start looking for my clothes. When all I see is my dress from the night before, I groan. "Here, wear these." Jordan throws me a T-shirt and a pair of his boxers. As soon as I have the clothes on, I hear Dakota opening the other bedroom door. I run to the door and open it. She's standing on the other side, looking at me in surprise. I turn and see Jordan dressed in a T-shirt and athletic shorts. Dakota looks at him, too.

"You are mine forever." Magnus Jordan took a shuddering breath, feeling the change in the other man as he reversed the path of the knife, twisting it over his skin and in quick, rough movements cut the shirt off Jordan. Tiny red welts formed where the fabric had stuck too close to his body to remove without touching his skin. Despite the heat, Jordan shivered, and the stuffy air in the shed didn't change that. The icy cold began to spread through him, his skin tingled uncomfortably, and the marks of the knife burned.

I laugh softly, letting him take control, my lips too numb from last night's effect. We left the bathroom almost thirty minutes later, and once we realized we had work to do, hurried to our closet to get dressed. Lazily, I took out the joggers and sweats before putting them on. It starts to get colder, and since we are outside, I decided to put on something to keep me warm other than my inhuman temperature. "I'm leading training today," Jordan called out as reach up to wear a van. "Hey, you promised me some sessions, what about that?" I questioned, exiting the closet and went to sit on the bed. Jordan stood by the dresser, pulling on a black jacket over his gray tee. He looks back at me, smi

Michael and I hadn't found that even ground yet. "Am I working you too hard?" Jordan's voice startled me out of my thoughts, and I turned around to look at him. He wore his usual uniform: black jeans, a white shirt, and a black apron. It was a simple look on anyone, but he somehow looked like a million dollars in it. "Sorry, just having one of those days. But I'm done here for today, getting ready to head out."

I can hear my intestines wiggling like worms in protests. And oh that hissing sound? I bet it's fat sizzles. I carefully and quietly appear from the wall and what stands in front of my eyes, the back facing me, is Jordan Crown himself. He's topless, only wearing an apron. I can see the well-defined muscles of his back, the rough and firm muscles that link his broad shoulders. That athletic structure reaches all the way down, which his round and healthy buttocks restricted from going further. I know he has the cake. It forms against his gray sweatpants. HIS GRAY SWEATPANTS!

Jordan's hand found my bare back, stroking down my spine. In the next rounds, they lost. Riley lost his tee, revealing more tattoos. Jordan stripped his own shirt after, his muscles rippling as he tossed it aside. Broad shoulders, defined abs—I stared too long, my cock stirring in my jeans. I won one again, making Jordan drop his shorts. He stood with only his boxers around him, his bulge obvious, thick and… I can't describe it. It just looks insanely perfect. My mouth went dry, imagining it hard against me.

Athena and Mallory thought they had seen it all, not until they saw some shirtless men in the field, wearing loose pants with sweat tricking down their upper bodies. Mallory gulped down the saliva in her throat as she saw some of the men bulge in their loose pants. “Did you see that?” Mallory asked Athena beside her in a hushed tone. Athena saw the men displaying their abs and six-packs on the field with sweat trickling down their bare bodies. But she was barely affected.

“You never had a man tell you you’re hot while you're half-naked in his robe?” Cordon tried to laugh but it came out tight. “Definitely not.” “I’ll take that as a first,” Jed said. “So, which line do you like from Legionwear?” “The Mayan one. Vibrant colors. I wear them when I train or pull long shifts.” Jed raised an eyebrow. “Bold choice for a straight guy.” Cordon chuckled. “I like comfort and good support. Doesn’t make me less straight.” “Didn’t say it did. But you looked good just holding those bríéfs.”

I tell him fully awake now, thinking the Goddess Dean put one of his shirts on me last night. Jordan grabs my hand and accepts my help, then pulls me towards the door. “You three stay away. We don’t need you freaking out. We’ll let you know if we need help.” Jordan tells the triplets as he pulls me out of the room and towards mine. I get dressed quickly and leave the room in a crop top and workout leggings. “Woah.” Jordan says when I leave my room, and I look up at his shocked eyes. My eyes scrunch, “What?” I ask him and he shrugs, “Just the most of your skin I’ve ever seen. Who would have thought you had such a nice body under all the jackets.” He tells me and I can already feel my cheeks g

I grind against him, and he moans. "Let me ask you this before I lose control. Would you and your bunnies be willing to join the misfits? We can each keep our own names and labels, but we'll all be together." I roll my hips and grind on him more. "I actually wanted to talk to you about that, too. So many of us have mated with the misfits that it makes sense. Now remove your pants so I can ride the bear." I take my shirt off, and Jordan stands, putting me on my feet. He has his clothes off and is sitting in the chair so fast that I barely see him move. I slide my pants off and climb back onto his lap. Yes, ladies, I finally get to climb the grizzly before I ride him. Who hasn't wanted to ride