Rider Strong Shirtless Novels & Stories

And judging by his word, also now fully aware that I just called River a wacko, loud. I don't retract it when the quiet one confirms the obvious. River, my new neighbor, is crazy. I'm going to be living next to a crazy person. A hot and sexy crazy male who wants to go out with me. My focus switches to the young silent biker. Dressed in the clubs biker jacket that isn't sleeveless like the one River is wearing nor is it filled with numerous badges, he is a sight for eyes. He has only one with a single word written, SOLDIER. I drop my vision, but not before I notice the perfect, clean-shaven angles of his face or the length of his neck. His leather pants are new and fit him perfectly, hinting

“I think there is a whole boy band and their crew members waiting." “Don't worry, help is on the way..." Another shot goes off and this time, I get a clear view of the rider. He is bulky and has a dragon tattoo on his left arm. His shirt sleeve is not big enough to cover it up. I door at his arm and don't miss. I see him lose control and I use the opportunity to maneuver the car to hit his bike. He falls off the bike and rolls off. Amateurs. I just know they don't want to kill me.

Okay, that was just a slight exaggeration but I was sure you understood what I meant. It should’ve been hot, and if I was being honest, it kind of was. But then… then my eyes decided I hadn't really seen anything hot yet, as they found him. Ridge. He was standing off to the side, looking all hot and steaming, shirtless. Oh, and let me repeat that, he was shirtless.

Covering that fine piece of ass and strong thighs. Not that I was staring like a creep or anything.! Definitely not.! My shirt had been used to tie me up in several ways and were spotting tears and holes in it from my movements so I had to wear his. How many school shirts were this that Hunter had ruined already? I was not sure I had any left. He turns to face me and I gulp. My mouth is dry. His shirtless broad and dark chest glistens in the dim light. His abs are tight and strong. I swallow. I would never get tired of seeing him like this. It always feels like I’m seeing him for the first time.

He had just one tattoo drawing, on his heart area, like a comic parody of — is that Cat Woman? And more than that, he emitted a darker aura than the other two. For the love of God, are those abs even real? They were all so fucking ripped, like those men who give hardcore BDSM fucks in those p**n videos I watch with Gilda. Oh gosh! Was this the sex suite? The one sitting seemed ripped, as his shirt fit him like a glove, stretching out his muscles, and also the one standing with a phone, he was fucking ripped. But the one dressed in black and had a shirt on his shoulder? He was fucking shredded. A buff fellow, my God!

The light sheen of sweat on his skin highlighted the defined contours of his pectoral muscles, and his abdomen was well-defined with a series of tight muscles that indicated strength and endurance. River's chest was covered in a soft layer of dark hair that spread across his shoulders and down his sternum. The hair was thick but not overly dense, adding a rugged texture to his otherwise smooth skin. His breathing was labored, and each rise and fall of his chest was visible beneath the sparse hair, which glistened slightly under the dim light of the room. Riley was ogling the man, she knew, but who could blame her? Other than her father, she had only seen one other man without a shirt on befo

He was shirtless and had his back turned, his boy was tanned, and boy was he ripped, his arms were huge, I know they were from the clothes he wore but seeing him bareback was a different story. “Taking your fill I see” shit, I've been caught staring.

Vanessa's POV Shirtless Rodri should be illegal. Obscene. My lips had parted in pure awe. His skin was a deep tan, like the rest of him, and his manly chest were a mile wide. His laddered abs were so ripped, tight and defined that they glistened under his perspiring skin. His black gym shorts hung low on his waist, and I could see the designer brand of the black briefs he had on under. I stopped my eyes from exploring further down before the last of my purity is stolen by his sinful body.

Standing there was Victor, spreading his undeniable charm; except he was shirtless, with a towel wrapped around his waist, dangerously low. Oh, what the....

Then the crowd reacting in that particular way they did when something was genuinely impressive, not polite impressed, actually stunned into it. We got close enough to see. There was a man in the middle of the platform. No shirt. Sweat running down his chest and over a torso that was all muscle and ink, tattoos crawling up his ribs and across his shoulders and down both arms. Four men were around him, or what was left of them. Two were already on the floor. One was swinging and missing. The fourth hung back like he was reconsidering every decision he had made tonight. The man in the middle moved like he wasn’t working hard at all. He caught a punch, turned it, put the man down in two moves t