Rider Strong Shirtless Novels & Stories

His words were a playful jab, yet held an undercurrent of genuine respect for my fierce spirit. “That’s hot,” Ryder murmured, his voice a low, appreciative growl as he casually dropped his shirt to the dew-kissed grass, revealing his spectacularly toned chest and sculpted abs. A mischievous glint entered his eyes. “A Luna who not only threatens her Alphas but clearly means it.” He flexed an arm, his muscles rippling, clearly showing off.

In control. He reached for the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head in one smooth motion. The fabric tousled his dark hair further, and revealed his body. Broad chest, lean abs, every muscle defined like a fucking Greek statue, all fully on display now. Ryder’s mouth went dry. Fuck. No one should look like that. Not real people. Not guys who’d just made his girlfriend cum so hard she couldn’t speak. It was unfair. Obscene. And somehow, Ryder was still hard.

Holy shit. Holy shit!!!! What sort of cliché moment is this? “Ryder…” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. He was standing there, casually leaning against the wall with that damn smirk plastered on his face. Ryder Caldwell, in all his glory. Dark hair that looked like he’d just run his fingers through it, sharp jawline, and those impossibly deep eyes that seemed to see right through me. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt that clung to his toned chest and arms, paired with athletic shorts that showed off his ridiculously strong legs.

I took my arm off my eyes and sighed. It was another sleazy outfit for her to pick up her trashy men with. This time, she was in daisy duke shorts with some laced up bike boots and a leather halter top that left nothing to the damn imagination. She pulled out a white jean coat and threw it over her shoulder, then gave me a turn that made me want to vomit. “You got a bra for that thing?” I asked. “Nope. It looks hot, right?” she asked. “Not even sort of,” I said.

***** I gripped the edge of the dresser, a sharp moan escaping my lips as Jade slammed into me from behind. The dresser rocked forward with the force of it, and I moaned again, rocking my hips back to meet him, even harder. My eyes landed on my reflection in the mirror. I looked so vulnerable, so undone, and I couldn't look away. He leaned in, pressing his jaw against the crook of my neck, his breath ragged against my cheek. Then he bit down gently above my ear, and I shivered, my legs trembling, threatening to close. But he caught my thigh just before I could, lifting my leg and placing it on the dresser.

The air was hot. Bikes zoomed past us. The riders were easy to find; they all wore some variations of the same outfit: leather jacket over black t-shirts, boots, gold chains, helmets. The Outlaws and Ryders circled each other predatorily. In some corner, a fight broke out between an Outlaw and a Ryder. I could hear the punches being thrown. It felt like I’d been drenched into a world of danger. I was in shock. I had never seen such display of male bravado before.

“get warmed up.” How did Callie not notice him before? A rather tall man rose from behind them. His hair was buzzed, showing off his sharp facial features. The man called Raleigh took his shirt off revealing his lean build and sinewy muscles. His arms were carefully wrapped in bright red tape, concealing a part of what looked like a full sleeve tattoo. Vin flashed Raleigh a look that seemed to fire up the fighter further. There was no amusement in their exchange, no bloodlust or excitement either.

she descended the platform. The indicated packs’ main fighter, the substitutes and supports headed towards the ring. The main fighters were shirtless and wearing shorts and wristbands while substitutes wore transparent crop tops and loose pants along with their armbands. The supports wore white t-shirts and black joggers along with various coloured ribbons tied around their heads. Erion’s substitute fighter, a tall, slim and dark-skinned man with dyed golden, braided hair, was the first to go up.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

I can barely walk on flats. We come to a stop outside of a hair salon. We look so out of place it's almost funny. Ryder and Shade in their sweatpants and t-shirts. Me in the same white shirt and brown track shorts I put on yesterday. I suddenly become very conscious about the way my nipples peek through the thin material. Crossing my arms over my chest as a pair of men in suits drag their gazes over me as they pass, I wait as the boys lock their bikes. The men hastily look away when they notice the two dark glares locked on them the way a predator gazes at their prey.