Rider Strong Shirtless Novels & Stories

Dangerous. “I’m not sleeping on the fucking couch,” Ryder said, stripping off his shirt. His massive torso was a wall of muscle, tattoos snaking over thick pecs and ridged abs. Sweat from the earlier workout still glistened on his skin. Julian’s eyes flicked down involuntarily before snapping back up. “Neither am I. Guess we’re sharing, big guy. Try not to crush me in your sleep.”

Oh, did I mention he was only wearing his boxers? His upper torso was on full display as he turned over strips of bacon and eggs. He had a howling wolf head tattooed on his chest, right over his heart with the text “Wolf Riders” written under it. His entire right arm was covered in an intricate pattern of tribal black tattoos as well as part of his chest and shoulder. There was a weeping angel stretched between his shoulder blades and across his neck was his name. All of which moved with him like a living art piece, making me even more aware of every rippling muscle and hard plate this god-like man had. His toned stomach and wide chest. I was a bit surprised when I saw he didn’t have a six-p

I’m not kidding. Then I zoomed in on another picture and paused. His shirt looked… wrong? Like, off. I looked up and— My brain short-circuited. He was shirtless. Standing there in front of everyone, abs glistening like they’d been painted on, tattoos crawling across his chest and arm — a massive bird spreading its wings like it could fly off his skin. I forgot to breathe. And then people started screaming. Phones came up, girls pushed forward, and I was right there with them.

Then, without warning, he reached down, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. My eyes widened. He was incredibly sexy. Toned chest, smooth skin, and a lean but strong build that came from hours of casual activity rather than heavy gym work. Messy light brown hair fell across his forehead, and a small piercing glinted in his ear. He tossed the shirt aside without caring who might see and kept playing, completely relaxed.

If she could do what Eva wanted, then the video would be deleted, and all would be fine. "What's going on here?" Elena asked as she stared at the shirtless man. He was a tall and huge man and with his chest bare, Elena knew he had been working out, too much of it even. His arms were huge, and without touching them, Elena could see that there were strong ones that could get hold of anything at any time. The only clothing on his body was a short that hugged his strong thighs perfectly such that one could see all that they contained. "Eva? What the hell is going on here?" She queried Eva who just gave her a smile that suggested something weird.

" Our wedding night, of course." His muscles twitched beneath his sleeves as he gracefully took it off revealing his shirtless body frame. The shirt clung hard in his grip and was damped with the drops of the rain. Each of his muscles was carved like a sin, water sliding through every edge down to his unapologetic V-line shape. His chest rose and fell steadily, solid and broad, straight and rigid, tempting and sinful. He wasn't just shirtless, he was weaponized in all the wrong ways making her gaze dipped too low. And Zade Morello? He knew exactly what he was doing. " You should change into something lighter." He brought her out of her daze and she swallowed hard, turning away from him. Her

SERA No, this man was the opposite of Jared. The opposite of polished and composed. Rugged. Yes, that was the word. He was shirtless, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming. Broad chest, anf uscles that didn’t come from hours with a trainer but from real work, thick arms, veined forearms, dusted with just enough dark hair to make my thighs clench. His skin was sun-warmed bronze, his jaw square and stubbled, like he hadn’t bothered shaving for anyone.

"Can you put down..." The words die in my throat when I catch sight of him rolling out from under a huge bike he's probably trying to fix. He's wearing only a jogger that's hanging too low on his waist, revealing the cut of his V-shaped abs and his dick print is very visible. I want to look away, I really do, but Lord, I'm enjoying the view. He has goggles and boots on, but his chest is bare and sweaty, showing off scars and tattoos that I'm itching to trace my fingers through and know the story behind them.

“We can go to the car, and Lilly can wait for Ryder here.” Mom smiles. “Okay. Lilly is that okay with you?” I nod, sitting back down on the bleachers. There are still a few stragglers waiting for players I assume. Ryder comes out a few minutes later looking sexy as hell. He’s wearing a different outfit than what he was wearing before the game. His jeans are tight in all the right places showing off his strong thigh muscles. His plain black t-shirt is tight across his shoulders and chest, showing off every flex of his muscles. “You waiting for me baby or your boyfriends?”

, he smirked much to her amusement. She picked up her phone and left his room to face time Steff, "Yooo babe, how are you, you're still there. Won't you be coming back again, infact where are you?", Steff questioned. "I am.... "Hey, nice meeting you", Rashid cut in, he had removed the singlet he had worn earlier in the room when he was taking to Janelle. Janelle turned her back to see him shirtless, his tanned skin, bulging muscles, six very well muscles abs, he wore his Jean, but it was left open at his thigh level.