Ross Lynch Shirtless Novels & Stories

It was the first time I’d ever seen him smile, and something in my chest fluttered. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and it made it hard not to stare. His muscles were well-defined, like every part of him had been carved from stone. The sun caught the sheen of sweat on his skin, and I could see the scars across his back and arms—evidence of the battles he had fought. He only wore a pair of faded jeans that hung low on his hips. I knew I should look away, but I didn’t. Back in River Moon Pack, nudity was normal. When wolves shifted, their clothes ripped apart, so walking around shirtless—or even naked—wasn’t a big deal. I’d seen it all before. Dozens of times. But for some reason, seeing Alpha Liam

I turned to offer him the water to find his shirt off and his tan chest on display for the world to see. In any other scenario, even the most devout of lesbians would have swooned-or at least stopped to admire the attraction-but the funk radiating off his clothes took precedence over his beauty. He took the hose and began to spray the chunks off his T-shirt and then held it out for me to hold. I watched as he unbuttoned his shorts and then slid them off, laying them flat on the ground. I wasn't sure if West, Collier, or Brutus stood next to my house in nothing but his boxers, and I didn't want to find out if there was a personality I hadn't met.

Nia came into the room at that point and took notice of the guest—or to be exact, what she was wearing. “Oh my God, is that a LYNX shirt? How did you manage to get one? I heard they won’t be out until next month!” Anna looked down at her shirt and her face immediately brightened. She held the edge of the T-shirt proudly and did a little twirl. Nia clapped enthusiastically. Maya couldn’t for the life of her see anything special about the plain T-shirt with the word “LYNX” plastered in ugly fonts at the front. “I freaking know, right? I had to fight tooth and nail for this. You are a fan of Dae-Soon too, right?”

He wore a sleeveless shirt, flaunting his tattoos, “You thought you could come in here looking for information like some undercover cops?” “We don’t want any trouble.” Vyn stepped in front of me. “Let us go and neither of us has to do what we don’t want to do.” He looked around Vyn to me, licked his lips and smiled. “Who said there’s nothing here I don’t want to do?” Disgust washed over me at his dirty eyes raking my shirtless upper body, which was only covered in a sport's bra, I moved closer to Vyn, crossing my hands around my body.

Michelle noticed his strong jawline, his broad shoulders, and his well-defined torso since he was not wearing a shirt. Alpha Lance and the rest of his pack don’t bother wearing shirts and spent most of the time in just loose-fitting pants or a sheet wrapped around them because they shifted often. Alpha Lance dropped the sheet that was wrapped around his waist, his manhood already fully erected by the sight of Michelle’s full breast and hourglass figure, her nipples erect from the cold water. ‘Is she still a virgin?’ Alpha Lance asked Angakok through a mind link knowing he will be able to see.

I leaned back, ready to dismiss whatever blurry nonsense he had, but then I froze. The photo was grainy, taken from a distance in the rain, but the subject was unmistakable. Chelsea Lynch. She was standing at a heavy steel door marked Staff Only. She was soaking wet, hair plastered to her skull. But it wasn't just her presence that was damning. It was what she was wearing. She had a suit jacket draped over her shoulders. A man's suit jacket. Charcoal gray. Expensive. And standing just inside the door, holding it open for her, was a silhouette I recognized instantly.

"OK, my shirt is off, and I'll leave it off for four downs. Now can we get on with it?" Hannah said, "Your shirt? That's not the penalty I remember." "I know, but I think that's a decent compromise for today." "I need more than that for my first strip sack, bro." "But --" "No one can see you out here. It's completely secluded. You don't have to be embarrassed. Now take your penalty like a real man."

Alex hiss and Ash lay down and keep laughing his ass off to his mate. "Baby really now it's really hurt like hell" "Stop being drama Queen" Ash tease which make Alex pout even more. "You're wearing too many clothes for me. Off. Now." Ash demanded from nowhere which make Alex started. But then Alex chuckled getting up from the bed undressing slowly. Teasing Ash as he unbuttoned his silk shirt. Ash has seen Alex shirtless before and he almost came in his pants at the sight of his Alphas abs. Like how the fuck is ripped like that? Alex threw his shirt on the floor, then moved to his skinny jeans and took them off with one swift movement. Alex stood there in all his glory.

His legs looked powerful beneath his plaid shorts. Marin asked why some men wore shirts while others did not. “The shirtless ones are brothers. The ones in shirts are pledges,” Kellan said. “We send the pledges out before lockdown. They are not allowed to take part in White and Tight.” The other guy, Darian, came back with beers and put his arm around Tessa. Darian asked Marin to dance. They left their drinks behind and went to the crowded room. He pulled her close during a slow song and lowered his hands to her ass.

With widened eyes and a hushed voice, she asked, “Why are you shirtless?” He grinned. “I didn't wear anything underneath.” “Why? Now you are naked in front of these strange people.” “It is not that bad. I have a great body, and no one is complaining.” Aspen sneered at his prideful yet somewhat cute talk. “We could have found something else to cover my face,” she said while the excited murmurs around them suddenly increased. Lance’s lips moved closer to her ear, and he said, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is your safety.”