Ross Lynch Shirtless Novels & Stories

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.”

I quickly wipe out the threatening tears try to escape. "Reese , "he says my name in his deep raspy voice that makes me melt all the time. "Yes , "I reply looking at him with a smile on my face. He folds his arms tightly and his muscles bulge even though he is wearing a long sleeved shirt . Knox never likes to move around shirtless. He might be the only alpha I know who would prefer moving with a shirt no matter what weather or situation it is . This speaks a lot about him because we werewolves move around naked like it's a normal thing.

he swiftly piled up a bunch of leaves onto his lap, hiding his manhood. A shirt flew and slapped him right o his face. “cover-up, there are kids here…. They don’t want to see your flagpole,” Nico whispered with a blush. Looking at his shirtless mate Dylan felt like his flagpole was seriously becoming a dancing pole at this point. He hurriedly stuffed his lap with the leaves and placed the wet shirt on it. The residual scent of his mate was still lingering on his wet shirt. The tempting scent of oranges and apples. Dylan took a deep breath.

It was a sigil. Ryden was ripped, yet Lucius was ripper, with pure bulging muscles. There was nothing soft about him, except for his lips, maybe. “Do you always run shirtless?” “And sweaty?” He smiled. He looked younger when he smiled. “Pretty much. Just don’t go hundred yards behind the cabins if you don’t wanna see naked asses.” “Noted.” I paused as I somehow lost in my thoughts and guilt as I couldn’t look away from the reminder of what I did. “I received your note.”

I could see the roguish smile tugging at his lips when he spun around, pulling the shelf atop him open to fetch an empty glass. My throat worked softly as I watched his muscles flex with every movement he made. His shirtless upper torso was overly ripped and he didn't make it any less subtle with how he had been flaunting it in my face all evening. I had lost count of how many times my mouth had dried up and I had to search the corners of my mouth for any ounce of saliva lurking in it to wet it back. The only piece of clothing on him was the pair of dark ash sweatpants he was wearing that hung low on his hips.

Clipped and non-conforming. I hated that tone. “Ryan, come on. What's happening?” I scooted closer to him. He groaned pulling on his gray sweatshirt over his head, covering his bare chest. No matter how many times I've seen him naked, it always made me feel sad when he covered those great abs. It should be made illegal for him to have clothes on. “Everything's fine Sam, go back to sleep. It's nothing to be worried about. Lordee just wants us all to hang out. You know, since I'll be leaving soon for New York.”

I quickly typed my question as he removed his shoes and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. “I’m going to prove I am what I say I am,” Rohan stated. I gulped as he got to the last button and removed the shirt, revealing, hands down, the most perfect abs I’d seen. And that damn lizard brain was coming back as unconsciously my eyes trailed across his chest, taking in the chest hair and every line of his muscles. I wanted to stroke his chest hair and lick those abdominal muscles. A six-pack lunch sounded great.

It was Jonah, a man Rylan barely recognized. If the shock of seeing Jonah merely stunned Rylan, the sight of him—shirtless, wearing only pajama pants, his toned stomach crisscrossed with fresh scratch marks—completely shattered his remaining composure. "Who the fuck are you? Why are you here? Where's Maeve?" Rylan's bloodshot eyes darted past Jonah, searching desperately. They landed, instead, on the heap of clothes piled on the floor—the crimson side-slit dress, the white lace slip, the sheer stockings, a man's shirt, a black tie, a belt…

“I want to go back to Liono City for a meal.” “It’s too late to make it back for lunch,” Chris said calmly, as if it were a serious point. Winter finally looked up from her magazine and glanced at him. He was still shirtless. As he rubbed his hair dry, the muscles across his chest, abs, and arms shifted with the movement. Droplets that hadn’t been wiped away slid down along the sharp lines of his torso and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.

I was still looking at him when I said, "Do you want me to take a picture of them so you can take it home with you? I mean, I don't mind you looking, but I don't want you to get hurt when we are unloading the truck and trying to look at me at the same time. I come from the northeast part of this country and it's too hot for me so like the men do, I took off my shirt to stay cool. You don't mind do ya?" "Oh, no. I don't mind at all. It's surprising to see a girl without her shirt on, that's all." "Well get used to the idea because I get too hot with a shirt on and I'd be damn appreciative if you didn't go back to town and tell everyone there's a topless girl working on the Campbell ranch. If