Ross Lynch Shirtless Novels & Stories

“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

I stepped out—and nearly forgot how to breathe. The penthouse was glass and light and money, stretching out in elegant silence. And in the middle of it stood Lochlan Hastings, not in one of his immaculate suits, but in a dark sleeveless top and fitted shorts. It was only the second time I’d seen him dressed down, and the difference was almost indecent.

Prince Dawson said. He continued on, but suddenly I couldn’t hear it. I was totally frozen in place, lost in the sheer amount of skin and muscle in front of me. I really wasn’t used to seeing males shirtless, and never ones that looked like they did. And certainly not lycans, yet they seemed to have no hair anywhere below their chins. Did they shave their chests and arms? Why was I even dwelling on this? My heart was racing, seeing them both next to each other was too much. They had to be a foot taller than me and their muscles made them look as though they could carry me with one arm.

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.

He continued guiding the route and I continued following him but…. I had to stop myself and guess, close my eyes too. Out of nowhere, he starts taking off his shirt and then his white t-shirt which he was wearing. What the hell? Am I supposed to close my eyes or open them? I have not seen any men shirtless before. What should I do? I tried peeking through my fingers while covering my eyes with my hands. So this is how they look like when men are shirtless. I have, not for a moment had imagined a guy can be so attractive without a shirt. His perfect 8 abs, white but bit tanned skin, broad arms….How can someone be so perfect?

Many people came to the beach, but he stubbornly refused to take off his shirt, which ignited the anger of the crowd. Everyone joined forces and splashed water on him, giving him a "soaking wet" look. It was exactly the photo taken at that time that Russell asked Winston to post. He was wearing a custom-made cultural shirt from his class, and the clothes were soaked in seawater, clinging tightly to his body, outlining the contours of his muscles very clearly. Winston's caption was also interesting: With a boss like this, what time would you like to get off work? Normal people would think it's just a meme and wouldn't consider any other ways.

But when she saw her visitor, she noticed that it was not really her lawyer, but looked like it. "You're probably wondering why I'm here and not your lawyer." The man's eyes were sore and tear-stricken. He was still wearing a black t-shirt that caused an unwanted thoughts in her mind. The man's face was clear even though there were traces of sadness in it. The girl just sat down, her mind filled with questions at the visible signs of something she didn't want to happen and acknowledge especially at this crucial time.

Nadia was ready to lay down her argument as soon as she stepped in but couldn't when she caught sight of a shirtless Russell. Her lips parted as she tried to find words, unable to take her olive green eyes off the fine build of them. The temptation was back. His jacket still being on him didn't help one bit, as his white dress shirt was nowhere to be seen. Nothing about the sleeves of his jacket being rolled up, exposing his arms, and his suit pants being loosely put on him made this situation any better. Was this how easily he could make her drool from both her mouth and... That devil!

He's not dressed for this weather. "Right or left?" "Left." "Oh great," I say in frustration. He's injured his good leg. And he's probably borderline hypothermic already. "Take off your shirt," I say. "You're going to wear my jacket." Ryan looks at me, the expression on his face telling me what he can't bring himself to say. He doesn't want me to see the scars hidden under his shirt and long sleeves. He never ever wears a shirt without long sleeves. He'd probably rather have an extended discussion about his family, his ex-fiancee, and losing Jeremy than do this. But the defeated look in his eyes tells me that he's going to comply. His trembling fingers reach for the collar of his plaid shirt