Aidan Gallagher Abs Novels & Stories

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About ten minutes later, Aiden was in the shower, taking his time enjoying the cool sprinkles of water caressing his skin. Naked, Aiden was a total hunk with firm, toned muscles everywhere. Broad chest and shoulders with long muscular arms and legs, and of course, six-pack abs. The handsome man raked his fingers through his wet blond hair as he raised his gorgeous face toward the oncoming water. He sighed deeply. “Fuck!” he swore under his breath. The alluring image of Haru naked and dripping wet with water came to his mind again, and he felt his cock responding. He glanced down, and sure enough, his man root was already hard and rising like a steel pole.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

“Executions are quick.” Rhea snorted from the corner where she leaned against the wall, arms folded. “You two done flirting, or should I come back later?” Lyra ignored that, though a tiny knot tightened between her brows. The last thing she needed was anyone mistaking this for fun. Aiden lay back, the paper crinkling under his shoulders. His T‑shirt rode up enough to expose the clean surgical scar that tracked under his ribs, puckered and pale against tan skin. Around it, the muscle tone was coming back—slowly. Painfully.

I’ve imagined licking a line up lineup times that I bet I could easily find it with all the lights out. When he’s done with the water, he disappears down the hall. Unfortunately, I don’t have a view of his bedroom, but my sadness about that immediately goes away when I see the light come on in the room he converted into a home gym. I instinctively squeeze my legs a little tighter around the thick branch I’m straddling. Aiden has switched to a pair of gym shorts and has lost the shirt entirely. My eyes rake over his well-defined body. It isn’t the crazy big body of a bodybuilder or pro wrestler. It’s more lean, toned perfection. He is a tapestry of beautifully defined muscle, and I want to ru

Someone is dying! She mumbled to herself when it rang again. This time she rose up to her feet with the intention to check the caller id when the door of the washroom opens diverting her attention as she turned and the next instance her eyes widen when a half naked Adam steps out in just a towel wrapped around his torso. He was looking like a Greek God with all those fine muscles and biceps that can shame models for sure. His tan skin was glistening with droplets of water from his body looking all hot!

He was shirtless and sweating so much, he must have gone for a run. I didn’t want him to smell my sadness so I quickly put down the tray and took out the frying pan to start cooking. “We’ve had dinner at Morpheus, you don’t need to cook,” Aiden said. “Oh okay,” I said with croaked voice. “Let’s train instead,” he said amidst heavy exhale as he set the bottle back on the counter. My eyes drifted to his chest, perfect abs, and waistline as a result of the loose pant he was putting on.

Alex’s name hovered over the screen. Sliding his finger over the receiver tab, Aiden shoved the phone to his ear. His movements are regal. There’s a way he carries himself you'd agree that Aiden is truly a god. His ebony hair highlights his sharp jaw and his olive skin is glistening under the fluorescent lights in the restaurant. The sex gods are identical in so many ways. Same height, same hulky chest and biceps. Muscled

If only looks could melt, she already melted since Aiden didn't look away at her almost naked body. “You're so beautiful, baby.” She smiled when Aiden caressed her stomach. His gelled and tied-up curly locks were already scattered on his shoulders. He pulled away again only to unbuckle his belt and open his fly. She heard his zipper being pulled down then his pants fell on the ground of the tent. She gulped as she stared at his already big and hard cock, she still got nervous whenever she saw it. She already touched and swallowed it but the fact that Aiden's cock was really big made her throat dried. Once he was done, he leaned on her again, his cock rubbing on her naked thigh. She trembled

Her fingers flew across the keyboard of her laptop, her eyes bloodshot but locked onto the glowing screen. Adrian was pacing behind her like a caged animal. He had refused to wear a proper shirt over his bandaged bicep, opting instead for a loose, dark gray cotton tee that showed the rigid, tense lines of his shoulders. His silver eyes kept darting to the heavy oak door of the library, then back to the small, secure tablet sitting next to Lila’s laptop. Every few minutes, a brief text update from Henderson would flash green—Aiden is eating breakfast. Aiden is in the garden with Victoria.