Aidan Gallagher Abs Novels & Stories

It accentuates my baby bump. “Damn little sprite, you look amazing,” Kaden says. I was not expecting him to be here when I walked out. I smile at him, and damn, he looks good. He wears a black suit and shirt with a blue tie that matches my dress. Damn, my man is built. I think he has even more muscle since he started working out at the same gym that Tianya and Kylynn train at. I am surprised that they haven’t opened their own gym yet. I know they have talked about it, but they haven’t. I am sure they will. Kaden walks over, slips his arm around my waist, and pulls me close. He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. I am positive that Nick’s new assistant has a thing for Ka

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!

Aiden's gaze swept over the crowd, ensuring that every eye was on him before continuing. "Our first participant," Aiden declared, "is one of our finest warriors. Tahila!" A cheer erupted from the crowd as Tahila stepped into the arena, her confident strides drawing more admiration and cheers. Her short hair, cut close to her head, her sharp features emphasized. She wore a fitted sleeveless tunic in dark grey, paired with black combat pants and black boots. Tahila's piercing eyes scanned the crowd briefly, a smirk on her face as she enjoyed the cheers and admiration.

Then my birthmark starts to warm again. I get the butterflies. Aiden is handsome as hell. Tall about six foot three maybe. Dark chocolate brown hair that hangs to his shoulders. Piercing bright hazel eyes. Strong chiseled jaw with a light covering of stubble. When he was in the diner I could see he was built when he took his jacket off. His shirt was stretched tight against his chest. Tight enough I could see his defined pecs and six-pack chest. Broad shoulders. His jeans looked like they were painted on over his thick muscular thighs and tight ass. Oh, yea when he went back to his table I got a good look and had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. To be honest, Aiden is the hottest man I

He had a lean waist, muscular chest, and broad shoulders. Abigail was a little disappointed to see his flawless skin, devoid of any scar which proved that he was not Charles. However, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was attracted to him and couldn’t pull back her eyes. Aidan was completely shocked. He was speechless at the same time. His eyes roved on his stomach. How could it be possible? How could he not have a tiny scar on his stomach? Aidan was stupefied. Could it be that he was telling the truth?

Adam grabbed the hem of his black tank top, his arm muscles tensing, and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. The fabric brushed against his skin with a faint friction sound. His toned upper body was fully exposed to the camera. Full chest muscles, sharply defined abs, and a deep V-line disappearing into his waistband. Sweat slid along the grooves of his muscles, gleaming under the lights. Every movement radiated raw, undeniable attraction. Isolde was rendered speechless. For a moment, she suspected the man in front of her was not a fitness coach at all, but a high-priced escort.

Aiden’s powerful arms held so much control over the ball and he made a fifty yard spiral pass look easy. My hand slides down my abdomen and moves between my legs. I use the other hand to massage my breasts and pinch my nipples. In my mind, my tongue travels across Aiden’s throat and moves down to his chest. My fingers work faster, I pinch a little harder, and an orgasm rockets through me. Damn.

Mate. I’m not sure what I expected in a mate, but he’s nothing like the boys from back home. He’s all man. Over six feet tall and broad-shouldered, a wall of solid muscle standing across from me with washboard abs and biceps thicker than my thighs. Everything about him is rugged and masculine, from his square jaw covered in thick, dark scruff, to his curls of dark chest hair, to the happy trail leading down to the massive rod between his legs. I’ve never seen one that big before- I’m staring a moment too long, my cheeks heating in embarrassment when I flicker my gaze back up to meet his.

When she arrived, Ida stood in front of the enormous wall mirror, looking at herself in nothing but a silk robe sleepwear. She gradually lifted both hands to her hair, undoing it with a simple pull on the hairband. Her hands then moved from her hair to her chest, then to her stomach, till the tip of her fingers touched the end of the knot that held the silk robe tight across her skin. Ida tugged on the string, causing the single piece of cloth to open up. That quickly exposed the center of her bare body. She had a firm chest with a narrow space in the valley of those breasts. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, and her core was wonderfully toned, which some refer to as the 11-line

she didn't care. "Inhale ... exhale ... don't let that crazy guy ruin my mood completely." The girl rubbed her chest, which was a little prominent, not very average like a land robin. Thin tall slim flat chest. No, it's not. Gadis has an ideal body, although a bit short. 155cm height often makes Gadis insecure but now, why doesn't she love herself? Who would love her but herself?