Austin Kane Shirtless Novels & Stories

When I was done I got up and left the others whilst going up to prepare for school. An hour later I was already at the front of the man's wearing a black shirt and pants, not jeans. As I stepped out, I saw the pretty Kane giving instructions to two males. He was sweating like 'damn', Making me realise the real reason why he moves around shirtless, but what about the lack of a boxer? In no time, the two males nodded and left and sighed and turned around to leave; our gaze met, and he nodded at me. I returned the gesture and headed towards the parking lot. I don't know why, but I felt his gaze on my back throughout.

I quickly turned around to look at the source and explain why I was inside his room. “Kane I brought-" I never got to finish my sentence. All color drained from my face and I froze. There, in the bathroom doorway, stood Kane Wilson shirtless. His wet hair was matted to his forehead. His tight jeans were loosely hung around his waist, all of his eight abs on display. Yes, my dear goodness! Eight and not six! OH MY! I think I'm going to faint! How do you breathe because I don't remember how to breathe!

"Still calculating the empire?" Kane’s low, gravelly rumble cut through the quiet night air. The glass door slid open behind me, and his massive frame stepped out onto the balcony. He was shirtless despite the midnight chill, his dark skin gleaming under the moon, his large hands reaching around my waist to pull my back flush against his broad chest. He rested his chin on my shoulder, his warm breath fanning across my neck as his gaze dropped to the screen.

“Fine. But I’m staying. And if he breathes wrong, I throw his ass out myself.” The door opened wider. Ronan Kane stepped inside. No helmet. No gloves. Sweat-dark hair falling into his eyes. His jersey still clung to him, sleeves shoved up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. His gaze locked onto Jax immediately, sharp and unyielding. The air thickened. Jax’s gland pulsed in response. Traitorous fucking body. Kane stopped five feet away. Close enough for Jax to see the tension in his jaw, the way his hands flexed like he was holding himself back by force of will alone.

I half expected him to just jump my bones because he previously couldn’t seem to keep his hands off me, But he didn’t do that, instead he calmly walked over to his closet and took off his shirt like he had all the time in the world. His back was facing me, so I watched as his beautiful wing tattoo stretched over his thick rippling muscles and I felt my mouth water. I wanted to touch him, to hug him, to rub myself over him until I was covered in his delicious scent. Shit! When did I become this obsessive? As if Kane was trying to test my patience, he undid his pants and pulled them off, leaving him in his tight boxers. The sight of his muscular thighs made my pussy pulse with need. I couldn’t

He took the words right out of my head. "No." I scoffed. "Just don't want you to get burnt then blame me." "I can handle a bit of oil." I inwardly groaned. Standing next to him shirtless was going to be torture. "Don't say I didn't warn you." SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS I love me some Knox :D I love how him and Aubrey interact, I can already see the sparks flying

she finally said as her eyes connected with his. “Good, so if I do this —” Aiden’s fingers went to work as they swiftly undid the rest of the buttons, Katherine’s mouth opened wide as Aiden untucked his shirt then backed it off his shoulders and back. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves until his torso was naked. “It won’t bother you at all,” Aiden finished with a smirk. He spread the shirt out on the back of the bench, so that it doesn’t wrinkle.

He popped a chaste kiss on my cheek and smacked my rear end. I glared at him-death rays-and he rumbled with an explosive laugh. I was starting to think he was a masochist. "Fine." Two could play at this game. Instead of trying to be discreet, I lifted the bottom of my shirt and held it between my teeth, leaving my flat, toned, and tanned tummy on display. In no hurry, I unfastened the shorts he'd insisted I remove, slid the zipper down-it was so tense and quiet, the metal teeth could be heard unhooking as it went-and then I stuck my thumbs in the belt loops on each side. Rocking my hips, the shorts finally broke free. Austin's pupils and nostrils pulsed, and I had to hide my grin. The denim

Chapter 1: I Hated Him But My Traitorous Pussy Was Soaking For Him I can’t stand Kane Ryder. That’s what I keep telling myself as I lie on this stupid prop bed in nothing but a thin silk robe, completely naked underneath. The entire crew is watching. The lights are hot on my skin. And Kane is hovering over me like he owns the scene — shirtless, ripped abs flexing, grey sweatpants doing nothing to hide the thick bulge between his legs.