Austin Kane Shirtless Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Then he glanced back at Lexi and nearly fell off the bar. "Hey!" he said, then settled, "I mean, um, hey." Austin was wearing a pair of workout shorts and nothing else. His defined pecs and abs glistened with sweat. He was panting, the pull-ups had clearly been part of a much larger workout. Apex Lexi was her goal, but Ultimate Austin was quite a sight to behold. The older sister tried to take interest in the cold, bare concrete floor. "I'm almost done down here if you can wait. Just have to do some squats and then I'm going to hit the shower."

Then he opened the black shirt he was wearing and showed some of my scratch marks that had left a reddish and purple color on his back. “Kane, put your clothes on! What are you doing? People will think badly of us,” I shouted beside him, throwing the black shirt in his face. Kane caught the shirt effortlessly and had absolutely no intention of wearing it back until I saw the marks of our struggle yesterday. Oh no, he really is an unpredictable guy. "See, do you believe now? You got a lot of tattoos on my chest. Now you still want to blame me?” "No, no. I won't blame you anymore. Now quickly put on your shirt!”

Kane’s voice cuts through my thoughts, gaining my attention as he heads to the fighting circle. “What?” I ask, blinking. “You’re not actually going to train me.” “I am. At least, that’s my intention,” he states unbothered. He then grabs the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head before tossing it off to the side. Suddenly, I’m staring at a completely shirtless Kane whose abs look as if they’ve been sculpted by the Goddess herself. The room feels ten times warmer and perhaps five times smaller. “Nope,” I pop out, shaking my head. “No way.”

"I intrigue many people, Mr. Black. " "Karrion. Call me Karrion." "Karrion. It's been a pleasure meeting you, but I need to leave now. I hope you enjoy the remainder of your birthday. " I picked up my clutch, ready to leave, but two hefty men blocked my path. "It's rude to leave a conversation when the other party isn't quite finished, Ms. Kane. Sit." His voice had command in it. This is all part of the plan. He's not used to being objected to, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

"Not an easy one, then." "Mister Kane, if you leave now, I can let you go," Aiko said with a smile, his face radiating a hint of benevolence. Rare to hear such harsh words delivered with such a serene demeanor. "Let's see if you're up to the task, old baldy." Alexander stepped forward, flames flickering around him. "I'm giving you a way out, yet you insist on dying!" Aiko's expression hardened as he removed his shirt, revealing his robust muscles gleaming with a golden hue.

They each kiss me one more time and I look around for my shirt. Austin chuckles. “If you are looking for your shirt baby, you might as well stop looking. You won’t be needing it.” I laugh. “I am just supposed to stay naked, all by myself?” I ask, pouting a little. Austin smirks. “I will stay naked with you. If that’s what you want.” I bite my lip, nodding my head. “Yes. Yes, it is what I want.”

The abstract silhouettes come to a halt and are riddled with bullet holes, but it is hard to see whose shots were the best. Russo raises a hand, signalling for us to lower our guns and we do as we are instructed. Kane gives him a slight nod and Russo strides to the very far end of the shooting range. I swallow thickly looking over to Kane who sits not far away but he does not meet my gaze. He has put on a new shirt, a partially buttoned dark blue one this time and with his arms crossed, his face remains a blank slate; I cannot tell what is going through his mind.

Instead, I found two pairs of silver eyes watching me. I jerked upright, clutching the silk sheet to my chest. Kade sat in a chair by the window, fully dressed in dark jeans and a black shirt that hugged his muscular frame. Kane lounged at the foot of the bed, shirtless, his sculpted abs on full display as he leaned back against the headboard.

“Just… your shirt and pants. I need your warmth.” ‎ ‎Kane chuckled darkly. “So, leave the underwear on?” ‎From beneath the covers, she groaned, “Kane!” ‎ ‎He teased her with a wink but obliged—pulling off his shirt slowly, revealing the dark living vine tattoos that seemed to pulse against his skin. Then his pants, leaving him in fitted briefs that hugged his sculpted hips. ‎ ‎He slipped into the bed beside her, gathering her into his arms. Castelle immediately tangled her legs with his, soft body melting against his hard one, her head resting in the crook of his neck.