Heather Robinson Workout Novels & Stories

I said quickly, stepping between them before either of them could say something they’d regret or something they’d mean a little too much. Heather rolled her eyes and sat back down, watching us like a wolf stalking prey. We started with warm-ups, simple dodging drills, but Camryn wasn’t holding back. She darted, dipped, spun her reflexes raw but sharp. Heather scoffed at one of her movements and I caught the flick of Camryn’s eyes. “She’s really enjoying herself, huh?” Camryn muttered under her breath. “I can hear you,” Heather snapped from across the room. Camryn grinned without turning. “I know.”

This woman has the ability to render a man to his fucking knees forever. “If I’d have known having a new haircut would drive you quite this insane and make you want to come undone in front of me, I would have had it all cut off a long time ago.” She slides the dress down and rests it on her hips. Her flat abdomen is on display with her own set of abs going on. Roxy works out a lot. She is always running, doing Pilates and Hot Yoga. It has put her body in the best shape possible. I admire how hard she works to stay fit and healthy and in prime condition not just for herself as a woman, but mainly for her wolf. “You are sexy, Roxy. You are driving me insane. I can feel my heartbeat thudding in

Honey was rubbing her sister's back. I was enough of a pervert to look from Heather's bare feet up to her perfect ass, clad only in a pair of black panties. Heather was my athlete. She had inherited my height, and stood at five-eight, with strong legs and a ripped midsection from playing endless games of soccer for her high school team. Despite her lack of nearly all unnecessary fat, Heather also had a perfect set of c-cup breasts that absolutely defied gravity. Honey was the older sister, but Heather had more of a woman's body. A body that a lot of playboy models would have been jealous of.

“Now, come to bed and I will talk to Heather.” With that, he bows deeply and scampers off with a hopeful smile. I shake my head, sighing to myself and getting dressed before heading to the gym, where I’m sure Heather would be. She has a habit of training when everyone is asleep and at peace, because she believes that’s when her energies align. Sure enough, she’s there throwing knives at a beaten-up punching bag. At first, she doesn’t notice that I’m there, but when I get close enough to the ring, she throws a knife at my direction out of instinct.

All I could hear was my own breathing. I had been so caught up in the frustration that carried me into this ring that I had forgotten, for the first few minutes, that I had been watching fighters for months. I had sat at the edge of this ring and broken down matches. I knew how to look at someone and find their rhythm. I knew Heather’s rhythm. She always shifted her right foot before she went for the body. She led with jabs when she wanted to create distance. She liked to follow a miss with an immediate counter because she was fast enough to make it work most of the time.

I don’t want to undo all the progress I have made so far. So gentle strength training is what I have been doing. Walking on the treadmill, cycling, working my lower body. No real weight training until my ribs are completely healed, but I can do the lighter weighted dumb-bells without overly straining myself. God, I do feel like a weakling, but I know I will get there. I lay panting on the mat, sweat trickling down my chest. My legs are aching and my heart is pounding. A good workout, even if I have only being doing it for a couple of hours. But still Rome was not built in a day and I am a work in progress. I will be punching, kicking and rolling around in no time.

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

Although he stayed in the laboratory for a long time, he would work out often because Heather said she liked fit men. Back then, Jason was rather skinny and had very little muscle. Thus, he worked out every day because of what Heather said. It was a shame that his muscles were gone even though Heather had massaged him daily over the past few years.

He could already see the large bruise forming on her shoulder and upper arm that was bared by the too large T-shirt she was wearing. Damn! She had been hit very hard. Painfully, she raised herself from the floor and then glared up at the camera before she stumbled to the desk and switched on the computer. He clicked a few more videos, they showed her working, always alone. Then she would get up and do exercises that he knew from training was meant to strengthen her body and help with fitness. Some showed the future alpha coming in and bringing her coffee or a snack, his body language flirtatious, while hers remained stiff and guarded.

This routine was carefully orchestrated to awaken their muscles, gradually increasing their heart rates, and mentally preparing them for the strenuous tasks that lay ahead. Following the thorough warm-up, the next phase of their training unfolded over the course of 30 minutes, dedicated entirely to strength development. With unwavering focus, she channeled her energy into building a solid physical foundation, targeting her core, legs, and upper body. The training regimen encompassed a diverse range of exercises, from weightlifting to body weight workouts and resistance training.