Kelsey Kane Gym Scene Novels & Stories

“No thanks. And I doubt you’ll call the mating ceremony off now, Kane. Not with so many distinguished guests in the packhouse.” Selene had his number all right and off she went leaving me panting and embarrassed. “Lie down, on your front,” he said, after unhooking my bra. I was still wearing that stupid apron and nothing else was covering the place it should have been. “I hate you,” I said, as the bed dipped and I felt his body on top of mine. Kane parted my thighs with ease and tested my slickness with his fingers. His hot breath on my neck wasn’t helping and any self-control I may have had had left the building, though not with Elvis.

Both of her friends are already wearing one from their boys. Finally they reach the gymnasium and Kyle is already in the front door waiting patiently. “hey guys! I’m glad you made it here tonight!” Kyle said while grabbing Alexis hand and gave her a peck on the lips. “hello Kyle! Goodluck for the game!” Arianne said and smile at him which he return with a nod and a grin. Kyle after some small talk called a guy and ask him to show the three girls the seats that were reserved for them earlier and said his goodbye.

Kane said, stepping on the gas. “Okay. I’ll see you guys back here soon. How is she doing?” Jessie asked. “It sounds like she’s in pain but… well she looks like she does when we’re…” Kane didn’t know how to finish the sentence. He didn’t want anyone to know what she looked like when they were having sex. That was something that he wanted to keep to himself. Call him possessive or territorial; he didn't care. She was his and he didn’t want anyone seeing her like this.

This was where she found her strength, where she could push away the darkness that had settled over her since Austin’s death. Her brothers were already there, each engaged in their warm-up routines. Xender, the eldest, was stretching his powerful arms, his muscles rippling under his shirt with each movement. Kelsey was running laps around the grounds, his speed and endurance unmatched, while Chris was at the punching bag, delivering precise, calculated blows.

She grabbed her phone and on her way downstairs, she passed by the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. Going down, she followed the instructions Benjamin gave her and as she turn the corner she could immediately see the gym as the transparent wall showed the inside. Going to the door she opened it and looked around. He had every piece of gym equipment known to man but that didn't surprise her at all. She jumped and looked to the corner of the room as she heard a dumbbell being dropped on the floor. Killian was sitting on one of the benches as his forehead glistened with sweat and his shirt was drenched. He was wearing a pair of joggers and black sneakers as well.

Kane. He threw off the sheets, pulled on black joggers and a fitted gray tank, and headed to the gym. The pull-up bar waited like an accusation. He gripped it, hauled himself up once, twice. Muscles burned clean. No eyes on him this time. Or so he told himself. At 5:32, he finished sweat cooling on his skin and walked barefoot to the kitchen. Coffee machine hissed to life. Black. No sugar. He leaned against the island, scrolling encrypted emails on his phone.

Kane stopped his actions and sighed helplessly, "We are a team, Stella. Besides, it's my choice to accompany you. I don't feel implicated or burdened about it. Just take it as me having a vacation like a real student in his sem break, okay?" Since he said it this way, I did not reject him anymore. After our breakfast, Kane brought me to the Golden gym. Kane was a skilled coach. We ran together and did some stretching. With him around, I momentarily forgot the hideous experience yesterday. Afterward, we took a bath and meet up in the living room. There, Kane handed me the printed pictures that the investigation team sent to him this morning. I looked at the pictures. It was the scene inside m

Finally walked into that gym, signed the membership paperwork with shaking hands, and requested the night sessions because of her work schedule. "Night sessions are perfect," the receptionist had said with a knowing smile. "Kane usually works late on Thursdays. He can show you around." And now here she was, seven PM on a Thursday, wearing her tightest black leggings and a sports bra that showed just enough cleavage to be legal, walking into an almost empty gym with her heart hammering against her ribs. Kane was at the squat rack, loading plates like they weighed nothing. He looked up when she entered, and their eyes met across the space.

“I'm not asking for permission Aretha, I'm not going to get lost in his world. I've got a swim shoot with a very high profile personality that I have no idea about so I don't want to be late. I need to build my portfolio.” She laughs “Oh boy…he's going to be pissed when he discovers you are doing this girlie.” Aretha follows me to the location as I changed, my very pronounced and curvy body of course gets me looks and stares but being used to them by now I simply ignore them all as I step forward now in blond hair, crème net beach wear, red rose in my hair, matching my very loud red make up. My boobs are perky and strainy in the blouse but it feels comfortable all the same. I take on my stan

Kane said, taking them with him. Kane walked through the house to the gym with both kids in his arms. The smell of hot chocolate and coffee tantalizing his senses as he passed the kitchen. The fast paced rock music was blaring through the gym and he saw Margo running laps on a built-in track as if the devil was on her tail. Her body was covered in sweat and her face was red but her eyes looked troubled. It was like she was trying to outrun whatever was bothering her.