Kit Connor Muscles Novels & Stories

Connor stayed in his brother’s room, sitting in a dark corner, allowing his brother’s mate to be there for him. “Kyde, please lay down next to mate, skin to skin. Let him feel us.” Diamond told her. “I can feel Diesel, he’s helping to heal Kota, they both are working hard to come back to us. He said that Connor’s blood is working but we need to stay by his side.” Diamond told her. “Connor, can you help me.” she asked. “Sure.” He said, getting up to help her. “Diamond said that I need to lay with him skin to skin.” Connor nodded.

"Well maybe if you paid a little more attention to your defense then your team wouldn't have to play catch up so much." "What is that supposed to mean?" Konner said, getting mad. These two were like brother and sister that liked to fight, or maybe it was something else. I can see the way both of their eye's simmer when they look at each other, and I'm pretty sure Taylor can as well. "It means you're slow to get back on defense. Maybe if you worked out a little more and ate less cheeseburgers, you wouldn't be so slow." Konner lifted his shirt showing her his very defined six pack. I looked at Kennedy whose eyes were about to bug out of her head.

Then, he said to me, "Claire, this is Mr. Connor Hamilton, the exclusive sponsor of the medical relief team." Out of courtesy, I held my hand out for a handshake, and he returned it with a cold, detached expression. His hand was just as cold as his personality. Dr. Lane murmured to me, "He's got a difficult temper, so you'd better not get on his bad side. It'll be hard for the medical relief team to complete our mission if he gets upset." I hummed in acknowledgment before taking my seat beside Connor. Ever so gingerly, I tried to buckle my seatbelt while avoiding the wound in my abdomen.

After grilling the hamburgers, Connor sits beside me and says in confidence. “Don’t s… say it to the gu… guys, but I’m go… going to do a trea… treatment to stu… stu… stutter.” Connie stares at me looking for some support and I don’t know what to say. Connie, among the Vaugh brothers, is the most handsome, his brown livid eyes, dark hair, tanned, with a strong and masculine Adonis body, that the symbol of Greek beauty would die of envy. I don’t think the fact that he stutter makes him a bad man. In the end I actually think his charming in his half shy clumsy way.

Even though we're twins, I'm bigger, broader and have more muscles. Neither Connor nor Rylan are fighters. They can hold their own, sure, but Connor is the smart one and great with numbers and running the businesses. Rylan is the broody, handsome one who the girls all drool over. But me? I'm the physical one who can kick someone's ass in less than three seconds. That's where I shine.

Conor had worked to repair the broken ribs on the back side. Joanne had already started working on repairing some of the salvageable lower muscles when there was a knock at the door. I bet that’s Roger. Conor was in the midst of a small break, so he got up to quickly answer the door. I hope he has those replacement muscles so we can put her back together now. “Majesty.” Roger murmured bowing his head to Conor as he came into the room with a black sack. “So, how bad was the damage?” He asked as he adjusted his white doctor’s coat.

I followed it with a right, then another. I had him pinned against the floor, my knees on his shoulders. I wasn't just hitting him, I was dismantling him. Every time I landed a blow, I thought of Gabriel’s gray skin. I thought of his lungs whistling for air. I thought of the way he looked like a broken doll at the bottom of that pool. "I didn't know he can't swim, Connor choked out, blood bubbling between his teeth. "Liar" I snarled, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his head back against the hardwood.

My heart raced faster, seeing another ability: having very sharp hearing, and I remember Connor's attention turning towards the table as soon as he heard his name, and even smiling when Kathy described him as gay, for once more rejecting her. Heals very fast. I read the third sentence, and now I know that I wasn't hallucinating when he'd saved me from the fallen sign. Connor is a werewolf. I was alarmed.

Connor looked worriedly at Josh, he was definitely breathing a lot better now, but not good enough. Amelia was relieved that Connor not only knew what to do, but also had the courage to actually do it. "And you need medical care, I think you at least have a badly ruptured tendon in that shoulder. Shouldn’t it … like heal ?" He shook his head. “I can’t … “. He looked at Josh and she understood not to talk about it. But she was worried for him. "Thank you for coming Connor, both of you, I knew you would find me". She looked at him lovingly.

he smiled and bid me goodbye. I started eating the food after he left. I watched the two men who are sleeping all the while. I wish they feel better right now. I observed that Connor's big wound on his lumbar region has completely healed. Including the bruises on his arms and face. Same as with Conrad's. This made me feel relieved. "You two have to be strong by tomorrow, we still have a long way to go," I told them as if they can hear me. "Hmmm," Connor responded.