Sans Heat Novels & Stories

“My attitude? You’ve been glaring at me since you arrived. Walking around in those tight shorts like you don’t know what you do to a man.” Heat rushed through me. Months of tension had built up. Arguments on the boat. Stolen glances during dives. Now the storm trapped us. Lightning flashed, lighting up his face. Thunder shook the cabin. I shivered, not just from the cold. Ronan noticed. “You’re freezing. Get out of those wet clothes.” I hesitated. “Turn around.” He didn’t. Instead he pulled his own shirt off, revealing a powerful body covered in scars and tattoos. My mouth went dry.

“What do you want?” All three stood in the hallway, still shirtless and glistening from their workout, shorts riding low. Jax’s green eyes were dark with hunger. Kai wore that wicked half-smile, hazel eyes sparkling. Damon’s massive frame filled the space, ice-blue stare locked on her like he could see straight through the thin fabric covering her body.

"Looks like you've been training hard. Those pecs are rock hard. Get on the court and play with me. Let’s wipe the floor with these losers today." Ronan immediately pulled clothes from his bag and changed on the spot, then guided me to sit down on the bench. "Calista, let our son watch my skills. Think of it as prenatal education." After a while, hives began spreading across my body. It had to be the fragrance from earlier. I shouted desperately, "Ronan, I think I’m having an allergic reaction. Take me to the hospital!" Brynn yelled across the court instead, "Ronan, pass the ball! Hurry! Daddy’s going to show you a monster dunk!"