Austin Kane Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

Today is the ceremony, and as I had promised him, I would be there. I watch him fixedly as he strode over. He has no shirt on, putting his toned six pack on display. His muscles are ripped, tempting me to run my hands down those muscular plane. Those khaki shorts he had on hang low. I tighten my thighs and Shawn coughs, I loosen them quickly, my face burning up as I try to stop from looking at my best friend in any other way than friendly. "Went for a run?" Shawn asked him when he's nearing.

Kaiden is shirtless, his shirt being used to staunch the blood flowing from his side. I gasp at the scene, "What the hell happened to you?"

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Kane sighed, when Margo appeared in the bar. “What?” She asked, looking down at her clothes. “You’re not going out in that.” He huffed. “What’s wrong with what I am wearing?” She demanded. “Nothing! Except that every man out there is going to want what’s mine.” He growled as he took in the low cut backless shirt that showcased her cleavage and the tight leather pants that left very little to the imagination.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

I don’t want to deal with their looks. Kayla, however, was more concerned with she-wolves looking at Austin. He had no issues with being naked around everyone. And well, from the glimpse I got before Kayla went protective mode, he certainly has no reason to feel shame about his body. ‘You realize this is ridiculous. We don’t need to shield Austin with our body. He doesn’t care that he’s naked.’ I sighed. ‘I don’t like those bitches looking at him. He is ours.’ Kayla growled, narrowing her eyes at Melody, who still kept looking.

The bar is almost empty. Just low amber lights, a jazz trio packing up, and Alexander Kane at the far corner table like he owns the concept of dawn itself. He’s ditched the jacket. White shirt rolled to the elbows, exposing forearms corded with ink (black lines, Cyrillic letters, one thin white scar shaped like a crescent moon). He’s nursing something dark in a heavy crystal glass and watching the door like he already knows I’m coming.

I made sure to thoroughly cleanse my body, and I even decided to shave, wanting to be fully prepared should I decide to throw caution to the wind and indulge in our desires. Once I finished, I faced the dilemma of what to wear. I didn't want to appear as though I had put in too much effort, so I opted for an oversized sweatshirt that exposed one of my shoulders, almost revealing cleavage, paired with micro shorts. It struck a balance between sexy and comfortable, though I remained uncertain about Kane's intentions.

“Makes you an awesome mother. Are you hungry? I heated up some chili.” “Sounds good. But I need clothes.” Kane handed her a pair of black sweat pants, a plaid flannel shirt and a pair of white athletic socks. “Here you go, but there is one condition.” “Which is?” His fingertip trailed across the tops of her breasts. “No bra while you’re wearin’ my shirt.” “Why not?” “I like the idea of bein’ able to pop these buttons anytime I want and putting my hands on them. Or my mouth on them.”

His chest and abs were on full display—all defined muscle and tanned skin with a few scars scattered across them. "Wear this," he said, tossing me the shirt. "I'll go change up." I caught it automatically, my fingers curling into the soft fabric. "You plan to go shirtless?" "Yeah." He nodded, already washing his hands in the sink. "Why? You jealous?" I scoffed loudly, pulling his shirt over my head. It smelled like him—leather and pine and something distinctly Knox. "I won't be the one jealous. Axel will be." Knox chuckled, the sound deep and genuine. He shook the water from his hands and reached for my discarded skirt on the floor when we both heard it.

"Me, Reid, Killian, Austin. Drew will when he turns eighteen." "What about me?" "What about you?" "Will I ever work for them?" "No." His tone closes the door on it completely. "And you won't. No more questions, Andrea." I lean back and let it go, for now. My gaze moves to Austin beside me. His shirt is off, and the tattoos covering his torso are impossible not to notice up close. Intricate patterns, sharp geometry, delicate linework running from his neck all the way down, stark against his skin.