Chapter 6

Cody

Damn it. I walk back to the open plan lounge area all the while running my hands through my hair. My dick has had a life of its own as I stood right behind her inhaling her intoxicating shampoo, coconut. It took all my power not to grab her round the waist and turn her to me and plant kisses on her lips. Fuck this. I can’t be having an attraction to Immi. It’s just not on.

My memories of her are a spoilt little brat who got her own way from her daddy and her big brother, my best friend Atlas. I’m blaming her spoiltness directly on those two. He never went anywhere without her and nobody was allowed to date or touch his little princess. It perhaps wasn’t nice of me to have taken the piss out of her so much, but you know we were fucking kids what can I say? Now what’s the problem is that she’s all grown up. Little annoying Immi has grown into a sexy, hot woman and my dick wants to get right inside her and fuck her senseless. This isn’t going to work out, her living here in my house with me. I need to speak with Atlas and tell him she can’t stay.

I’m irrational. I have to get myself together. Atlas has already explained that his little sister is out of her job, she’s just split up with her fella and the life she’s known these last few years in New York is now turned upside down on its head. I’ve got to try to stay out of her way. That’s what I’m going to do and yeah those damn fucking ground rules she’s given me, we need to stick to them. The least I see of Immi the better. I don’t want her getting in my face.

Idly, I reach for the remote from the large square, glass coffee table in front of my L-sofa and flick the TV on to N*****x. There must be something on I want to watch to take my mind off her perfect ass in those tight jeans of her and the way those tits stick out, I just want to get a nipple in my mouth and make her come. My dick twitches again. I’m going to end up getting in the shower and getting myself off if I don’t get my mind out of the gutter and having all these dirty thoughts about her.

There’s nothing on the channels that grabs my interest. I switch over to ESPN where I can at least catch up on the world of Ice Hockey. We’re top of the season rankings right now and our coach is pushing really hard to make sure that we stay there. It’s not easy being at the top, you gotta keep pushing, pushing and pushing. I’m exhausted from all the training and the practice, the travelling and the games. It takes its toll on me and Atlas and I know on the other players. But, we live, dream and breathe the ice. It’s part of our DNA. I couldn’t be without it and my worst nightmare is not being able to skate or play.

My mobile beeps, I take it out of my pocket and see Atlas has messaged me. Practice later, don’t be late. We’re all going to Autumn’s Bar later to catch some live music and beers. If you’re up for it.  To be honest I’m really in the mood for going out for beers, I’d rather be on the ice after practice doing my sets. But I can see that Atlas being our captain is rounding everyone up for a night off so we can let off some steam. Our next game isn’t for a week so we can afford to let rip for one night then hit it hard again. I know the guys will be looking forward to going over to Autumn’s. Not only is she one fine lady but her bar has the best live music this side of Canada.

Sure, I’ll be there.

And ask Immi if she wants to join us. Fuck. I didn’t see that coming. She’s the last person I want hanging around with us. But she is his little sister and I’m guessing he wants her to bond with the team.

Okay, I’ll speak with her. Catch you at practice. I throw my mobile down on the sofa beside me and watch the game in front of me, not absorbing it. My mind is on Immi and having to ask her if she wants to join us tonight. Then if she does, I’ve got to be close to her practically all night. That’s going to be hard since I don’t want to be anywhere near this woman. I guess I could go to be social then find some woman who will want a quick lay for the night. It’s not that difficult when you’re me. I have women literally throwing themselves over me, they get their tits out to be signed, throw their panties at me. It makes me cringe, this part of being a hotshot is not what I like the most.

Then there’s the cameras constantly popping in your face, media surrounding me almost all the time. I’ve even got a disguise. You’re laughing right? I kid you not, I have. Sometimes it can wear a person down and I like to hang out just like any other twenty something year old and just be myself. It works so I’m sticking with it.

I hear the suite door open and gaze at the tv as if I’m not going to notice she’s coming through to where I am. I can hear her flip flops making that cute flopping sound as she walks across the marble floor, behind where I’m sitting and towards the kitchen area. That’s right. I forgot. I asked her to make me lunch.

Cupboard doors begin to open and close, I bet she’s banging them on purpose for the way I spoke to her. Can’t say I blame her. I daren’t turn around in case my dick starts getting stiff again. Man, I’m mad as hell at myself for even being attracted to her.

“Fifteen minutes, lunch will be ready.” Her voice is as cold as ice. I don’t look round.

“Fine.” I say not taking my gaze away from the television screen.

“Fine.” She spits back.

Great, I think. The next six months is going to be a fucking nightmare.