I'm so happy for these two but what is about to happen to destroy everything? Read in the next chapter what is about to happen to Immi and Cody. I want to let you all know this book will be having a sequel titled Puck Love Reunited the second book in the Minnesota Ice Series. So, please be sure to keep an eye out for this new release coming in February. Thank you sooooo much for reading xoxo If for some reason it needs a different title then do keep an eye on my author profile page xoxo
Imogen I’m whistling as I rifle through my journal that I’m about to write in. My hair is in a messy bun atop my head, and I’ve changed into my yellow with daisies on, pj shorts and a black vest top, to be comfortable. I’ve got so much to write about and so much to write also in my gratitude journal. I’ve been journalling for years now, and it used to be my therapy, not that I need any therapy now. Everything in my life is pretty perfect. Autumn is coming over in an hour and we’re having a girl’s night in with some wine, pizza and movie snacks. More than likely, we’ll watch some of our favorite movies, something like How to lose a guy in ten days with Kate Hudson. I absolutely love her as does Autumn. I wanted to be just like her until I realized I was never going to have her hair, her looks or that damn cute, quirky smile she has. But I’m happy with who I am and what’s more, Cody adores me and thinks I’m sexy. That makes me giggle as I sit down cross legged on the bed, propping a c
Cody“What the fuck, man.” I’m not impressed. Atlas is standing in front of me, his bare chest on full display. We’ve just come off the ice and the game was hard, the opposition almost kicked our asses but I managed to score in the last two minutes. Way. To. Go, me.“Don’t be like that, Cody.” Atlas starts drying himself off and pulls on his boxer shorts. Good, because I sure don’t like having a conversation with a man with his tackle on display. “You need someone in to help keep your place in condition and to cook for you. It’s Imogen or someone you don’t know that will be assigned you.”FFS, I don’t need anyone around my place fluffing up damn pillows, cleaning and taking care of me. I’m a frigging adult already. I’m twenty-four, a centre player for the best ice-hockey team here in Minnesota and definitely not someone who needs a wet nurse.“Imogen is just a kid, man. The last time I saw her she had pigtails still.” Okay, maybe she didn’t but that’s how I’ll always remember her. The
ImogenI’m not impressed to say the least. Here I am back at my folks home in Minnesota with my mom clucking around me like a mother hen. Anybody would think that I’ve never been back since I left to work in a restaurant in New York City. That didn’t work out too well for me and I set up on my own as a nutrionist to some seriously wealthy people. Er, that didn’t work out too great either. “Oh, my it’s so good to have you home sweetie.” She says wrapping me in her arms and almost suffocating me. I glance over my shoulder and see dad standing behind her with the broadest smile on his face you could possibly imagine. “Good to see you, honey.” He says, naturally waiting his turn to squeeze the living daylights out of me too. This is what happens every time I come home. It’s always the same. They fuss and pamper me like they haven’t seen me for years. Jeez. I come home every Thanksgiving holiday, Christmas and New Year and Easter. I’ll always travel back for their birthdays and I’ve been
ImogenWe had a lovely evening despite the fact that I am mad as hell at Atlas for deciding for me, that I was going to be Cody’s nutrionist. Inside I’m all churned up and wanting to get right back on a flight to where I came from. Only, I can’t. There’s no way I can afford to live in New York. At the moment. But, I am hell bent on getting back there at some point. I love the vibrancy of the city, the different quarters and the diversity of people.Don’t get me wrong it’s nice here where I grew up in Minnesota, there’s a bundle of stuff to do and as a kid we’d travel from here into Canada and took trips across to Alaska. That’s another place on my list to roam to and stay for a year or two. I’m young, I can afford to travel some.Mom couldn’t stop fussing around, it was cute. Secretly, I think she’s kind of pleased that I’ll be sticking around a while. My dad certainly is, he couldn’t stop telling me last night how much it meant to him to have his little girl back home. Sure, it would
CodyAs I stand leaning against the door frame I’m completely taken back by the woman who is with Atlas as she trails reluctantly behind him. If I didn’t know any better that’s the Imogen of old, the one that sulks, huffs and puffs and can create a drama out of nothing.Only, I’m also not entirely sure it’s the one and same person. This woman is so fucking damn hot that I feel a stir in my pants. Her hips are narrow and taper down to some very fine long legs, encased in those spray on black jeans of hers and damn she isn’t even wearing any heels. An image of them wrapped around my neck flashes in front of my eyes. Shit. I feel blood rushing to my cock. Thank god I’m wearing tight denims that can keep it contained and not my sweat pants that I favour most of the time. Only I thought I’d better make a bit of an impression even though I don’t get along with Atlas’ sister.She comes closer and I notice how luscious and soft her dark hair looks as it hangs down her back and some over her s
ImogenWow this place is huge, it has vaulted ceilings and floor to ceiling windows. The front look onto the gardens which I'm betting Cody has a gardener or two. His Porsche and his black Range Rover are parked out the front. He's standing right behind me, I can feel his breath on me, it makes me tingle. Fuck it, I can't feel like this about him. He's my enemy and I'm really pissed that my body is having some kind of betrayal going on right now.I turn furious at him for being so close and at me for having this reaction. "Do you mind, you're in my fucking space. Back off." Too much? I don't really care, we need boundaries but before I can open my mouth, I hear my brother's voice cutting in. Again."Imogen, stop with the shitty attitude." I pull a face and stick my tongue out. at my brother. "So adult of you." He's clearly not impressed but Cody has a smirk on his face, one I'd like to slap off his face. "You ready to see your room." Cody says as he grabs my bag from my shoulder. I qu
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 hous
ImogenHe’s such a jerk sitting there watching television, he hasn’t even turned round once to acknowledge me. I’m cutting up lettuce as if I’m slicing his fingers off one by one. Because how mad I am, I could easily do this to Cody fucking Brannigan.He’s watching a hockey game and I’m trying my damndest not to stare at his broad shoulders and those tattoos that are running down his arm from his white tee. He’s not evening tensing his arms and I can see the form of his bicep muscles, the ones that in between thinking of cutting his fingers off, I want to run my hands down and trace the patterns of. I’m hot and flustered and I feel a warmth rush up from my pussy to my stomach. Holy Fuck. I chop harder. He doesn’t seem to notice or he’s really good at ignoring people.I add some bell tomatoes, feta cheese and red onion to the salad and sprinkle it with basil before drizzling olive oil over it. The chicken I was grilling is finished, I slice it in thick chunks and lay it on his plate be