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Imogen Being this close to Cody in his super-star Rolls Royce is un-nerving to say the least. I can practically feel the sex dripping off him, no wonder the girls go wild for him. He is definitely a woman magnet. No wonder he’s such a manwhore. I just don’t want to end up being another one to tick off his list. No fucking way.Out of the corner of my eye I take in his formed biceps with tattoos running from his wrists to I guess his shoulder tops. It’s like a creeping vine with leaves off interspersed with different images. A rose, a heart, hockey sticks and a puck. Typical. Of course he is an ice hockey player. His v-neck shows a tattoo peeping just over the top, it looks like Latin letters, I’m wondering what a dumbass hockey player could possibly have written on his body. I bet it’s something he Googled and had put on. There’s no way he can know a word of Latin. Right?It’s kind of difficult not to want to run my hands up and down his large legs encased in the tightest navy jeans,
Imogen The champagne arrives and I’m wondering who exactly is driving here and who isn’t. Only all the glasses are getting filled up and I certainly am not offering. There’s no way, I want to be out tonight and have fun. After a shitty few weeks of losing my job, having to move back home – well fuck it. I deserve a drink or two. “Who’s driving guys?” I ask. They all look at me like I’ve sprouted a second head. Instinctively I place my right hand to my head you know, just to check. “We’ll get a minivan cab, it can drop us all back to mine.” Cody says. Great, I like the idea of a party. “I’m going to message a couple of other guys and they can all swing round. I better warn you though, Immi you may want to stay in your room.” He chuckles. Atlas knocks back his champagne. It isn’t often I see my bro drink quite like that. Besides, isn’t champagne for sipping. I raise my eyebrows. “And why would that be Cody?” “Well, couple of the guys like to make out with their hook ups and they don
Cody Damn it, she is one stubborn woman, so defiant I could easily pull her over, put her across my lap and spank her. That causes my dick to bulge uncomfortably in my tight jeans. I know she’s just trying to wind me up now the way she is shamelessly flirting with not just Nolan but Calli too. They know she is off limits, they may like a good old puck bunny fuck, but they do know that Immi, being their captain’s sister, is not one they can fool around with. I suppose there is no harm in mild flirtation so why is it irritating the crap out of me right now? I am seething and my jaw ticks. “Hey chill.” Says Calli. “We get it. C’mon let’s get drunk and enjoy the night. Have you made the calls yet to let everyone know there’s a party happening at yours after ten?” His eyes are eager, I can imagine I’m not the only one right now with a stiff dick, the way Immi is pushing her tits out and wriggling around in her chair, feeding off Nolan and Calli. Jeez-us I so want to take her home and thr
Imogen We’re back at Cody’s place and already the house is filling with football players and some rather almost naked dressed girls. Typical type of party for a guy like Cody. I’m pleased to see Atlas has not decided to try to get his rocks off with the first girl that lays eyes on him and let me tell you, there are plenty. Every girl wants to bag the football captain. The music is blasting out with Drake’s Wait for u. It’s a track I like but hell if I’m going to hang around and watch this debacle. For a start, Cody has two girls sitting on each lap with their huge tits right in his face. The red head has her hand in his crotch, have they no shame? I’m far from a prude but honestly, they’re in a crowded space. He must have at least forty people round. Or perhaps it just looks like that because these football players are so huge. I’m talking even without all their gear on, broad shoulders, large biceps, glorious muscular thighs through their jeans and they sure do like to wear them t
Imogen I’ve been up since six and watched as the sun rose across the lake throwing off beautiful oranges and red hues. I marvelled as it rose from a tiny spec into the glorious beauty that it became. Being here in Cody’s suite is amazing with the glistening lake and I am looking forward to reading out on the deck a bit later. I’ve got some shopping to do for the week and have already planned his meals so my work is pretty much done on the planning front. I am still mad as hell at him but at least I know that Joshua plays for the Minnesota Twins, that means I can easily look online for a game and go watch plus if I’m smart I’ll ask my uncle Bob to get me in the VIP area. Yeah, my uncle Bob used to be a talent scout for baseball players for the Minni Twins as we call them here. And he knows just about everybody. How lucky am I, right? There is no way Cody Brannigan is ever going to cockblock me again. No damn way. Dressed still in my pajama shorts and tee I head into the open lounge/k
Imogen He is one cheeky mother right? The audacity of this man is crippling me. “Actually do you need to get to practice right now? I ask him. He nods. I can feel the warmth of his body radiating towards me as Cody stands almost on top of me. It’s all I can do not to reach out and run my fingers down his arms and feel those incredible bicep muscles of his. The stubble on his chin makes him look even more devilishly handsome, just when you think he couldn’t possibly get any better looking – he does. Damn it. “What do you need, darlin’?” I wish he would stop with all that darlin’ nonsense it’s hitting me right in my clit and it’s the last thing I want to be happening as his gorgeous eyes look down at me. Did I tell you, he’s six four? Probably, I did but it still amazes me and I thought my brother was tall. “We have to go shopping.” My voice is a bit authoritarian only I’m struggling to even speak right now being this close to him. Cody raises his eyebrows. “Well darlin’, here’s the
Cody Coach is huffing and puffing. That man seriously needs either to get laid or take a chill pill. “What do you all mean coming in looking like death warmed up? You have all been drinking on a night before practice. Jeez, what is it with you guys? Do I need to hire you all some goddamn nannies? Because trust me, I will if that is going to be what it takes.” His face is red from anger. I rake my hands through my hair. Calli and Nolan just shrug their shoulders whilst looking at me. Atlas has a smug look on his face since he was the good boy of the party last night and sensibly took himself off upstairs and not with a bootie caller either. I’m thinking self-righteous right now. “You can all hit the gym for thirty minutes then I want you on the ice straight after. We’re starting with five minutes of skating warm-up followed by puck control and transition races.” I groan. That gets me raised eyebrows from coach and a glare that cuts through me. “I told you, no messing up before the g
Cody And boy, was I right. He has drilled us until our legs are shaking and the sweat is literally pouring off us. I cannot wait to hit the showers. Yet, I love it. There is something about being out on the ice. The way my skates glide, I feel as light as a feather when I’m on the ice and that sure is saying something considering I’m six foot three and made of muscle. The whistle finally blows and coach tells us we’re done for the day. “You guys better keep it clean until next week’s game and keep the drinking to a minimum. Drug testing will be random one day next week.” He skates off without looking back. For me, no problem I’m always as clean as a daisy. No drugs in this system, my body is my temple. Of course I like a few beers who doesn’t especially when you’re only in your early twenties. The game is everything to me, I don’t want to fuck up and we need our team to be on the ball next week. Playing the Tampa Bay Lightning’s is not going to easy by any stretch of the imagination