Cody
As 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 shoulder. I resist the urge to tuck it behind her ears. WTF is wrong with you? I’m actually stumped for words not something that usually happens to me. Not at all.
“Hi buddy.” Atlas shakes my hand. “Imogen is here. We’ll get her stuff in a while, she hasn’t got much a few cases.”
“Sure no problem.” I say still not taking my eyes off this wonder in front of me, even though I don’t want to be attracted to her. It’s making me angry, I can feel myself getting riled up. Her red lipstick accentuates her full pouting lips and I imagine them wrapped around my dick. Fuck’s sake. I have got to stop thinking about her like this. She is Atlas’ little sister and Imogen who I cannot stand, who was always a pain in the ass growing up.
“Hi.” She says stepping up onto the porch. I can smell her fragrance it reminds me of wild flowers and jasmine. It’s fresh and I just want to move closer to her and smell it some more. I also want to give myself a good slap across the face to get a grip. This is not a great start, she’s just a kid right? Okay, so she’s what, twenty-one now? Strictly speaking that makes her a grown-up, an adult. But to me she’ll always be the royal pain in my side, Imogen. The younger, baby sister of Atlas.
“Hi Immi.” I drawl.
“It’s Imogen.” She says flatly. Right, that brings a smirk to my face. I can see her flush red to her cheeks. It’s actually quite cute.
“Imogen.” I say slowly repeating her. “Come on in, let’s get you shown around and settled in shall we?” She hesitates, bites her bottom lip which does something to my insides. I have to remind myself that I can’t stand her and that she’s still a kid in my eyes beside Atlas would kill me if I touched his little sister. And I’m not about upsetting my best friend.
Imogen steps over the threshold and into my house, I notice how her ass moves from side to side and what a damn fine ass that is. I could sink my teeth into it. The word peach springs to mind. My dick twitches again, I’m going to have to go and sort myself out if this carries on.
Whilst she walks into the vast open-spaced living area, I fist my hands and seethe inside. Liking Imogen is not on the agenda, it’s so far off the agenda it may as well be in Europe. Not in my living space. This is so damn, fucking bad and I’m now royally pissed off.
“This is amazing.” She breathes and I guess looking at it from her perspective it is amazing. I’ve worked my butt off literally year after year after year to be the best hockey player Minnesota has ever seen. Years of hard practise, commitment, dedication and giving up a lot of life and my childhood to be standing right where I am now. Atlas is the same, he’s worked just as hard and one day soon he’ll be getting his own place.
I watch as she moves through the open space with its vaulted ceilings boasting natural oak beams and steel girders and carries herself through where the open plan kitchen/diner is to the far glass doors that stretch the entire width of the house. The view is stupendous over the lake as the near Fall sun bounces off it, even this early in the morning.
Imogen just stands there, I can tell it’s rocking her world right now and that she’s totally in awe of the view. I’ve lived her six months already and it still makes my heart zing when I drink my morning coffee and take it in, or sit at night just staring out at it. Across the lake are a couple of other houses but none as grand as mine. Naturally, I’ve got the largest on the plot. I can see their lights twinkle like stars at night when it’s dusk. The peace living here is incredible, the perfect retreat after busy days spent in the gym, practise on the ice, guys always around me, cheerleaders trying to hook up with me. It’s insane being at the top but I wouldn’t swap it. This here, my home, it’s a small piece of heaven. I forget for a few moments that I’m mad at Atlas for setting Imogen up as my nutrionist. I forget a lot of things until she turns around.
Her pupils are dilated and I sense she likes what she sees. “Great view, right?” I say slowly.
“It’s okay.” Jeez is she uptight or what? The first thing that springs to my mind is how I’d like to take her up to my bedroom and give her a good seeing to. I clench my fists again. She’s now my employee, not someone I’m going to take to bed and give a good time to.
I shrug. I’m not going to let her sullen attitude get to me. If she wants to be like that, then fine. As far as I’m concerned I’m paying her to make sure I’m in top condition for our games and to help out around the house.
“I want to make it clear,” she starts looking directly at me in the eyes and her hands on her hips. “this is strictly a business arrangement. I’m not interested in your life, or how much of a hot shot you are.”
“Imogen.” I hear Atlas sounding infuriated. She glares at him with a what look all over her cute face.
“Strictly business.” I say, clearly amused. What does she take me for? I don’t go round fucking my best mate’s little sister.
“And, it’s only six months. I’m not staying a minute longer.” I nod and raise my eyebrows.
“Six months.” I repeat. “Got it.” She stomps off back through the living area then stops realizing she has no idea where her room is, since the house branches off to both the left and the right. I snigger.
“Don’t fucking start, Cody.” She says. But I can’t help it. It’s funny watching her.
“Yeah, knock it off.” Atlas tells me. I get myself together. At least my dick has gone back down and I’m no longer focused on that ass of hers or those long legs.
“I promise, Immi that this is just six months and not a second longer. Trust me, it doesn’t suit me either. This way.” I get back to my grumpy fucker mode and lead the way to show her the bedroom she’ll be having. It’s more like a suite than a bedroom.
“Told you. Don’t fucking call me Immi. That was when I was a kid. I’m an adult.” Wow she has some fire in her belly for sure.
This should be a whole lot of fun. I can’t wait to be her worst nightmare, she’s going to have to earn every cent I pay her.
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
Cody Right, well I wasn’t expecting that. I thought the last thing she’d want to do is come out with a rowdy group of hockey players tonight. Damn it. Now I’m going to watching her all night, I won’t be able to keep my eyes off her. Why the fuck does she have to be so damn hot? I mean HOT. Her eyes are flaming as she smacks my plate down on the counter. I know I’m riling her up and it’s amusing me. It’s childish I know, but I can’t help myself. She’s in my space. I could kill Atlas for putting me in this position. I don’t need a woman around, especially not this one. She’s driving me to distraction and I’ve got a serious game at the weekend. All our games are serious, we are top in the country right now and none of us can let that slide. The practice sessions, the training, the endless drills are hard work. But it’s worth it. I love being there right at the top. It was my dream since I was a kid and knowing my folks have always been right behind me, means that I can’t ever let them d
ImogenI’m so angry at him. He honestly thinks that he is some kind of gift to women. Yeah, so what? I have checked his Instagram page. I couldn’t help it. There was a stupid stage I went through when I was about fifteen when I really fancied him. Personally, I blame it on being a teenager and growing up.Even though he constantly took the piss out of me and was always banging on about me reading or having my head in a book and being a goodie-two shoes, I still fancied him. Who wouldn’t with his gorgeous electric blue eyes and that hair that falls ridiculously into his face. His jaw line has always been chiseled and those cheek bones would make a model jealous. Then there are those fat, plump lips. They would drive me insane. Every time he’d be saying something shitty to me, all I could do was watch them and wonder what it’d be like if he kissed me. Of course, Cody was way too busy being a jerk to me and kissing other girls.That man has always been a serial dater. He’s a fucking man-
Cody “Change of plan.” Atlas says on the other end of the phone. “We’re going to drive to Half Moon Bay and go to the bar on the ocean front. You still in?” I’d rather have gone to Daisy’s it’s up the road, it’s comfortable and everyone knows us there. The vibe is good but if Atlas wants to go to Half Moon Bay then that is where we’ll end up. He usually get his own way being team captain and all that. “Sure, why not. I’ll drive since I’m not drinking. Our game is at the weekend I don’t want to feel like shit going into it. It’s too important.” “No problem. I’ll not be drinking much either just a couple of beers. But you know for Imogen it’ll be lovely to take her out to the ocean front. Especially having been stuck in New York.” “They have the bay there.” I say not impressed the change of plan is all about Immi. Fuck’s sake. When did she become the most important person to impress? I know she’s Atlas’s sister but really? “It’s not the same bro, you know that. I’ve spoken to the gu
Cody The guys are already in the changing room. It’s time to take my mind of Immi. That woman sure is getting under my skin and it’s not even been twenty-four hours. How I’m going to last six months is beyond me. I’m swaying from angry-pissed off to wanting to tear her clothes off and letting her know what my tongue would feel like against her clit. “Hey, Cody. You’ve decided to join us.” Atlas thinks he’s so funny. I’m only ten minutes late. Besides they’re not even changed into their kit yet. Too much bicep showing going on and whose got the best abs. We’re such jerks right? I know but it’s fun and in any case, I already know my abs beat the total shit out of theirs. I work like a demon in the gym, in the pool, I do Pilates and Hot Yoga. I’m obsessed with being the best and staying at the top. Ain’t no fucker going to knock me off. “Yeah, had a call come in from Amber.” Atlas and I both use Amber as our assistant-P.R. person it’s just easier that way and she keeps us both extremel
Imogen Well, I’m pleased he is finally out of the house. Damn that man, Cody. And damn me. I can’t stand that I actually find him so fucking attractive. His body is insane. He looks like a male model you know, the pictures you’d find on P*******t. And yes I do kind of stalk that app an awful lot. Why not? I like looking at nice looking guys. Cody is so tall, he’s like a man mountain and makes me feel like a friggin dwarf when I was in the kitchen making his breakfast. Boy, he sure has grown up. Only, I wish he wouldn’t have grown up to be so bloody good looking. It’s freaking me out right now that he has this effect on me. The man is gorgeous with a capital G. And for me that’s the worst thing ever because I absolutely do not want to think of my brother’s best friend being so good looking. With his tousled hair and those eyes of his when he was looking at me, and that smirk on his face. One minute I wanted to slap it off his damn face, the other I wanted to dash behind the island an