Chapter 2

Blake

Well, well, well. Who’d have known that my little stepsister would grow into such a gorgeous woman. All that red flaming hair I’d like to fist and pull back to press her bee lips onto mine. Curves that go on for days and legs to her neck. Damn, she is hot. Those emerald eyes make me want to melt and fall to my knees.

I need to remind myself that I do not even like my stepsister. My father marrying her mother and having to share his attention with them was not ideal. Still, I must not complain he has been a good father and come to all my hockey games when he can. Naturally, since he is a billionaire, he cannot attend as much as he likes.

Then there is the pack business which he intends to hand over to me in a few years’ time.

Her sassy attitude makes my dick go almost hard as I watch her ass swaying from left to right as she ascends the staircase. “You better not be checking my ass out, dipshit,” she says snarling at me. Her eyes narrowing to green slits.

“Hey,” I reply holding my hands into the air surrender stance. “I don’t go checking out my step-siblings ass. Behave, Roxy. Besides, I get enough pussy not to have to check you out. You being home is a pain in my ass.”

She gets to the top and for a moment it looks as if she is going to push me backwards down the stairs. For extra precaution I hold onto the highly polished, mahogany banister.

“Good, because there is nothing that I would hate more is for you to be a creep. Now go fuck off and leave me alone. I know which room is mine.”

“Fine, brat.” God, why am I acting so darn childish all of a sudden? She stomps off to the room that is now allocated to herd whilst I head for my large suite to get changed and ready to head out for hockey practice. I literally cannot wait to get on the ice even though I know coach is going to drill us like crazy.

We have a game coming up this weekend, it is one of the last five before the big Stanley Cup finalist events and boy do we want to win. We haven’t won the cup yet, but we are on target. That is if we get through the weekend’s game and then win the rest.

I hear her door slam and chuckle. Roxy it would appear is one helluva feisty brat. This should be fun having her around. Not. Especially since she is hot temptation. So hot, that kinda hot that makes ice cream melt on a stick in summer.

My cock is bulging in my pants. On another day I’d whip it out, fist it and get myself off quicker than you can say cheese. However, not today. Nope, today I gotta be on the ice. My guy friends and I want to show coach how determined we are to make the win this weekend.

“Hey,” I hear my stepmom’s voice from down the wide hallway. She has just come out of her room. “Did Roxy get home alright? I haven’t seen her yet,” she says. My stepmom is a good-looking woman, with golden hair that she wears in a bob cut to her shoulders and a slender body from all the Pilates she does.

I shrug my shoulders. “Yeah, the brat is in her room.”

“Don’t talk about Roxy like that. Honestly, when are you two going to start getting along?”

“The day she moves back out. What the hell is she here for anyway?”

Her mother gives me an exasperated look and places her hands on her hips. “Blake, I am warning you. Do not speak about your sister like that.”

“Ha, she is only my step-sister, Eileen not my actual sister. I can treat her how I like.” Not waiting for her to answer I go into my room but unlike Roxy, I do not slam the door. I have much more self-control than my brattish sister.

Fuck her and those curves she is sporting and showing off. I don’t care. I don’t want her. She’s just another woman in my mind. I’ve had it with women to be honest. To me they’re only good for hooking up with. My ex when I was in high school ditched me for my best friend back then, so yeah now I have trust issues. No way am I laying my heart on the line for any female again.

Least the girls I hook up with know the score. One hook up and out. No staying the night. No exchanging numbers. Nothing.

Inside my large suite I make my way to the wall-to-wall wardrobes and pull out a clean black T-shirt with our team’s logo on it and place it over my head and pull it down. I change my bottoms into black joggers and slip into my Nike trainers.

My sports back ready to go with my ice hockey kit in it is by the door. On the way out I grab it and the keys from my dresser to my Porsche Cayenne.

Thirty minutes later I am downtown and parked up at the rink in my VIP parking space. Being the Alpha of our pack, the Moon Wolf Pack, and the center player for our team, it goes without saying I get all the perks and privileges.

“Hey dude, I hear Roxy is back in town,” Mitch says as he steps out of his 4x4 Merc looking casual in his ripped denims and our hockey jersey already on.

I grunt. He chuckles. “From her social media pages, I can see she is hot,” he shakes his hands in a my fingers are on fire way. Why do I suddenly want to punch him in the jaw? Jeez-us, Mitch is my best friend. But him talking about Roxy like that has gotten to me. WTF?

“Hey, she is off limits. I catch you talking about her like that again, I’ll cut your fucking dick off!”