Chapter 7

Blake

Just seeing her has rocked all of my senses. I could smell her jasmine fragrance from the ice, and see the way her lips parted when she was checking me out. Fancy that, hey. My own step-sibling watching me like a hawk. Her eyes tracing every move I made. I may have showed off a bit to give her a show of what her step brother is capable of since she thinks that hitting a puck and chasing after it is not a real job. What does she even know? Worse still, why do I care about showing off in front of her?

Why her scent should fill my nostrils is new on me. Yet I can’t get enough of her. My instinct was to throw my stick on the ice and follow her. Man, I wanted to check out that perky ass of hers and the way she rocks those hips from side to side. If I’d have followed her, God only knows what I would have done. Lost control probably, she has that power over me. It’s crazy bat-ass shit having these feelings when there is nothing about Roxy and her haughtiness and brattish attitude that I even like.

“Hey, Bro. What’s going on with you?” Ford my wingman and one of my best friends from high school shouts out.

“What now?” I shout back having missed another pass. What is going on with me? Safe to say that Roxy is currently living rent free in my damn head right now as I imagine her lips parting and sliding my cock inside her mouth. I bet its warm and inviting. Hell, I don’t have time to get a rise in my pants in front of the guys on the ice in these tight hockey pants. Shit!

“You missed another pass dammit,” Ford says skating towards me. I shrug my shoulders. “What’s gotten into you? That’s the third pass and your skating is off. Coach is going to be pissed at you when we’re done.”

“Leave it,” I snarl at him not meaning to be so pissy.

“Ah, did your wolf not get laid, Cap?” Ford says laughing like it’s the funniest joke ever. I literally growl at him.

“Fuck you, Ford,” I say skating away from him.  Then I stop dead and turn to where he now stands with my other buddies, Mitch and Giles.

“Remember guys, Roxy is off limits. If anyone so much as looks at her you’ll have me to deal with. Got it?” I know I’m snarling at them, they look at me like I have lost the plot.

They begin to chuckle like friggin’ kids. Assholes. “Oooo, don’t tell us you have a thing for Roxy, Blake.” Mitch says trying to get a rise out of me. I stand my ground and grind my jaw.

“No, don’t be stupid. She’s my stepsister you douchebags.” I skate away from them and this time I manage to hit the puck that is passed to me by one of the team members.

“He’s got it bad!” Ford shouts out just as coach skates onto the ice.

“Blake!” Coach yells out to me. And here it comes. You can always tell with coach because he gets a red face and uses a certain tone of voice. “Get your ass over here right now.”

Fuck. I skate towards him and stop dead in front of him perhaps a bit too close but a man like coach isn’t intimidated by my six-foot four frame and broad shoulders. He too is a big guy not as big as me but still nonetheless, being an ex-NHL player too he’s got some muscle.

“Mind sharing with me why your practice is piss poor this evening?”

“Not sure, coach. Got a lot on my mind.”

“Well get it off your damn mind. We’ve got a big game tomorrow and I don’t want any fuck ups. We have a lot riding on it.” No shit. He doesn’t need to state the obvious. I know how much the game tomorrow means to us.

We all want to get into the championships and be in the semi-finals. “Now get back on that ice and any more missing passes I will make you sit the game out tomorrow. I want your head on the ice, on your feet on that stick and the damn puck. Do you understand?”

I scrub the back of my neck with my hand. I hate being riled out. Would he seriously dare sit his captain of the team out of the game? I’m his best player and he knows that. They don’t call me the Golden Boy of Ice Hockey and NHL for no reason.

Still, I don’t want to take any chances. Any thoughts I am having about my too-hot-to-handle stepsister, need to be shoved to the dark recesses of my mind not the front. But it’s hard not to think of her mesmerizing eyes and that body that’s cut for sin.

She smells like trouble—and like mine. And that’s the damn problem.

“Now get back at it,” Coach tells me and skates away to the seats.

Ford makes a pass which thankfully this time I grab and forward it on to Mitch who takes the puck and easily slams it in the back of the net.

“So, when you going to let us know that you have the hots for Roxy, Bro?” Ford says as she skates beside me. I bump his shoulder, then turn my feet to skate in the opposite direction.

“I do not have a thing for my step-sister, asshole. What do you think I am some kind of pervert?” Ford laughs. I don’t. None of this is funny. Roxy was always the annoying younger step sister who would come back on holidays and rile the absolute shit out of me.

Now, however, she is all fucking woman and I can’t seem to get enough of wanting to be near her. Even to the extend I followed her into the woods fearing that something would happen to her.

Since when do I care that much about a woman? And please somebody tell me, why am I even looking forward to seeing the little brat tonight at dinner?

Man, this is so bad. BAD!