Ice Hockey Stud and His Best Friend's Sister

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

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

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

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

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