ImogenThe rest of the day passed quicker than I could even have imagined. By the time Cody left and I’d gotten over the mini attack of my dad dropping on by and checking in with me, whilst Cody was upstairs, I took a look around upstairs and hugged myself. I loved the sunny yellow color I’d chosen for the bedroom and am considering asking our local carpenter, Mo if he’ll be able to make some of those cute shutters for me that I’ve seen on some of the cabins around here. I love them, they’ll give it a real cozy vibe not to mention keep the sun out in the summer and the heat in during the freezing cold winters we get here in Minnesota.Happy with everything upstairs I’d gone back down to the office space out the back of the restaurant area to start on the flyers. I love creating and the time whizzed by as I hashed a few designs around until I was happy with the grand opening final design. They’re all printed for the local businesses and I’m hoping I can get my mom to place some in the
CodyAfter the shoot, I had dinner with my folks, boy is my mom upset I have to leave for Dallas, her little boy is leaving for a few years. I feel for her, I don’t know how I would cope. We’re close my folks and I, they’re my life and rock solid, always have been. Not like some of my friends I knew when I was growing up. Those from homes where their parents had gotten divorced, or their folks were into drink and drugs. It makes me scowl to think that people can bring life into the world and then mistreat it and disrespect it.Back home, I kick my shoes off and go into my bedroom to get changed into my comfortable joggers and my old college tee shirt whilst I wait for Immi to come. I hear my phone vibrate and go check it.Some notification on my IG account, I’m about to just ignore it when I recognize the image that has popped up. The one and only Luna. What the hell?I open it up and see she has sent me a DM. WTF? Does this woman ever stop? Isn’t this harassment? Shit, I haven’t spok
Imogen The way his arms feel around me as he hooks one leg up to his waist then grabs my ass and firmly hoists me up so I can circle my legs around his waist feels amaaaazing. I’ve waited all day for this, to see him, to be with him and to smell him. He smells of shower and cinnamon aftershave. I kiss his neck as he carries me through the open plan lounge area, down the corridor and into his bedroom and sets me down on the bed, laying over me. Our lips crash together fervently as if we’ve never kissed before, the longing and desire washes over me, as I pull him in with my legs, which are still wrapped around his waist and leaning on his back. My stomach feels his hardness and it sends tingles up and down my spine as my pussy becomes wet knowing what pleasure she is going to get very soon. I tilt my hips up slightly and push against him so I can grind against his cock inside his joggers. God, I love joggers you can literally see everything and feel it. The best ever. “Slow down, dar
Cody I look down at her restful face, so radiant and beautiful. I swallow back the lump in my throat at her beauty and serenity. How did I get so damn lucky? I’ll never know. For years I have been off dating women, it wasn’t ever something I wanted in my life, you know the being tied down to one person. I was always a player and a raucous one at that. Now here I am, with the woman of my dreams laying peacefully in my arms with a smile on her face, a pure look of contentment and damn it makes my heart swell. It feels good is how it feels. Immi yawns. “You’re tired darlin’. No more sex for you tonight.” I tell her as I kiss the top of her head. “What? You can’t be serious. I’m up for more, besides you owe me an orgasm, Brannigan.” I chuckle, of course I do and when I think she’s had enough rest, I’ll guarantee her at least more than one. “That as it may be. You’ve been working so hard on the restaurant and the apartment above, plus you’ve got so much to do tomorrow morning that you’r
ImogenI wake, stretch out in the bed, and open my eyes. Firstly, I am confused as to why I’m not in my room back home at my folk’s house, then I remember the delicious evening I had with Cody and the movie in bed and that I was already nodding off before we had got to the half way mark. What a lightweight.Beside me the bed is empty, my heart drops I know he has left already for his flight. The early morning light is already flooding the room, since the blinds are never drawn in the bedroom. Why do they need to be when his house is privately situated right on the lake with private frontage? Atlas lives across the lake, and you can’t see in to each other’s houses.I check my time on my mobile and shit it’s already five past seven. I need to get up, shower, sort out some breakfast although I can pick something up from the diner and a coffee to go. Mom is meeting me at the restaurant at half eight to discuss the canapes and desserts for the opening night. I groan, I really wanted to be
Cody I’m having difficulty keeping my eyes open, am I tired or what? I just don’t think in the last seventy-two hours I’ve had much shut eye. Last night I got a couple of hours in, the thing was with Immi sleeping curled into me it was difficult to control myself. My dick wanted to spring into action as her chest rose and fell against mine, her soft skin as I stroked it and her long dark eyelashes fanning her cheeks, Man it took all my resolve not to slip my hand between her legs and wake her up some. Naturally, I didn’t. She has so much to do for opening night and I know she has been as drained as I was during our month’s separation. Our flight was uneventful, most of the team slept, it’s an early call half five in the morning but we landed about an hour ago, our bus has collected us needless to say the airport was jammed with supporters who literally follow our every game. There are fans and then there are the die hards, I never knew what all those hockey players before me went thr
Cody I psyche myself up for the game, we’ve gotten the press bits and paps out of the way. It went okay, not too many questions about me and the baby. Thank goodness. In fact, they were all pretty professional this time round and were focusing on the games, our stats and how far we’ve come. We discussed Atlas and I being drafted and how we’re now feeling about it, that we’re just a few weeks away from leaving Minnesota for Dallas. What can I say? I’ve just got back with my girl and now I feel like I’m being torn away from her. Literally, like my arm is being torn off. There isn’t anything I can do about it; my management team have signed me a two-year contract and I have to suck it up and Man up about it. We’re all in the locker rooms in various states of undress, coach comes in and our manager. “Right guys, you’ve done an amazing job to get us to the semifinals. We’re proud of you, in all my years as a coach I’ve not come across a team as strong and bonded as you guys. You’ve got t
Imogen“Do you want some popcorn for the game?” Mom asks as she busies herself in the kitchen. I swear my mom spends her entire life either in the kitchen or the garden. I’m just kidding she does do a lot for charity and helps out at the retirement home too. She certainly is a busy woman and has more engagements than my pop has with his firm.“Yes please, Mom.” I shout out as I slip into my fluffy pink slippers thinking it sure is going to be weird when I’m not living at home anymore. It’ll be even stranger living on my own, in New York I had a flat share with three other girls. I’ve already told you they were models so you can imagine all the paraphernalia in the bathroom, make up, shampoos, conditioners, face masks, lotions and potions, nail polishes everywhere. Clothes hanging up after showers for the wrinkles to die out in the steam.Yes, my own space will be so welcome, but I will miss having mom and dad around me and all this care and home cooking. “Coming right up, Honey. Go si