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

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

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

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

Imogen“Oh, Immi they’ve won isn’t that amazing and they’re saying that Cody is a record breaker and will go in the Hall of Fame. That’s marvellous.” My mom is saying, whilst my dad claps away. Of course he is ecstatic, his son, my brother, Atlas has done good too.And whereas I really want to be overjoyed for them, which of course I am, truly I am. A part of me is hurting so bad seeing Luna in the box and holding up a tiny baby grow thing that matches Cody’s jersey. It sickens me to my stomach that she is there. I feel like I could easily vomit, and beads of sweat are on my forehead.“Are you okay, honey you look as pale as a ghost?” Mom asks and touches my head. “You’re all warm, Immi what’s wrong.” Concern evident in her voice.“Nothing, nothing. I’m fine.” Did they not both just see the camera on Luna’s face and the whole spectacle for the world to see? Or are they trying to ignore it? I mean, after all they have no idea that I am back with Cody at the moment.And who invited her