Semua Bab Hockey Alpha's Forbidden Flame - A stepbrother romance : Bab 1 - Bab 6

Roxy Jeez-us it’s absolutely freezing as I step down from the aircraft that has brought me into Anchorage from my home in sunny California. My battered suitcase has seen better days, as I haul it finally from inside the terminal off the carousel.My stomach is in knots from the mere fact that I have to return home after a few years away. I feel irritated, bitter and vulnerable as I step back onto home turf.Three years away, and it still smells like regret and testosterone in this damn place. Returning back to Anchorage is not my choice, however, my mother has just undergone surgery on her gallbladder and asked that I come home to be with her during recovery.What, like her husband, my stepfather and my asshole, womanizing, step brother, Blake couldn’t be there for her? Sorry, that’s rude I know. She is my mother after all and we do love each other. But having to spend any time around my step brother makes me feel like burning the town down.The cab driver nods when I give him the a

RoxyWaking up, I rub my eyes sore from lack of sleep. Most of the night I tossed and turned since my mind was inundated with images of Blake half naked which did nothing but make my core tight and wetness creep between my legs.I flatly willed myself not to touch myself or get my vibrator out. God, could you imagine me getting myself off over my stepbrother?It’s time to get up as I look at my mobile and see it is already eight in the morning. Shit, I never lay in bed this late. Usually, I am an early riser up at around five, out for a run by half past. The flight and travel on top of the bad sleep have taken their toll on me.Downstairs everything is quiet. I remember now my mother telling me when I finally caught up with her yesterday evening, that she has a checkup for her mammogram today. Nobody is around, it is perfectly silent. The coffee maker has been put on. I check the cupboards to find a mug and fine them to the left. From the cupboard I grab a mug that has cute cats on it

RoxyI have my camera slung around my neck, my faithful friend. I rarely go out without it. Even though I love to take pictures of nature, I do also take pictures of random buildings, people, children and the like. Susan says I ought to put them in a gallery, but for me it’s the pleasure of taking shots.The Ridge woods have always come with superstitions and rumors which I push entirely to the back of my mind. God, who believes such utter crap anyway? Besides, if there is trouble, I can change easily into my wolf form and let Tate out.My face is to the ground not just to make sure I don’t fall down a hole and twist my ankle or trip over something, but because I want to see if I can spot any signs of animal or tracks.It is eerily quiet and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I haven’t felt like this for a long time. Not since I was a child and I got lost in a mall. Stupid thing really since I wanted an ice cream and wandered off even though my momma had told me to