Semua Bab Hockey Alpha's Forbidden Flame - A stepbrother romance : Bab 61 - Bab 70

BlakeI feel like an asshole treating her like that. One minute running hot and holding her against my body, the next cold as the top of Everest. It’s time to tell her the truth. It’s been a close guarded secret for many years but if it’s going to land Roxy in trouble with her editor and worse still send her away, then I have to do something.The thought of Roxy having to leave Anchorage so soon makes my heart squeeze. I’m not ready to let her go not just yet. Hell, will I ever be ready for her to leave me? I don’t think so. Whatever has happened to me since she has arrived has taken it’s hold like heroin to a junkie. She is my drug. My aphrodisiac, my moon in the dark night, the sun breaking through the clouds.Yet, I know she loves her job and will want to travel with it and that brings with it a lot of time being taken away from me. I rake my hands through my hair as I stuff my kit into my sports bag in my bedroom. And let out long sigh. Damn, why do matters of the heart have to be

BlakeI messaged Roxy to let her know that I’ll pick her up instead, since I have to go back in any case because I forgot some bits that I need at my new house.Nothing and I mean nothing prepares me for the sight of her when I let myself in the house and find her standing ready to go in the entrance hall.Fuck my life. She is mesmerizing like a goddess sent from heaven with her hair shining bright and hanging down over her shoulders, past her breasts. And that red dress is like a siren for come and get me now. My dick instantly springs to attention and hardens uncomfortably in my jeans. Man, oh man, she’s looks good enough to devour right now.As if she already knows that, she has a wicked, temptress grin on her face. “You like?” she asks as she twirls around. And those heels, man they would look good wrapped around my neck with my shoulders between her legs and my tongue on her slit.Fuck, I’m aching so bad that I could take her here on the stairs.I lick my lips and try to clear my

BlakeI can smell her musky scent on my fingers as I drive us to the best French restaurant here in Anchorage. It will be worth the drive. The views of the mountains are something else, I could never get bored of looking at them.Snow, ice, the mountains are all an integral part of my life. It’s like every cell in my body needs them. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel like I’m the luckiest man alive to get to live where I do and see what I do. Not to mention playing a sport I’ve loved since I was a child. It’s a good life and I never take a damn day for granted.As I pull up the long driveway to the chateau style restaurant, Roxy’s eyes bug out f her head. “This is a restaurant?” she asks in wonderment.“It is. I told you I was bringing you somewhere special, Hot Lips.”I turn the engine off and hop out of the car and go round to her side. An attendant is already there about to open the door. “I’ve got it,” I tell him not wanting any other man to touch Roxy. Not even to assist her ou

RoxyThe thought of all those people, mostly women swarming at us makes me feel nervous. There are so many of them. I get that Blake is one of the most gorgeous men alive right now and a God on the ice. But seriously, those women are like wild animals. Thank goodness he has an escape route for us.He leads me down the stairs. We have a guard behind us and two in front. When we come to a metal fire door. The guard pushes the bar down and we are hit by ice cold air and see immediately a blacked out 4x4 Mercedes. Blake ushers me forward to the door that his driver has open and pushes me inside. He climbs in after me and the driver closes the door and quickly gets inside and starts the vehicle up.“Close,” he says as we already start to pull away.“I don’t think I could stand that, it’s insane,” I tell him as I belt myself up and sit back in the luxurious seats.“You get used to it, but I think they were more interested in getting to know who you are. There will be pictures online tomorro

RoxyThe elevator is like one of those grand ones, all dark polished wood surrounding and a marble floor with gold specks. It glides softly up to the very top and stops when the P red light flashes. The gold like doors swish open and we are greeted by a large entrance foyer of the same marble flooring and an ornate hanging chandelier. There are various forms of art on the wall, mainly abstract. No doubt they cost an absolute fortune.“This way,” Blake says as he guides me by the arm. His detail follows and goes and stands outside two impressive double doors that lead to I am sure his penthouse.They remain outside with their arms folded in front of their chests as Blake slides a card in the slot which automatically opens the double doors.“Oh my gosh,” I exclaim as the doors open on auto and we step inside a vast space all open plan. There is glass everywhere, we are surrounded by it. The main space has soft blue colored sofas, three of them. Two opposite each other on the left and ri