Imogen I let myself back in to Cody’s house and just breathe in. This is really happening. My life, the one I thought was over and in a pity party about not that long ago, having to move back to my folks and come work for Cody – is finally happening and I cannot believe the major turn in events. The sun is streaming through the windows, seriously, you need shades in here as it bounces off the wood floor and turns it a golden color. Beautiful. Laying my keys down on the island I grab a glass from the cupboard and pour myself some water from the cooler on the fridge. I’m just so happy, did I already tell you that? I am over the moon; my insides constantly feel like they’re fizzing and I have this perma-grin on my face. I must look like a total dork walking around like this. Cody Brannigan and I, we’re together and it still hasn’t really hit me. But being back here in his house, I think it just has. This will be my life well except for when he has to go to Dallas. I’m confident we’re
Cody My alarm goes off and I am tired. Being up with Immi most of the night has tired me out. That girl is insatiable and I fucking love it. I never thought I’d meet a woman who had the same sex drive as me but seriously, my baby is like a tiger in the bedroom and her mouth can be so dirty, not to mention her energy. In one way it’s a good job I’m going to be in Vegas on my own because I’m not sure how I could get through a grueling game after an all-night sex session with my darlin’. We must have got to sleep around two a.m when she told me her pussy couldn’t take anymore. It’s now five thirty and my driver will be here in thirty minutes. Immi stirs next to me. “You leaving, baby?” She asks, her voice all sleep husky, it’s so damn sexy. “Yeah, sorry for waking you. I’ve got thirty minutes to get ready.” Immi sits up in bed, her hair falls around her shoulders and she definitely looks like a woman who had a good seeing to last night. I grin, kiss her on the lips. Man, I love those
Imogen I hear the car horn outside, it’s dad. We changed our plans and for him to collect me. Autumn said she wanted a lay in and would meet us at the unit on Main Street. I am betting that just like me, my bestie has orgasm hang over. It makes me chuckle. We’re such a pair and fancy both of us being with hockey players and from the same team. I tell you; we always do things together. I’m not dreaming of us both in white wedding gowns walking down the aisle together to meet our husbands to be. Honestly. Checking I’ve turned the coffee machine off and have my black throw over my shoulder bag, I grab the house keys from the side table by the door, slip into my black ballet pumps and head out the door locking it behind me. “Excited?” Dad asks as I jump in the car on the passenger side. “Oh. My. God. Dad. So excited.” I can see he has a glint in his eye and is smiling. “Good. I’m excited for you too. Your mom and I are so proud of you darling. We thought you’d give up on your dream o
Cody The guys are raucous on board, we’re all looking for a great game in Vegas and I’m especially looking forward to seeing one of my old buddies again, Franklin H. He isn’t in NHL but used to be and has since retired. He decided to get married to his sweetheart that he met on his last draft right here in Vegas, and stayed right here where he now coaches the little kids. His life seems to be pretty sewn up and it’s been a while since we’ve hooked up. I can’t stop grinning because I know when I get back home my girl, Immi is going to be waiting for me and I am dying to hear her news about the unit. “You are grinning like the cat that got the cream.” Calli says. I grin my goofy grin. “Yeah, could say the same about you, you douchebag. How was your night?” “You know I never spill the beans, bad boy. Suffice to say Autumn and I had a good evening.” He winks. “She’s going back to NYC you know that, right?” I tell him as I shift in my seat and pop my seatbelt on since our steward has
Imogen I’m whistling as I rifle through my journal that I’m about to write in. My hair is in a messy bun atop my head, and I’ve changed into my yellow with daisies on, pj shorts and a black vest top, to be comfortable. I’ve got so much to write about and so much to write also in my gratitude journal. I’ve been journalling for years now, and it used to be my therapy, not that I need any therapy now. Everything in my life is pretty perfect. Autumn is coming over in an hour and we’re having a girl’s night in with some wine, pizza and movie snacks. More than likely, we’ll watch some of our favorite movies, something like How to lose a guy in ten days with Kate Hudson. I absolutely love her as does Autumn. I wanted to be just like her until I realized I was never going to have her hair, her looks or that damn cute, quirky smile she has. But I’m happy with who I am and what’s more, Cody adores me and thinks I’m sexy. That makes me giggle as I sit down cross legged on the bed, propping a c
Cody“What the fuck, man.” I’m not impressed. Atlas is standing in front of me, his bare chest on full display. We’ve just come off the ice and the game was hard, the opposition almost kicked our asses but I managed to score in the last two minutes. Way. To. Go, me.“Don’t be like that, Cody.” Atlas starts drying himself off and pulls on his boxer shorts. Good, because I sure don’t like having a conversation with a man with his tackle on display. “You need someone in to help keep your place in condition and to cook for you. It’s Imogen or someone you don’t know that will be assigned you.”FFS, I don’t need anyone around my place fluffing up damn pillows, cleaning and taking care of me. I’m a frigging adult already. I’m twenty-four, a centre player for the best ice-hockey team here in Minnesota and definitely not someone who needs a wet nurse.“Imogen is just a kid, man. The last time I saw her she had pigtails still.” Okay, maybe she didn’t but that’s how I’ll always remember her. The
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
ImogenWe had a lovely evening despite the fact that I am mad as hell at Atlas for deciding for me, that I was going to be Cody’s nutrionist. Inside I’m all churned up and wanting to get right back on a flight to where I came from. Only, I can’t. There’s no way I can afford to live in New York. At the moment. But, I am hell bent on getting back there at some point. I love the vibrancy of the city, the different quarters and the diversity of people.Don’t get me wrong it’s nice here where I grew up in Minnesota, there’s a bundle of stuff to do and as a kid we’d travel from here into Canada and took trips across to Alaska. That’s another place on my list to roam to and stay for a year or two. I’m young, I can afford to travel some.Mom couldn’t stop fussing around, it was cute. Secretly, I think she’s kind of pleased that I’ll be sticking around a while. My dad certainly is, he couldn’t stop telling me last night how much it meant to him to have his little girl back home. Sure, it would