Breaking All The Ice

Son huh? 🤔

*Amelia*

Shock was the initial reaction on this beautiful specimen's face.

Then it morphed into confusion as his eyes flickered from my face to Coach's before finally settling on utter disbelief.

I did my best to not squirm under his intense gaze as he pondered on his response.

His eyes lit up in mischief. I could just feel that smart-ass remark before it even left his lips.

"I know you said you're never getting married Uncle Jake, so I thought for sure the possibility of a little cousin to play with was out the window. But hey, adoptions cool too."

That stupid-ass sexy smirk on his stupid ass handsome face sparked a fire in me that had me ready to make a giant fall today.

I was ready to give him an earful when Coach spoke before I could.

"No, you smart ass. This is my biological son. I just didn't know about him until a year ago. Which is why no one knows about him until now.

"I wanted to get to know him and prepare him for the assholes of this family. Glad to see you're already breaking him in."

His voice was saturated in dry sarcasm.

I was actually glad he spoke before I did because we didn't get to go over my full background story on the ride here due to my screams of joy hogging the conversation.

We really needed to talk about that asap so that I could get my story straight.

"I don't wanna be a relationship killer, but you might wanna get a little reassurance if you know what I mean, Unc."

He had looked me up in down with uncertainty before he turned to wink at his uncle.

Fucking Jerk.

My anger flared, and before I could think about my actions, I blurted out the words.

"I know who my own dad is you ass face!"

I didn't need Coach to stand up for me.

I watched as his eyes settled on mine and he folded his arms.

His muscles flexed, and if I weren't so angry, I would've swooned.

I've felt more girly on this trip than I ever have in my entire life.

"Oh yeah? And who might that be?"

He seemed to enjoy seeing me lose my s**t which is exactly what I was about to do.

"It sure as hell isn't you so mind your own f*****g business before I kick your ass and show which genes I did inherit from my father."

I glared up at him as I began to step away from Coach to get in his face.

I'd probably get my ass handed to me backwards, but if it was a fight he wanted then I'd give him the fight of his life.

"Who do you think you're talking to, Tiny Tim?"

He looked irritated and amused at the same time as he took a step forward to meet me halfway.

He had that look in his eyes that told me he never backed down from a challenge, even if he didn't feel threatened by it.

Well, you sure as s**t met your match today because neither do I.

No matter how big the obstacle.

"You Goliath! Obviously, you've never been knocked down before, but today's your lucky day. I'm David bitch."

I was chest to stomach cramming my neck up and glaring at the stupid jerk.

His pecks twitched in my perifial vision.

God, I wanted to lick and take a bite out of that forbidden fruit.

Fortunately, I have been trained in the arts of self-control. So my angry glare never wavered.

Nothing gave away my desire.

His jaw clenched as his eyes searched mine for any trace of weakness.

Well, you won't find any here, Pecky.

This isn't my first time dealing with assholes who thought that they could intimidate me with their size.

I wasn't about to back down now.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted as amusement and fascination filled his eyes, followed by an ear-splitting grin.

Are those f*****g dimples?

My panties are officially ruined.

He shifted his gave to coach and I was grateful because he didn't see my relief as I took a step back.

I looked at Coach as well and saw an immense amount of pride radiating from him. His face had a grin of its own and his

eyes were filled with pride.

"Well, I'll be damned, Uncle Jake. He may not have all the other traits, but he sure as hell has those big Adams balls we love swinging around.

"Welcome to the family, Tiny. I can't wait to see what that fire can do on the ice. Catch you at practice or whatever."

His gaze settled on me briefly but I didn't miss the promise written in them before he turned to go inside.

I shuddered and let out a sigh of relief before turning to my 'Dad' and giving him the 'What the f**k was that?!' look.

He just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

My back was turned away from the door, and I was too caught up in my bewilderment to notice someone come out.

Before I could ask another question, another amused voice broke through the air.

"Well, I had no hope for this s**t show at all, but after watching you take on my bull of a son, I have all confidence that this won't be a complete disaster after all bro."

I turned around to see the spitting image of Pecky -yes that was his new nickname that I'd given him.

He was leaning against the door with his arms folded and an amused look while nodding his head towards me.

It must be something in the water because, hot, damn, the men in this family make Calvin Klein models look like Frog Face.

Ribbit.

No wonder they were so worried about whether or not anyone would believe I was related or not.

From the body build to the eyes, to the hair, and finally, that million-dollar dimpled smile.

Their genes are strong as s**t.

This was not what I expected at all. Although, the more I thought about it.

He looked more like Coach except very well-groomed.

His hair wasn't pitch black like his son's was, and he was a couple of inches shorter, but his hair was the same dark brown color as his brother's with a hint of gray on the tapered sides of his neatly styled mohawk.

Fuck boy haircut for sure.

He had the exact same face except it somehow looked livelier than his brother's.

That same dimple his son had was prominent on his face as well.

He was wearing a fitted black tee that accented his muscular physique.

He also had on black jeans and black dress shoes to complete the look. He definitely didn't miss a day in the gym.

I knew coach was in shape because we worked out together often, but he never flaunted it like his brother did.

My eyes kept flicking back and forth from brother to brother.

The one who I presumed to be Liam strolled over to stand next to Coach and my jaw dropped.

They were copied and pasted.

I squinted my eyes as I put two and two together.

They both made an identical chuckle before Jake spoke up.

"Yes Mel, we're identical twins. However, I'm still not entirely convinced about the identical part. This is the thorn in my side, Liam."

That made me scoff.

Their mannerisms were even identical as Liam stretched out his hand for me to shake.

I put my hand in his and made sure I gave him a warm smile to go with our firm handshakes.

"Dad never told me he had a twin. I feel like I don't know anything about him anymore. Except that he keeps a handkerchief for a lucky lady on him at all times.

"I'm Amelia, though I guess it's Melvin now. Feel free to call me Mel. That's what the old man calls me."

That made him frown slightly.

"Well, don't call him old 'cause that'll mean that I'm old too."

He made a groaning sound with his complaint, and his brother rolled his eyes, confirming my suspicions that he was the goof of the two.

This made me smile. Even with the annoyed look on his face, I could see in his eyes that he missed his brother and the

love was clearly there as well.

"Let's get a move on before the stream of questions starts rolling out."

"We're taking the Benz truck. I feel like impressing our little stud here. Trenten never lets me take him shopping like this anymore. This is my treat. "

Liam threw his arm around my shoulder with a wide grin as we strolled to the garage.

He was acting more like my real family with each passing minute.

I could tell that I would grow to love him just as much as I love Coach.