Sunday, May 29, 2011

Chapter 8

Hope Everyone is having a great holiday weekend here in the states!! If you see one of our military personnel, make sure you say thank you for our freedom. I have a few friends serving across the seas, and I'm sure many of you do also, so let's keep them in our thoughts and prayers!!

And you never would have thought in the end how amazing it feels just to live again.
Should’ve done something, but I’ve done it enough.
By the way your hands were shaking, rather waste sometime with you.

Ch. 8

“This has to be the creepiest ass place I’ve ever been to!” I whispered as I walked between Brad and James.  What I really wanted to do was jump on James’ back so he could carry me through the old prison, but I was staying as professional as possible and only engaging in physical activity with James when we were behind closed doors.  Not that alone time was easy to come by on this trip.  The chill of the building, coupled with the old, musty smell, really put a spell on any of the visitors who walked through the abandoned halls. 
This was the first time all trip that I was filming the antics of James’ group.  I spent a majority of my time with a couple of the defensemen and the Swedish gang of Loui, Tom Wandell, Fabian Brunnstrom, and Nicklas Grossman.  My goal was to get as much of the team as possible involved with the videos.  A couple of the guys weren’t too keen on it, but many of them had a great time goofing off for the camera, including Captain Morrow.  He and Brad even pulled a few pranks on the youngsters of the team. 
We were in Philly for our day off and the Eastern State Penitentiary was part of the team scavenger hunt.  Even on the outside the place looked creepy and as soon as we walked through the doors I felt the hair on my body stand up at a tension.
“She’s gonna have bad dreams for the next couple weeks,” Brad chirped over to James who was laughing unmercifully at me as I walked in a crouched position.
“Good thing Burish has the camera for this part, otherwise all the fans would end up getting sick from her shaking camera shots,” Jamie laughed getting in on the act of picking on me.
“Shush you youngin’!” I whispered loudly.  I jumped when my echo came back to me.  What made it even worse was Burish’s phone ringing loudly at the same time.  I know for a fact I wasn’t the only person in the group that jumped at the sudden burst of noise.
“Hey, Rachel,” Adam growled into the phone.  It had to have been the 10th time today she had called and it was only 3pm.  At first I found it kind of funny, but then I realized that I wasn’t wishing ill thoughts on Adam, it was Rachel that I disliked and Adam that I felt bad for.
The bitch almost ruined my trip with the team by spreading lies about me to the front office.  She had the nerve to say that I was handing in false time records and not doing my assigned jobs (i.e. Program Selling).  She was right; I wasn’t selling programs because Jimmy needed me to taking care of the music on game nights.  Interns with specific job game duties were exempt, which if I was a normal intern in this position I would have more than enough time to sell programs.  However with my assigned duties, it was not possible for me to be two places at once.  Once Jimmy cleared it up with the intern-supervisor, I was good to go again.  But of course my work-load was upped once again because now I had to submit a full list of my team activities for the week.  Even though the supervisor said I wasn’t being punished, it sure as hell did feel like I was.  They basically wanted to keep tabs on me to make sure I wasn’t “free lancing my time.”  It just made me mad that a big stink needed to be made of things.  She was literally making things hell and I was soon going to say my piece to Adam.
“So, I want to take you to dinner tonight…” James whispered in my ear as we walked back out into the cold winter air.
“I can’t.  I have to stay back in the room and work on editing today’s activities so I can send them to Jimmy to post on the website,” I grimaced, really just wanting to spend some alone time with James.
“Fine, then we are getting take-out and I’ll sit in the room with you.  I promise to behave,” he said with a wiggle of the eyebrows.
“It’s not you that I’m worried about on the misbehavior part.  You have all that hockey discipline,” I joked as we walked up to
Broad Street
to go to the Art Museum for our next clue.
“I don’t have much discipline around you,” he chuckled.  “Especially when I have to stare at your ass in those jeans while walking up the steps in the Penitentiary,” he said in a low voice.
“James Neal!” I exclaimed, smacking him in the stomach.  “I’m shocked you have such dirty thoughts.”
“It’s your fault.”
“What?! For putting clothing on this morning?”
He paused for a moment.  “Nah, it probably would have been worse if you walked down to breakfast naked.”
“That’s what I figured,” I snickered, walking a little faster to catch up with our group.

It was weird having my girlfriend along for the road-trip.  It was almost a little awkward at times because she had to be professional and actually get work done.  My only job was to sleep, play games and relax in between.  Of course when I wanted to relax she was busy with work.  I was glad when the game in Philly was over and we were on a plane headed to Canada, away from anything that had to do with the team.
I looked down at her as she was sleeping peacefully against my shoulder, holding my hand.  As soon as we were in the taxi to the airport she was back to her affectionate way and my girlfriend again.  If she actually got a job with the organization and things work out for us, it was going to take a little getting used to the fact that there were times she had other things to worry about besides me.  She was not going to be the WAG’s that just stood by and waiting for their men to come home.  Hanna was independent and focused on getting a job that she could support herself with; something that made me very proud to be bringing her home to my family. 
“James!” my Mom yelled and waved frantically as we walked out from getting out luggage.
As I tried hard to keep a smile on my face as the heat rose up my neck from being slightly embarrassed, Hanna just giggled and said, “I can tell you didn’t get your shy-ness from your mom!  I like her already!”
I just rolled my eyes and snorted at Hanna’s comment.
Soon I was hugging my mom tightly, breathing in her familiar scent of honeysuckle that always reminded me of her.  “Hey Mom, I missed you,” I said sincerely.
“Missed you too, James,” she said in a voice that told me she was about ready to cry.  I pulled back quickly and introduced Hanna before she could make a scene.
“Mom, meet my girlfriend Hanna,” I announced as I pulled a smiling Hanna in front of me with her arm already stretched out to shake my mom’s hand.
“Look how beautiful you are!” My mom gushed, causing Hanna to blush this time.  “Hunnie, put your hand away, you get a hug!”
I just stepped back and watched the scene unfold as both women were giggling as they embraced.  After hugs and introductions were done we headed to my hometown of Whitby.  I was glad my mom let me drive because she and Hanna didn’t shut up the whole way to the house.  It was safer because my mom constantly uses her hands to talk, so I imagine we would have most likely hit something or someone if she would have been driving.
“I can’t believe it took him two weeks to actually make a move!” My mom exclaimed, causing me to smack my head with my hand.  If I would have been stopped I probably would have used the steering wheel.  “He’s always been shy around women, but was always the most sensitive out of all 3 boys.  He just needs to be shown that love can be a real thing.”
Maybe this was a bad mistake on bringing her here.  But then again, I wouldn’t trade seeing my mother for anything in the world.  She was right, I just needed to be shown that love is real.
“You kids hungry?” Mom asked as I pulled into the driveway of my parent’s home.
“Yes.” I blurted out.
“Glad to see some things never change,” Mom laughed as she got out of the Expedition.
I always love coming home and taking a deep breath when I step through the front door, the smell brings back all the memories like they happened yesterday.  I couldn’t help but grab Hanna’s hand and take her straight down to my room.
“Where are you taking me?!” she squeaked.
“My room!  I have all kinds of things to show you,” I said excitedly.  If I knew Hanna as much as I thought I knew her in the last few weeks, I figured she would appreciate checking out all my old trophies and photos.
“Oh my God!  Your mom hasn’t changed your room since you’ve gone pro, has she?” she asked, clapping her hand over her mouth as she inspected my trophies and posters around the room.
“Nope,” I said as I plopped down on my bed to relax as I watched her take it all in.
“Look how cute you and your brothers look!” she squeaked as her eye caught the picture of me, Michael and Peter on the ice together when we were in PeeWee.  “It’s like a shrine of you,” she turned around with a big smile on her face.  “I’m pretty sure you came home here just so that you could get your ‘I’m James Neal, the greatest hockey player that has ever lived!’  Wouldn’t want you to lose that swagger after not scoring on this away trip,” she teased, turning back towards my pictures.  I didn’t say anything, I just left her babble as I was enjoyed her reactions.  “Lookin’ pretty smokin’ here in your prom picture, Nealer.  Definitely the ladies man.  What was her name?”
“Kari,” I said evenly, trying not to break the spell.  “She was my neighbor growing up, not even my girlfriend.”
“Pretty girl.”
“She’s with my best buddy, Boll.”
“Boll, as in Jared Boll?”
“Yup.  I hooked them up.”
“Cool,” she said as she fingered my gold medal from the Under20 Championship.  “I remember watching this game with a couple of my friends and family, I didn’t remember that you were on the team,” she reminisced.
“I had no points and got put in the penalty box a couple times for stupid things,” I said with a silly smile.  “But I earned that medal just as much as the next guy.”
“Definitely would never pick on you about not getting any points.  What an honor to be selected by your country,” she said thoughtfully as she looked up at the team picture.
I couldn’t stand watching her any longer; it hit me suddenly that I needed to be near her.  I got up quietly from the bed, walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.  She leaned her head back against my shoulder and sighed.  “Was there ever a time where your life wasn’t about hockey?” she asked quietly.
I took in a deep breath and sighed, “Yeah. Right now.”
She looked up at me with her milk chocolate eyes and blinked a few times.
“I think I’m falling for you, Hanna,” I said evenly as I stared into her eyes.  “I know I probably sound stupid saying that I ‘think’ but I’ve honestly never been in love before.  However, I’m thinking that if there is such a thing, this could be it.”
“That was a very honest answer,” she said with a smile.  “I don’t use the word lightly, and obviously you don’t either.”
“No, no I don’t because frankly, I haven’t really believed it was possible until now.”
She turned around in my arms to face me, never breaking eye contact. “I’m falling for you too, James,” she said in a barely audible whisper as she caressed my cheek, lightly with her hand.  I felt like I was standing in another universe as the realization of the words we just exchanged hit me.  I let my arms slide down her back and rested them low on her waist, pulling her firmly against me as I kissed her gently.  After 2-3 easy kisses they became harder and needier.  Soon she was wrapped around me, moaning into my mouth as I pressed her against the wall of the bedroom.
Without hesitation, I ran my hands up under the layers that kept me from getting to her breasts.  When my hands swept over her heavy breasts, she left out a little cry of pleasure.  A moment later I found myself leaving out a similar noise as I felt her hand slide down the front of my jeans, applying pressure to my now hardened length.
“Don’t start what you can’t finish, Neal,” she warned. 
I looked over at the clock on my table and saw it would at least be another 20 minutes until my dad got home from work.  “Can you promise to be quiet this time?” I whispered as I turned back around to face her.
She bit her lip and nodded her head feverishly.  A second later I was running over to my bedroom door locking it and stripping down as I did.  When I turned back around I found her lying already naked on my bed with her dark hair sprawled out like a halo around her head.  I couldn’t help but groan as pulled her down and off the bed, making sure my squeaky bed springs wouldn’t give things away.  I’m fucking 23 years old and here I am basically sneaking around to have sex with my girlfriend.  How pathetic.
Once she was situated on the floor with pillows and a blanket under her, I pressed between her legs and slid my thick length into her.  It had been a couple days since we had sex because there hadn’t been much time on the road trip, so I couldn’t help but leave out a silent moan as my eyes rolled back in my head when I felt her welcoming warmth.  “You feel like home,” I murmured into her ear and I thrusted deep into her, setting a pace to be reckoned with.  Every time I bottomed out in her she left out little gasps of pleasure and I could feel her fingers press harder in my back with each hit.
“Kiss me or I’m going to give us away,” she moaned, pawing at me to turn my head so that she could have my lips.
I couldn’t help but smile as I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her pussy tighten around my dick, pulling me over the edge with her.  I pumped deep into her, making sure all of me poured into her as I parted lips and whispered, “You are amazing Hanna Richards.”
“You are tooooo,” she drew out as quietly as she could as another convulsion seemed to rip through her.

Definitely felt a little awkward walking upstairs to meet his father after just having a down and dirty sex session on his bedroom floor.  I’m glad we had it though because I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.  The last couple days had been torture from being around him and not really being able to show him much affection when all I wanted to do was be glued to his dick.
“Glad to see my son isn’t gay,” his dad joked as he shook my hand.
I couldn’t help but chirp back, “My sex-change doctors did a great job on my surgery didn’t they?”
His dad stood there for a couple long ass seconds before busting up laughing and clapping me on the shoulder.  “Oh Hanna, you are gonna fit in here just right!”
Dinner was full of stories about James when he was younger and me talking about my life in PEI and college.  I was glad to see that both of our families seemed so much alike, making me feel even more comfortable with the fact that I was with a man that was brought up with the same values as I was. 
After dinner James decided that he wanted to take a ride into town on the snowmobile.
“I don’t have a snowsuit,” I informed him as he began bouncing around the house finding all of his own gear.
“I’m sure mom has extra stuff around here,” he yelled loud enough for his mom to hear.
“Oh, yes dear! Come upstairs and I will give you one of the suits the boys grew out of,” she said as she took my hand.  I stood at the top of the attic steps as she pulled out a couple suits.  She finally held one up that looked like it fit.  “This looks like it might be a match,” she said cheerfully.  “This was James’ when he was in Jr. High.”
I giggled as I took it, finding it a little sad how short I was compared to him.  Before I turned to walk down the steps his mom put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Hanna, I just wanted to say something to you.”
“Yes?” I asked, a little nervous she was going to say that I was a wicked witch that didn’t belong to her son.
“I’m so glad he’s found you.  He sounds happy every time I call him now and seeing you two together proves that he is the happiest he has ever been.  Don’t let him push you away.  Just put your foot down if you need to, sometimes he needs a good kick in the ass,” she said quietly with a smile.
“I might break my foot if I kick him,” I joked.
We ended up laughing all the way down the stairs to find James already waiting for me in his suit.
“I’m roasting down here while you two talk about me?!  Let’s get a move on, ladies!” he protested.
Soon I found myself sitting in front of him on the snowmobile as he took me into town.  The weather in Dallas had spoiled me because I could have sworn it felt like hell had frozen over by the time we stopped at a little bar with other snowmobiles lined up outside.
We walked into the dimly lit bar and I found that my snowsuit was not out of place amongst the other visitors.  We took a corner booth, James sitting on the same side, right next to me.  I couldn’t help but smile over at him.
“This is nice,” I said as he took my hands into mine, trying to warm them.
“The bar or you and me?” he asked with a silly grin.
“Both, but mainly you and me being able to be a real couple; it’s definitely like living in a fish bowl in Dallas.”
He left out a snort.
“Loui said basically the same thing.  He said it would be good for us to have a little time away from everything, to get out of the fish bowl.”
“Well I’m glad we have gotten away…”
“I can’t wait until summer,” he said with a sly smile.
“Cause you are going to look good at the lake in a bikini,” he grinned.
And his dad thought he was gay.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Chapter 7

A/N: @Mimi - I am able to promise 3 chapters because I had already started this story a while ago... I have about 12 chapters done... so after that, it might not be that close together because I'm still in the process of writing it. hehe. But yea, I hear ya... sometimes it's tough to keep writing the chapters and banging them out like a parts machine. :o)
Lovin' the comments ladies... I tried looking for some shirt-less pics of Neal, however it seems none are available... seen a few of him in tight stuff that gives a fairly good idea, so that's what I'm sticking to. haha.

Alright... putting on the warning label. Adult Content.

Come on closer
I wanna show you
What I'd like to do
You sit back now
Just relax now
I'll take care of you

Ch. 7

“Hello?” she answered in a sleepy voice that made me smile.  I was going to wait and just see her in the morning, but I couldn’t do it.  The one thing I kept dreaming about on the plane ride home was having her in my arms, so I needed to make it a reality.  This past week was filled with a lot of question and answer phone conversations, learning about one another.  Brad even yelled at me one night because I wouldn’t stop asking questions about her.
“Why don’t you save these questions for her when we get back home?  If you know everything about her, you won’t have a damn thing to talk about,” he laughed as he threw a pee at me.  “For someone who didn’t want anything to do with her a week ago, the tune has sure changed since you spent the night with her,” he teased.
“You’re right.  I need to back off…” I said as I put my fork down and ran my hands through my hair.
“You don’t need to back off, Nealer.  Just take it a day at a time,” Loui said, throwing in his 2-cents.  “She’s not going anywhere anytime soon.  Like I said, I think you have the right idea about taking her to Whitby for a day to meet the family, definitely nothing wrong with it.  Take your time; get to know her without feeling the need you need to move in with her tomorrow when you get home.”
“I was hoping to see her when I got home…” I mumbled more to myself but loud enough for my two friends to here.
“There is nothing wrong with seeing her when you get home.  Sex and moving in are two different things,” Loui said with a wink.
“Aah! Don’t talk about my cousin and sex in the same sentence please!  I remember her in diapers!” Brad freaked as he dramatically covered his ears with his hands.
Loui and I busted up laughing and each threw a pea off our own plates at him.
Now I was leaving the airport and hoping to at least see her long enough to give her a kiss.  “Hey Hanna.”
“You are a lucky man that tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t need to be at the rink,” she said with a groggy whine.
“Can you make me even luckier by unlocking your door for me?” I asked sweetly.
“Hmmm,” she breathed into the phone.  “Where are you?”
“20 minutes out.”
“Just let yourself in and lock the door behind you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Even if I wasn’t, I’m too tired and delirious to say otherwise,” she giggled into the phone.  “Be careful to not steal all my blankets when you crawl in; I just might have to kick you out then.”
“See you soon.”
I was ramped up when I walked into the house to find it quiet.  The only noise was the tick-tock of the clock in her living room.  I laid my jacket over her couch like I had done almost a week ago and then carried my overnight bag up the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible.  I walked into her room that was dimly lit by the night-light in her bathroom to find her laying on top of the blankets wrapped in what looked to be a short, silky wrap with her back facing me.  I stripped down to just my boxers and carefully crawled across the bed to spoon behind her.  I gently kissed her ear and whispered, “I’ve missed you.”  I jumped a bit when her hand grabbed mine that was resting on the small of her hip.
“Show me,” she whispered as she rolled onto her back, revealing that her silk robe was not tied in the front as she split open to display her nakedness.  Her eyes were heavy with sleep and desire as moved my hand up to her stomach and pushed apart her robe even farther.  I couldn’t help but devour her with my eyes for a moment, reminding myself that she was real and that this was the woman who was going to change my track record of failed relationships. 
If this would have been a normal night with one of my past girlfriends I had in the past, I would have just come home and slid into bed, telling them that I was too tired because the long road trip had taken the energy out of me.  Hockey was my excuse for everything.  I had explained this to Hanna during one of our phone conversations this past week and she promised to make sure we began this relationship with good habits.  Of course she made fun of me a bit for only being 23 and making excuses a man in his 50’s would make when he couldn’t get it up.  She also told me that she was surprised because the few times we had sex, I really seemed to enjoy it and that I was very good at making sure both of us finished satisfied.  I told her that was because I actually had a partner that I cared about.  She just laughed at this telling me not to bullshit her, but I had meant the words with all my heart.  She was not the girlfriend that cared about me only for my status.  She was not the girlfriend that had the personality of a brick.  This was a woman who I could actually see myself settling down with.  Don’t get carried away yet.  But then again, how the hell can’t I when she’s laying here purring my name and making me fall in love with her every time she says something.  Tonight no excuses would be made as I leaned down over her and captured her lips in mine while my fingers wandered across her smooth skin.

I wanted him to realize that when he was away from the rink I demanded his full attention.  I was going to show him that there was life away from hockey and that he could revel in both.  I was exhausted when he called but as soon as we hung up I found that my body was betraying me as I reached down between my legs and felt the moisture that was already present with just the thought of him crawling into my bed.  I knew what I needed to do.  I dug in my drawer and pulled out the silky short-wrap thing my best friend Angie had made me buy on impulse the other summer to spice up my sex life with my boyfriend at the time.  I never wore it because it turned out nothing was going to spice up our sex life when he was getting laid by my best guy friend. Eeewie.
It took all I had not to roll over the moment I heard him enter the room.  I had ideas of meeting him downstairs when he got here or walking out of the bathroom with the robe open, but I decided it was just best to pretend I was sleeping.  Goosebumps played across my flesh when he placed his hand on my hip and whispered in my ear.
Show me. Show me he did.  He began with leaving paths on my skin from his kisses and I couldn’t help but cry out as he nudged my legs apart with his hands so that he could run his tongue on the inside the sensitive part of my thigh.  “Oh yessss...” I hissed as he swirled his tongue around my folds with painstakingly slow strokes.  I watched through half covered eyes as he repositioned himself down between my legs.  The moonlight the crept into my room illuminated his muscular back as he moved, causing me to haphazardly drool.  Thank goodness he is involved with more important things.  “Is that day old facial hair?” I asked as I sucked in a sharp breath when his chin grazed my leg.
“More like 4 day old,” he mumbled, causing me to laugh and basically slammed my legs shut on his head.  Thankfully he anticipated my reaction and quickly wrapped his arms around my legs so that I wouldn’t be able to move.  Without any more words he went to his full-time job and began using his tongue and fingers in ways I didn’t know were legal.  I grabbed onto his hair and hung on for the ride as I came twice to his charms.  After my second orgasm I felt his tongue graze over my now over-stimulated folds.
I pulled up on his hair, garnering eye contact as he rested his chin on my mound, looking like a sexy mess with his hair all over and 4 day old facial scrub that barely covered his chin.  “Yes, Hanna?”
“No more,” I breathed out.  “I can’t take anymore of that right now.  You are too good and I am completely unraveled at the moment.”
He chuckled as he did a push up and crawled up over top of me.  “How about this?” he whispered in a sexy voice as he slid his hardened length inside of me.
“As long as you don’t expect me to do much,” I murmured while enjoying the feel of him inside of me again.
He just gave me a cocky smile and threw my legs up on his shoulders as he began fucking me senseless and building me up to what would become another orgasm.
This guy is way too good for his own good.  I saw bright lights as he shot his warm goodness deep into me, moaning out my name in low tones that sounded terribly sexy.
When he finished, I just left my jello feeling legs slide down his shoulders and hit the bed with a thump.  “How did I find you single?” I mumbled almost incoherently as I laid my arm above my head on the pillow.
“What do you mean?”
“You are a sexual master and yet you were single.  I’m not quite sure how someone could leave you.  Even if you decided to kick me to the curb I’d have to handcuff myself to your bedpost and just beg for sex.”
He laughed quietly as he laid down beside me, propping himself up on an elbow.  “First of all I never felt the need to pleasure those other women like I feel I need to when I’m with you.  Second, I didn’t lo-l-like them the way I like you,” he said with a sheepish smile that turned to a big grin, “But please, feel free to handcuff yourself to my bed and beg…”
My breath caught when he began to say the “L” word but I was able to breathe a little easier when it came out as “like.”  I was falling hard for him, but I knew we should be nowhere near the word I believed was a serious word that shouldn’t be thrown around easily.  I swatted at him for the last part as I pushed myself up on my elbow so that I could reach his lips.  I stopped centimeters from his lips when I said, “With how horny you seem to be, I don’t think I’ll have to beg much.”
He nodded as I giggled at him blushing.
“Welcome back from you trip babe, it’s time for sleep,” I cooed.  I then ran my tongue across his lips before he crushed me back onto my bed and pillow, kissing me sweetly.

I can’t believe I almost blurted out that I loved her.  You idiot.  Don’t ruin this!  But then again I am falling for her very quickly.  Now, however, was not the time to be professing the four letter word that I do not use lightly.  Hell, I never used the word, which was basically the main cause for my failed relationships.  Even though I would never compare this relationship to any of my previous ones, I still was not going to just use it for the sake of using it.
Once again I awoke with her curled up against me.  I was not usually one to sleep in close quarters, but for some reason I refused to move to a place on the bed where she wasn’t at least touching me in some way.  I was glad that she seemed content to be held all night because I don’t think I would have been able to sleep otherwise.
“So I have a question for you,” I asked quietly as I ran her soft hair through my fingers.  She was half laying on me as we had the sheets wrapping tightly around us.
“Yeah?” she answered.
“Would you be interested in coming to Whitby for a day before you head up to PEI after Philly?  I would like to stop at home and see my rents and surprise them.”
I could feel her lips curl up against my skin.  “Yeah, I’d like that,” she said with no hesitation, “Under one condition though…”
“That condition would be?”
“You have to come to PEI with me,” she instructed as she lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest.
“We would need to be home by Wednesday even because we have a home game Thursday night,” I informed her.
“That would be fine.  I just wanted to be able to hug my momma.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at her, thinking about how much she sounded like a homesick child.  “Okay, sounds like a plan; now the next item on my agenda.”
“Next item?” she asked, raising a curious eyebrow that I couldn’t help tracing with my thumb.
“So can I call you my girlfriend?”
She giggled shyly, causing my body to move with hers.  Her brown eyes had that distinctive sparkle shining in them.  “You can, but we kind of need to keep it a little on the down low.”
“What do you mean?” I asked slightly confused.
I talked to the GM the other day who said that even though they don’t have rules about interns dating the players; he warned not to flaunt it around because they wouldn’t want ‘anything getting in the way,’” she air quoted the last part.  “Already I had one of the interns accusing me of sleeping with Burish to get higher in the internship,” she grumbled.
“I don’t want to put your career in jeopardy,” I frowned.
“I appreciate that,” she said softly as she leaned in and kissed me gently, pulling back before I could get my fingers threaded into her hair.  “I know most of the guys know about us, but we should just make a conscious effort to not be all over each other at team functions and public events.”
“I’m not that much of a public affection guy anyway…” I said truthfully.
“I like holding hands.”
“Well I think we can do that,” I said as I pulled her back against my lips again before she could protest.

“You two wanna come to the Cowboys/Eagles game this evening?” Burish asked on the other end of the phone.  “It’s a 4pm start-time so I figured we could meet up for a late lunch and then go to the game.  Richie and Otter are on board and I am bringing a chick along.”
I looked over at Hanna who was feeding her face with some eggs and bobbing her head up and down.  “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.  We’ll meet you at Charlie’s Grill. See ya, Burr.”  I threw the cell phone on the table and flopped back down onto the couch, opening my mouth for a bite of Hanna’s scrambled eggs.
“It will be weird watching a football game where I won’t be freezing my ass off in the middle of January,” she mused as she fed me a fork full.
“Have you been to a lot of football games?” I asked as I chewed my food, gaining a furrowed eye-brow look.
“Oh yeah, tailgated like idiots for the Colorado State games and even went to a couple Bronco’s games, although I can’t say I have a favorite NFL team.  I could probably borrow a Tampa Bay jersey from Brad,” she said thoughtfully.
“Um no, we will have to pick you up a Dallas jersey because if you are caught in a Buc’s jersey tonight it won’t be pretty,” I informed her.

We walked into Charlie’s Grill all “Cowboy’d up” in our blue and white, fitting in with a bunch of the other pre-gaming fans.
“I let you out of my sight for 5 minutes and you return in Cowboy’s colors!” Brad whined as he opened his arms to show off his Buc’s black and maroon.
“I’m just trying to keep her safe,” James said as he fist bumped the boys.
“I soo would have went in Tampa Bay colors,” I informed Brad as I hugged him, already feeling like I was apart of some big cult in the Cowboys colors.
Brad held up his hand to my face and said, “See what happens when you get a boyfriend? You just forget to talk to you cousin about decisions you need to make.”
I laughed as I shook my head and swatted at him.  We were having a fake slap fight when we heard a boisterous voice behind us.
“Hey boysss!” Adam loudly yelled as he walked over to us with a familiar bitchy blonde on his arm.  It took all I had not to scowl when I saw her prissy little face smiling evilly at me.  “This is Rachel!  She’s one of the interns,” he said with a broad smile, obviously oblivious to how much of a witch she was.
“Oh hey, Hanna!” she said sweetly as she walked over and pulled me into a hug.
I threw on a fake smile and said, “Rachel, surprised to see you using my so-called terrible methods to get ahead,” I said quietly through my teeth.
“Believe me hunnie, I have this down to a science.  My daddy didn’t pay for my boob job for nothing,” she said snidely.
I wanted to vomit.  I was looking forward to a fun day out with the boys, but now I was going to have to watch my step because I figured if she could find anything to use against me, she would.
James noticed my change of attitude instantly.  “What’s wrong, Hanna?” he asked as we walked over to the salad bar together.
“You know that whole no public affection thing?”
“But the guys know…”
“Yeah, but Rachel doesn’t need to.  She is the one who was bullying me the other day and the sick part is that she is just using Adam.  Not that dating him will get her out of selling programs,” I growled quietly.
“Adam’s a big boy, he’ll figure it out.  As for me and you, we will just act our normal selves.  I’m not worried about stupid cunts like her.”
I covered his mouth with my hand, “That is one nasty ass word, Neal.”
“Even for someone like her?” he asked, still muffled by my hand.
I lowered my hand, turned back towards the salad bar and began putting lettuce on my plate as I made him wait for my answer.  “Nah, probably a good word for a biotch like her,” I smiled to myself, not even daring to make eye contact with James, knowing I’d lose it in laughter like he was doing as soon as the words were out of my mouth.
“You are an evil woman.  You should have come with a warning label,” he picked, giggling like a school girl.
“Never a dull moment with me, buddy,” I turned to him with a wink.
“Never a dull moment,” he echoed.

Wow, Rachel was a world class whore.  No two ways around it, she was a whore.  I’m pretty sure Adam only saw 15 minutes of the 1st quarter.  The rest of the football game they had tongues down each others throat and by the 3rd quarter they were leaving.  Not that I am complaining.  Finally I don’t have to act like I’m doing something wrong by being in a relationship with Hanna.
“Guess they aren’t coming back…” Otter grumbled as he rolled his eyes.
I leaned back and put on my moves by doing the “exaggerated arm draping” across Hanna’s shoulders.  “I can finally relax,” I announced as Hanna sat forward in her seat trying to get away from my arm.
“Eeewie, don’t think you can put your arm around me!” she squeaked with a playful smile.
“Don’t make me sit between you two!  I’ve seen enough disgusting things today,” Brad declared.
“I have to agree with you there, Cuz,” Hanna said as she leaned back in her seat and into my side comfortably.  “I told you she was bad news.”
“I wouldn’t mind having something like her for a good anger fuck after a bad game, but that would only be because she is definitely one of those chicks you could kick to the curb and not feel bad afterwards because she deserved it,” Steve said.
I felt Hanna flinch a bit at his brutal honesty and I guess Brad did too because he instantly stood up for our friend.  “Hanna, believe me, Steve does not treat women like that but I have to say in this profession you find the women out there who are just a disgrace to your kind…”
“Shit Hanna, I would never do anything to hurt a woman,” Steve defended himself with a sorrowful smile.  “You can ask these guys, I’m probably one of the biggest saps when it comes to women.”
“I know you are with me,” she said, giving him a reassuring smile.
“That because he knows I’d kick his ass,” I piped up as I puffed out my chest.
“Oh please,” Hanna said before anyone else could knock me down a few pegs.  “Otter would kill you,” she informed me as she stretched up and kissed me on the cheek while patting my head.  I could feel the heat rising up my neck as the guys busted up laughing.
“She’s got you figured out, Nealer.  You are finished,” someone chirped.  Don’t I know it.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Chapter 6

A/N: Sorry for missing a day... some of you already know that I work like it's my job, meaning I have 1 full-time gig at as a unit clerk at a hospital and then have 3 part-time gigs as an EMT, plus we can't forget my volunteer gig as a firefighter... oh and a house wife. HAHA. Love it. But sometimes it takes a toll.  Yesterday I had a day off and finally just completely vegged and damn did it feel good. So needless to say, no chapter posted yesterday. So to make up for it... I'm going to post a chapter for the next 3 days... so check back each morning! Hello to my new followers, glad to have you aboard and I look forward to hearing from you!! I find it funny that my regular commenters are already waiting for the drama to happen... You really don't think I can write a drama free story, do you?! I'm appalled. haha. NOT. Flattered that you know my style... ah yes, just hang in there this is gonna be a good ride, I hope!

My oh my, you're so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I've not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I'm not looking?

I wanna know

Ch. 6

“So I thought someone said you were going to be traveling along with us to do some video work?” I asked her as she sat cross-legged on my bed, supervising my packing for the away trip I was leaving for in a few hours.
“Probably the next one because you guys are headed out to the east coast so I will be able to get a short flight up to PEI after the Philly game to say hi to my parents since there will be a couple days before the next game which is here in Dallas.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing once again that I was still out of the loop when it came to her life, even if it was something as simple as her visiting with her family.  And since it’s a short trip from Boston to Philly, they said you guys will probably be doing some off-day sightseeing somewhere which will be great to get some silly action shots.  Adam has already volunteered to tape some silly footage for me to compile of this road trip.”
I stopped folding my shirts and looked up at her.  “You do know what ‘silly footage’ means, correct?” I asked as I air quoted the words.
“Things that make people laugh?” She asked innocently.
“Pranks.” I simply stated in a serious voice that almost came out harsh to get my point across.  “Did you never see Adam and Patrick Sharp’s prank video’s from the Blackhawks?  The man is a menace.”
An evil smile crept across her face, “Even better,” she proclaimed.  “Aren’t you his roommate?”
“I am,” I said as I went back to packing my suitcase.
“Well then I’m sure you can get in on the act,” she said wistfully as she flopped backwards onto the bed.
“You are trouble, Hanna,” I said, throwing a pair of my rolled up socks at her head.
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet,” she giggled as the balled up socks came flying back at me.  I batted them into my suitcase and then jumped onto the bed, straddling myself above her as she squeaked in surprise.
“You could always give me a taste before I leave for my roadtrip,” I growled heavily into her ear, causing her to squeak even louder.  I dropped my body on top of hers, effectively pinning her to the bed as I began nibbling at her ear and down her neck, smiling to myself as I noted the fading hickey on the side of her neck that I had left there on Sunday night.  Soon her squeals of silliness faded to a faint mewing sound and instead of trying to push me away, I felt her hands clawing at my shirt as I met her lips and probed her mouth with my tongue.  I sighed when I felt her hands in my hair and became instantly hard, pressing my erection against her thigh.
“What time do you need to leave?” she asked, breaking our kiss to look at my bedside clock.
“2 hours, enough time to make you come at least twice and get a shower with you,” I informed her as I began lifting up her shirt.  “Just remember, your cousin is upstairs, so keep your yelling to a minimum, I don’t need him kicking me out to the curb.”
She giggled, placing her finger over her mouth as a promise to be quiet and arched her back, pushing her plump breasts towards me so that I could pull her shirt off with more ease.  I sat up, still straddling her, set my suitcase on the floor and then pulled off my t-shirt to her spouting out “oo’s and ah’s.”
“Shush,” I growled playfully to her when I leaned back down to her.
“But I can’t get over how sexy you are,” she breathed, lightly running her hands over my skin.
“It’s all apart of the profession…”
“Don’t be so modest and kiss me,” she whined, pulling me back down against her naked chest.  We quickly shimmied out of our pants and soon we were rolling around naked on my bed.  After a little found myself lying underneath her with her thick hair surrounding me as she slid herself down over my dick.  How did I go for so long without having sex?  Probably because I was waiting for a woman like her.
“Fuck, Hanna, you are so hot,” I groaned as she set a rigorous pace.  I couldn’t help but thrust up when she pushed herself down over me; I just wanted to be deep inside of her as much as possible.
“Yes, please don’t stop that,” she whimpered and dug her nails into my shoulders.
Don’t worry, I can’t because I’m about to lose it all together.  And lose it I did only after a few more thrusts as I felt her pussy clamp around my dick.  She latched her lips to mine to muffle the sounds of us hitting our orgasms together.  As soon as we both stopped shaking I sat up and carried her into the shower, still inside of her, causing me to become semi-hard again with the movement.
“Ready to go again?” she grinned as she noticed.  I pulled her off of me and set her down on her feet as I started the water.
“I’m pretty sure I could go on forever with you,” I laughed ironically because I was never this turned on by any other woman I had been with in the past, even the one’s I thought I as in love with.  I was pulled from my thoughts as I felt her finger trace something on my shoulder.
“Oops,” she giggled.
I looked over and saw the red lines her nails had left.  “Well I guess it’s just pay back for this,” I shrugged as I traced the mark on her neck.
We just smiled at each other for a moment and then stepped into the warm shower, allowing it to lubricate each other and I went to work on giving her the second orgasm I promised her.  I also worked on giving myself some memories I planned on thinking about for the next week.

“What is your favorite color?” he asked sleepily into the phone as we played our nightly game of 20 questions.  He would be home in two days and I couldn’t believe how I missed someone I barely knew.
“Hmm…that’s a tough-y because I just love colorful things,” I said as I lay on my couch, twirling a piece of my hair.
“Pick one,” he basically whined into the phone.
“Um, olive green,” I blurted out.
“You look sexy in olive green,” he growled into the phone, reminding me that I had worn that same color the first night we met.  “It makes your eyes sparkle.”
“So you were paying attention to me that first night,” I remarked as I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.
“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you,” he simply stated.  “I realized I had to be more careful when you caught me that one time.”
I giggled, “Yeah, I remember I caught you and it so totally gave me butterflies,” I said, never once thinking that our conversations probably sounded totally corny right now.  It was like we were two love struck teenagers; it was a shiny new toy that we couldn’t stop gushing over.
“Stop the phone sex!” I heard Adam yell, most likely barging into the room in an oaf like manner.
“Guess I should go,” James mumbled quietly into the phone.  “We do have to be up early for practice in the morning.”
“Okay, sleep well and I’ll talk to you tomorrow afternoon at some point.  I’ll be busy compiling some of the funny stuff Adam has already sent me, so I’ll be waiting for a break.”
“Sounds good, night Hanna.”
“Night, James,” I said with a smile before hitting the ‘end’ button on my phone.  I dropped it onto my coffee table and relaxed back with a Cheshire cat grin that nothing could wipe away.

I spent most of my days at the arena while they were away, working on my little side projects that Jimmy had set aside for me as he traveled with the team.  I enjoyed the fact that I basically had my own office upstairs in the arena, by the sound and lighting booths.  I would turn up the music in my office and let my creative juices flow.  I was editing some video footage that Adam had sent me and cracking up as Adam interviewed some of the players about how the road trip was going and caught some funny footage of the guys playing Wii.  I couldn’t help my wrap my arms around my stomach as I lost it watching James play Mario Kart while wearing this teddy-bear winter hat.  It was definitely some a kid would wear.
Adam: “Nealer, tell our fans the story behind this hat of yours…”
James: He looks over at Adam, shoots him some goofy look and goes back to focusing on his Mario Kart race that he is involved with Benn and Otter.  “It was given to me by my niece a couple years ago.”
Adam: “Are you sure you didn’t just steal it from your niece?” He asks as he turns the camera towards himself and gives a wink.
James: Of course he is still staring at the video game and making inane faces as I assume he is hitting things because Otter is laughing his ass off in the background.  “Nope, it was a present she gave me the night I played my first NHL game and got my first goal.  I make sure it’s packed for when we head up north on road trips to keep me warm.”
Adam: Turns the camera back towards him and says, “Well I’m glad he has something to keep him warm on the road trips, otherwise I’d be afraid he might ask me to cuddle with him since he is my roommate on the road.  At least he has the goofy hat to keep him warm.”
Otter: “I think Brad needs a hat like that!  He hasn’t stopped whining about being cold since we got up here to Calgary…”
Brad: “I heard that!” Brad’s hand comes out nowhere and I see it smack the back of Otter’s head.  Next thing that comes into view is Steve throwing down his controller yelling something about Brad getting what he has deserved and bodies dive over the back of the couch and the camera blacks out.
Oh boy.

“So you are dating Brad’s cousin?” Otter slyly brings up the subject as we were lacing up for morning practice in Calgary.
“I’m shocked it’s taken you this long to say anything,” I remarked with a smirk.
“It’s about time he got his head out of his ass,” Loui chirped from the other side of Otter.  “I think she’s had it bad for him since she got to Dallas.”
“Yeah, she was getting pretty frustrated with your cold shoulder act,” Brad agreed with Loui.  “But from the noises I heard in my house Tuesday afternoon, I’m thinking you’re keeping her pretty warm.”
I instantly felt myself blushing.  “Seriously?!” I groaned, looking back down as I taped up my skates.
“Dude, it’s definitely more embarrassing for me to hear that shit considering she is my family…”
“No, I meant seriously do you have to announce it to the locker room?”
Brad just snorted and said, “You know no one’s relationship is off limits in here, buddy.”
I just shook my head, honestly not as annoyed as I was acting.  “So she said something about heading up to PEI after we play Philly…” I said to Brad.
“Yeah, she wanted to pick up a few things and see the family for a couple days.”
“Do you think it would be too soon for me to ask her fly to Whitby with me so that she can meet my rents and then she can head to PEI after that?”
“Whoa!” Loui piped up before Brad could answer me.  “The tables have completely turned for you.  Guess you really must be serious about her.”
“I would just like to show her where I’m from,” I defended.  “Not like I’m going to ask her to marry me…”
“She would probably appreciate that,” Brad cut-in, ignoring the banter between Loui and me.  “Probably good for the two of you to get out of the hockey fishbowl for a couple days and get to know each other away from the crowd here,” he finished, sending a warning glare at Loui.
I just nodded as Loui piped up, “Seriously James, I might bust your balls, but Brad is right, getting out of the fishbowl with your woman helps with that whole balance thing we talked about the other night.”
I just smiled at my friends as I thanked them for the advice.

The internship was moving along quite nicely.  I did feel a little out of place with most of the interns when we would have group meetings.  I quickly found that I had a lot more responsibility than most of the group; to the point that I actually kept some things to myself when we talked about what projects we were involved in.  The front office knew what I was up to, since Jimmy kept them informed, but I didn’t think it was necessary for the others to catch wind that I was being groomed for a permanent position.  It was already awkward enough to explain why I would be traveling with the team on their next road trip.
“Must be nice to have family on the team?” Trevor, one of the marketing interns said snidely as we wrote down our weekly goals.
“It’s nice to see my cousin everyday,” I said politely, trying to ignore his rudeness.
“You are one of the first interns to go on the road with the team.  You can’t tell me that having your cousin on the team doesn’t get your special perks,” he grumbled loud enough to get the others at our table to look over at me. 
Before I could explain, Rachel, one of the prissy PR girls piped up, “Probably helps when you are fucking Burish…”
“Whoa,” I said, holding up my hands as I became completely floored.  “You all don’t know what you are talking about.  I am not having relations with Burish except for the fact that he is a friend of mine.  I am not the only intern to go on road trips.  Jason and Kerry, the equipment and physical training interns travel with the team; hence why they are not here for our little get together.  Plus, it just so happens Jimmy and I have a lot of projects we are working on so I’m going along to help oversee them.  It’s all apart of my internship and it has nothing to do with who is my family or if I’m having relations with someone,” I hissed back at the two nosey pricks and to the rest of the table just in case they also felt the need to trash me.
“Your point has been made, but know that interns who sleep with the players always end up dumped and on the outside looking in.  You won’t be finding me sleeping my way to the top,” the Rachel smirked as she got up from the table and walked away with her blonde hair swinging back and forth as she moved like she had something long shoved up her ass.
I gathered up my paperwork, shoved it in my bag and walked out the opposite way of the room making sure no one saw the tears that were threatening to well up in my eyes.  I expected some backlash of some sort for being Brad’s cousin; especially after the extra introduction I received and the cat calls from the guys, but I didn’t prepare myself enough for the jealous bitches.  Grow some skin, Hanna.  You know that you aren’t sleeping your way to the top and that everything you have acquired with this internship has come earned honestly.  I just hoped that my peer reviews didn’t squash all that honesty.
I was walking down the hall with my head down, swiping away some of the tears that had accidentally escaped when I ran into a man.  “I’m sorry,” I’m mumbled as I went to side step him.
“Hanna Richards?”
I stopped and looked up to find Stars GM Joe Nieuwendyk looking at me concerned.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Nieuwendyk.  I wasn’t paying attention,” I rushed as I quickly wiped at my face again hoping he couldn’t see I was upset.
“Rough day?” he asked with a friendly smile.
I couldn’t help but leave out a small laugh.  “Yeah, guess you could say that.”
“I was in the conference room, sitting in the back corner watching how the interns were interacting with each other.  I couldn’t help but notice your table.”
I sighed as I dropped my heavy bag off my shoulder and onto the floor, staging myself to explain.  “I’m sorry about that, but…”
He held up his hand stopping me.  “Hanna, Jimmy has spoken to me about you several times already.  You’ve only been here two weeks and already you have made yourself a force to be reckoned with.  You’re ideas have been sensational so far and I’m excited to see what you come up with the videos.  Keep proving yourself worthy around here and you’ll be seeing a job offer come the end of April.  Don’t let the smart ass kids get under your skin; you have a job to do, so just keep focused on that.  As for hanging out with the players,” he started slowly.  Shit, here it comes.  “We don’t have dating rules but if you have something going on with one of them, I’d keep it secret as much as possible.  I know that it is hard to do but we don’t want it interfering with your future.  Okay?” he finished with a smile that warned me if I didn’t plan my steps I might be walking out the door in April without a job offer sheet, effectively giving up everything I’ve worked hard for over the past 4 years in college.
“I understand, Mr. Nieuwendyk.  Thank you very much for the kind words and advice,” I said with an actress smile, as I felt my stomach drop to the floor.  This is your shot, don’t fuck up.