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From Atlanta to Chicago

Huzzah

I resisted the urge to beat my fist against the shatter-proof glass. Both teams were skating like it was the first time they were on skates and their puck handling was absolutely dreadful. “This isn't the fucking pee-wee league you bitches! Skate like you know what the fuck you’re doing or get off the damn ice!” I growled as another player tripped over his feet. Brett, one of my hockey buddies, shoved a beer in my hand and told me to sit down before I started a riot. I skulled the beer and ignored him.

Glancing around me, I smirked to myself. I was the only girl in this section of seats and I liked it that way. A few guys from my hockey group had brought dates with them at different times, but the girls never lasted. They were Puck Bunnies at best. Any other names I called them would make even a sailor blush. All those girls wanted was a free ride to an NHL game so they could flaunt themselves for hockey players who would never consider giving them the time of day. I know my boys wanted a good fuck every now and then, but they could find better. And I told them that, often times in front of the girl they brought with them.

I cheered as Dustin Byfuglien checked Evander Kane into the boards in front of me, pulling me back into the game. Marc, the guy who always sat to my left at games, bumped his shoulder against mine. “You’re cheering for the wrong team!” Marc was a diehard Atlanta Thrashers’ fan. I on the other hand, wasn’t. I loved my home team to no end, but I had other teams I supported. And that night, they happened to be playing a team I loved just as much-- the Chicago Blackhawks. I wore a Rangers’ jersey to keep things neutral.

“Fuck you,“ I said, not taking my eyes off the ice. “That was a good, legal check and you know it. Just because I can appreciate the beauty-” My sentence broke off in a scream of excitement as Adam Burish and Eric Boulton got into a fight. Bur obviously wasn’t happy about that check laid on Patrick Kane, also called Kaner, only minutes before. Not that I could blame him. The hit left Kaner dazed and trying to find his feet for a few seconds. Burish had it out for Boulton as soon as they got back on the ice together.

The refs broke the fight up too soon for my liking. I shot the bird to a passing ref as he escorted Bur to the penalty box. Cal laughed from behind me. “One day, Bunny, one day.” I turned to face him, smiling innocently. “Girl, look as innocent as you want. One day, they’re going to toss you out on your arse for the shit you do and say.”

I shrugged, turning back to the ice. “At least then I’ll know they can hear me- What the hell you pricks! Stop with the fucking golf swings and keep the puck on the ice! Control, bitches! Use it!” I waved my arms maniacally as I continued to swear feverently after Jonathan Toews’ pass to Patrick Kane went off the ice and the puck hit the glass in front of me. Brett nudged me, pointing down to the benches. Joel Quenneville, the Blackhawks’ coach, shot me a smirk before turning back to the ice. I high-fived Jerry, another one of the group. He and I had been trying to get noticed by a coach or player for almost two years. All our hard work finally paid off. And it was only the first period.

That night had to have been my lucky night. Not only did Coach Q, as he’s known around the league, acknowledge me, but a player did as well. Mr. Adam Burish himself sent one of the security guards to escort me to the locker room after the game. The group was reluctant to let me go, but they didn’t really have a choice. I was curious to know why I was being summoned and they all learned the hard way not to get in the way of my curiosity.

“Guys, you act like I can’t take care of myself.” I ruffled Alec’s hair as I edged passed him to join the security guard in the aisle.

“We know ya’ can Bunny.” Cal rubbed the side of his left eye, wincing. The first day he met me, he talked to me like the guys do the Puck Bunnies. When my right hook caught him in the face he realized his mistake.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t look out for you.” Brett gave the security guard a hard look. “Text us when you get home.” I rolled my eyes as I nodded, muttering a ‘if I remember.’ Brett flicked my forehead and I punched him in the stomach. I waved to the rest of the guys before following behind the security guard, leaving them to deal with a winded Brett.

“So what does Burish want with me?” The guard shrugged and I narrowed my eyes. “Did he look like he was aiming for a fuck? Because I won’t fuck him, but I’ll fuck him up for thinkin’ about it.” The guard turned slightly, raising an eyebrow at me. So maybe that was the four beers talking. I probably would have sex with Adam if he asked. But a little bit of alcohol brings out my violent side. Especially after high-energy hockey games. It takes a lot of liquor to make me into a slut. That’s not to say it hasn’t happened.

“Here we are miss. I’ll just let him know you’re here.” The guard smiled at me before slipping into the visitors’ locker room. I leaned against the wall, picking at my fingernails. It wasn’t long before the door popped open and the guard was beckoning me into the room. I grunted as I pushed off the wall and went through the door.

After a short walk though a maze of halls, I found myself standing in the midst of chaos as the Blackhawks did interviews and tried to get their things together. A number of the team threw curious glances my way. I smirked back at each and every one of them. A couple of the players glared at me, but instead of being intimidated, I squared my shoulders, planted my feet firmly and gave them cold stares back. They buckled first and I chuckled to myself. Soon enough, Adam Burish caught my attention. He had just finished an interview and was waving me over.

His shirtless torso caused me to hesitate. Drops of water clung to his chest and a few trailed down to his naval in a winding path that my fingers were itching to follow. I clamped down on the less than pure thoughts that were forming and sauntered over to him. Adam grinned as I got closer and my stomach flipped. I blamed it on the beer, not wanting to think about what it really meant.

“You’re fairly loud for such a little person.” The laughter in his voice kept me from taking that as an insult. Or maybe it was because he stepped close enough to me for me to lick the water off his chest. I didn’t do it of course. But the temptation was there.

Instead, I kept my eyes on his icy blues. “So I’ve been told. Why did you bring me back here?” It never hurt to be blunt. Well...it never hurt me at least. The smirk fell from Adam’s face and I grinned. “Well?”

“I wanted to meet you.” He eyed me up and down as if he were measuring something. “I heard some of the things you shouted. Actually we all did. It kept us laughing on the bench, except when Coach took something you said to heart and bitched at us. You, lil’ miss, have got a foul mouth.”

I shrugged, ignoring the comment about Coach Q. “My boys don’t seem to mind.” He raised an eyebrow. “The group of guys I sit with. I have the worst mouth of them all. They find it amusing. And while this has been lovely, I must be going.” I smirked as I turned to leave. However, a clammy hand on my wrist forced me to look back at Adam.

“Stay.”



I couldn’t quite figure out if it was a good or bad thing that I staid that night. Adam charmed my phone number out of me and hasn’t left me alone since. He’d convinced himself that we’d make the perfect couple. Something I didn’t share his sentiments on. He was a great guy, fun to talk to, but we bitched at each other constantly. Insulting each other came naturally when we spoke to each other. It was never anything hurtful, but we had a hard time being nice to one another, unless we wanted something.

The sad part? We hadn’t even had sex the night he was here. I went back to the hotel room he shared with Patrick Sharp. The three of us talked and drank. Adam insisted I stay the night when I lost my balance trying to pee. Why he was in the bathroom with me would forever be a mystery and I was glad to keep it that way. I slept on the couch, much to the boys chagrin. Adam wanted me to share his bed with him. Patrick wanted me to share Adam’s bed. Hell, I wanted to be in bed next to Adam. But I was so far gone that I was starting to get paranoid. The full memories of that night would never return, but I remembered thinking that The Tick was going to bust through the door and try to kidnap the guys. I wanted to be ready to attack if need be and in the end, they agreed to let me sleep on the couch.

That night landed me here: getting off a plane in Chicago to watch the Hawks’ first game in their playoff series against the Nashville Predators. Adam demanded that I come out to the game, even though he wasn’t going to be playing. He said I have to support his team, ignoring me when I said I could support them from my couch in Georgia.

I followed the flow of people to baggage claim, hoisting my backpack further up my shoulder. A grunt escaped me as someone tackled me from the side. Arms around my waist kept me from falling to the ground. I looked to the side, glaring at Adam. A stupid grin stretched across his lips as he lifted me off my feet.

“Put me down, you cuntrag.” He laughed, allowing me to wiggle out of his arms. I rolled my eyes, turning to face the luggage carousel. “How have you been, you douche?”

“Bunny. Language. There are children around.” He gestured toward a mother of a kid who look no more than three. She shot me a nasty glare and I flipped her the bird. Adam pulled my hand down, lacing our fingers together. “Can we not?” I smiled up at him cutely. I hadn’t noticed the height difference between us before. Then again, we were sitting down most of that night and it had been two and half months since we saw each other. There was a good six inches between us. Adam rolled his eyes, stepping away from me to grab my bag off the belt. I watched him get a grip on the Blackhawks duffle bag, chuckling when it slipped from his hand causing him to curse under his breath. I went to pick up the bag, but he stopped me, snatching it up with a smirk. I shook my head, letting him lead me out to his car.

After a quick stop at his house to drop off my stuff, we headed toward the United Center. To say I wasn’t excited would have been a lie. I had been trying to get to the UC for a Blackhawks game since Rick Dudley revived the team and brought the fans back. When I watched their games on TV, the atmosphere was so intense, it filled me even though I was miles away. I grinned realizing that Atlanta could soon have that same mood in Philips Arena as Dudley now worked for the Thrashers.

Bur dragging me from his truck broke my daydreams of the Thrashers hoisting the Stanley Cup in victory. He parked in the back, where the rest of the team parks during games, despite the fact that he was just a fan tonight. We went through the team entrance, Adam babbling about needing to give the guys a pep talk before the game. I just let him drag me along, not wanting to make this night harder for him. I could tell he wanted to be suited up with the rest of the team.

“You wait out here. The boys are probably nakie or something else you don’t need to see.” He kissed my cheek before disappearing into the locker room. I was left in what looked like a lounge area. There were other girls around the room, some I recognized as wives and girlfriends of the players. Others looked like one-night-stands waiting to happen. I glanced down at my baggy Ben Eager jersey. While I was wearing too much material to fit in with the Puck Bunnies in the corner, I wasn’t exactly dressed like one of the girlfriends either. Sure, they each had a jersey with their significant other’s name printed across the shoulder blades, but they also had heels and nice jeans on. I looked down at my jeans. There was a hole in the left knee from a street hockey match I played a few days ago and a diagonal rip on the back of my right thigh, also from that match. My ratty black low top Converse did nothing to help my image, with beer and ash stains from the numerous concerts and hockey games to which I had worn them.

I grimaced as I made my way over to an unoccupied corner. I wasn’t good at the whole inserting myself in to conversations thing. Instead, I opted to avoid the awkward introductions by keeping to myself entirely. At least, that was the plan. It was quickly destroyed when Abby, the woman I knew to be Patrick Sharp’s wife, approached me.

“Hi. I’m-”

“Abby. I know.” I half smiled at her.

She laughed, nodding. “And your name? I don’t recall ever having met you. And you’re not showing enough skin to one of them.” She jerked her thumb toward the Puck Bunnies who were giggling and shooting me snotty glances. I held up both middle fingers to them, smiling satisfied when they turned away quickly. Abby cracked up, linking our arms together and dragging me over to the other wives and girlfriends. Carli Fraser and Carmen Brouwer both eyed me suspiciously as we stopped in front of them. I couldn’t blame them. My reasons for being here were a mystery to them.

Abby started to introduce me to the girls, only pausing for me to fill in my name. “Bunny. My friends call me Bunny.” Abby gave me a look and I sighed. “I don’t like my real name and when my friends and I met, they thought I was a Puck Bunny. They all found out differently when I kicked their asses, but the nickname stuck.”

“So what’s your real name?” I laughed shaking my head, signaling that I wasn’t going to answer that question. Carli huffed before a smile broke out on her face. “So you’re an Eager fan?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Cause we can totally get you in to talk to him. And you’re his type.” Carmen eyed me again, only this time she was smirking in approval.

I nearly choked on the breath I was taking in. “No. I’m fine really. Eager is one fine ass mother fucker, but I wouldn’t go there. I really only wore this to make some one jealous.” The girls squealed with laughter asking me who it was. Before I could answer, they started guessing. They instantly discounted Adam, saying that I was way out of his league. I laughed at that, reminding myself to tell him that later. They had me paired with everyone on the team, even their own husbands. All that stopped, however, when Adam came back out of the locker room and right to my side.

“I see you girls have met my Bunny.” I’m not sure if it was a trick of the lighting, but it looked like Abby’s eye twitched. “We should all probably get going though. The game’s starting in about 5 minutes.” He smiled at them and pulled me out of the room, barely giving me time to give them a friendly wave.

Adam could barely contain his laughter throughout the game because I wouldn’t control my tongue. I had told him I would try to be polite in front of the girls, who we were sitting with, but that plan failed miserably. As soon as Jonathan Toews had that stupid turn over in the first five minutes of the game, I lost it and started shouting profanities. I glanced at the girls after my outburst and their mouths were hanging open. I shrugged and looked back at the game, not having anything to say to them. My exclamations only got worse as the game went on. Adam only let me have two beers before he made me switch to soda. He knew I would get more violent if he let me keep drinking. At one point during the second period, I distinctly heard Coach Q shout an aggravated “listen to her” out to the players on the ice. Needless to say, I felt special.

As soon as the buzzer sounded to end the game, Coach Q gave Adam a dark look. He jumped up, grabbing my hand, shouting for the girls to wait twenty minutes before coming to the locker room. I tried to ask him why I wasn’t staying with the rest of the girls, but he didn’t answer. When I attempted to stop and make him answer me, he picked me up and started weaving through people at a run.

“Adam!” I beat my fist against his back, “Save this speed for the ice and put me the fuck down!” I kicked my legs as hard as I could, but his arm clamped down on the back of my knees harshly. I punched him in the lower part of his spine as hard as I could. He pinched my leg and told me to chill. Not being able to let it rest, I pressed on a pressure point under the arm that was holding me up causing him to drop me. I rolled and jumped to my feet as soon as my back touched the ground. Glaring at Adam, I straightened out my clothes and hair with a few choice words slipping from my lips.

“Behind you.” My eyes narrowed at his words. He took a deep breath before turning me around. The whole team and all the coaches were standing there. Growling, I turned back to Adam and punched him in the stomach. I didn’t hit him hard enough to wind him, but he got the message.

“Fucking asshat.” I turned back to the team and smiled tightly. “Hello. I’ll just be...out in the lounge while Coach Q rips all of you a new asshole.” I shot dirty looks at Kaner and Sharpie as I headed for the door. Those two were major idiots during the game.

“Actually,” Joel grabbed my wrist and brought me to stand by him. “I think you have some interesting things to add to this discussion.” I raised my eyebrow skeptically. “I heard all of your comments. Even the ones where you were instructing Adam and the girls which players to, quote, “smack the taste out his mouth with the biggest fucking two by four you can find, and make sure it has rusty nails sticking out so he knows he really fucked up,” end quote.”

I blushed slightly, rubbing the back of my neck. “I didn’t think you would remember anything I said verbatim.”

He glared at the team, “Well it sounded pretty damn appealing when you said it the third time.” I held back a snort as he lit into the team. I had to stand behind Adam at one point because I couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. Joel was using some of my less colorful phrases as he went off. He paused to catch his breath and calm down slightly. He looked at me, nodding toward the team. I returned his look, completely confused. Adam pushed me toward the team. All their eyes were on me, some held fear while others-- like Eager’s-- held some kind of fragile respect. Then it dawned on my what Joel wanted me to do.

I laughed taking a step back to stand beside Adam. “I’m good. I’m not looking to end up in jail for aggravated assault and I want these boys to continue to think of me as a lady.” Adam’s arm slipped around my waist, pulling me into his side. Byfuglien looked me up and down and I smirked. “I grew up on the ECHL circuit. That shit is rough.”

“I approve!” Ben Eager and Duncan Keith shouted at the same time. Adam pulled me closer to him and I snorted. I wanted to squirm away from him but I knew what he was doing. I had watched my hockey group do it plenty of times. A predatory look glinted in Ben’s eyes as he grinned at me so I let Adam do his little he-man dance. Eager would have been good lay, but I wouldn’t do that to Adam. As much as I denied his requests for me to be his girlfriend, I knew I would give in eventually. He was wearing me down with his crazy antics. Through all his shenanigans, Adam did extremely sweet things for me. Mainly it was the flowers I got every Monday morning at six am. Sure it was way to freaking early to be awake when I didn’t have to be at work until ten, but he sent my favorites and did me the favor of not writing stupid love notes. He also completely disregarded the four year age difference, but that was probably because we both acted like five-year-olds on drugs.

Adam pulled me to his cubby, making me sit on his lap as we listened to the rest of Joel’s less heated speech. I leaned back into him, his arms encircling my waist tightly. This slightly animalistic side of Adam was turning me on. The first time I met him flashed before my eyes. The water droplets coating his tanned, toned chest. The smirk stretching across his lips as his heated gaze traveled my body slowly. I shifted on his lap, biting my lip.

Abby calling my name brought me back to reality. Disappointed, I got up to join the other girls in the lounge. I was enjoying my daydreams of Adam bending me over his dining room table.

“So you and Adam? I really don’t see that.” I cracked a smile as Carli and Carmen laughed. Abby looked at them. “Come on. We all said she’s too good for Adam.” She turned to me, “Because honey, you are way to good looking to be with Adam.”

I shrugged, “Adam’s pretty fucking sexy. He’s got a great body, a nice ass and I’m a sucker for blue eyes. Just enough hair for me to pull during some rough, hot sex and he makes me laugh.”

Carli choked a bit on the water she was drinking. “You are blunt.”

“I find brutal honesty saves me a lot of drama. Why deny that I’m attracted to him?”

“You don’t have to deny it. But there’s nothing wrong with being coy every so often,” Carmen laughed.

“I don’t do coy. It just doesn’t suit me. I tried it once on a dare and everything fell apart. The guy’s hand slipped down to my ass and I laid a right hook on him out of reflex. My stiletto would have ended up through his throat if my friend Cal hadn’t pulled me off.” I smirked at the memory.

“So you’re insane?” Abby and the other girls shared a look.

“Not insane. Just...intense. My life is lived at hockey and rugby games. All my friends are guys. I’m not good with the chick thing seeing as most girls I meet are puck bunnies.” I shoved my hands in my pockets, kicking at the ground.

Abby’s arm slipped through mine causing me to look up. “From the look on Adam’s face when he was watching you during the game, you’re not going anywhere. Which means we can turn you into more of a girl.” Carmen and Carli cheered. The three of them began to plot. I listened to their outrageous plans, an amused smirk dancing on my lips. The fact that they actually wanted to do this for me and to me left me a little confused, but I figured that it was better to let them plot than to protest. I’ve heard that girls can be down right devils when their plans for a makeover get thwarted.

The door to the locker room opened partially and Adam’s head poked out. “You girls can come in now. The guys are dressed.” I let Abby pull me back into the locker room. I saw Kaner in the corner, talking with Jonny. My eyes narrowed involuntarily and I pulled away from Abby. I grabbed Adam before he could start talking to Sharpie and dragged him over to Kaner.

“Kaner.” When he turned to me, I used Adam’s hand to bitch slap him. “It’s called a fucking mouth guard for a reason you twat. You’re spreading your disease to your teammates. And you!” I rounded on Eager. “You fucking douche bag. Fix your damn jersey before you get on the fucking ice. Just because you’re the fucking intimidator of the team, doesn’t mean you can look like a mother fucking gang banger on the ice. You’re representing an established and highly respected franchise when you put your fucking skates on that ice. Fucking act like it.” I smacked him over the back of the head before turning to the rest of the team. “That shit goes for all of you. Look like fucking hockey players, not fucking sex-pots. Save that shit for off the ice.”

Adam held my hips tightly, pulling me into his body. My hand right hand was twitching uncontrollably meaning I wanted to punch someone. Seeing their uniforms off kilter grated on my nerves. Mostly because I grew up with a military mother and father who would beat my ass if my clothes looked anything less than immaculate. I learned to let go of that need for perfection when it came my casual clothes, but I got extremely twitchy when it came to uniforms.

“Bunny, you’ll have plenty of chances to cuss them out, but right now I think it’s best we go wait in the lounge.” I closed my eyes forcing out a breath, nodding. Adam led me passed the girls, who were laughing their asses off and using each other for support, and Coach Q, who gave me an appreciative smirk. Adam directed me to one of the couches, sitting down before pulling me into his lap. I buried my head in his neck, breathing in his scent deeply. He smelled like Axe, sweat and ice. The smell I’d always associated with hockey. However there was a component to his scent that made it uniquely Adam. At times he smelled like vanilla, others he smelled like plain M&Ms. I cuddled into him more, slowly calming down.

It may have taken a lot of work on his part, but I could finally see myself falling in love with Adam Burish.

Comments

Update this!!! It's too cute and intense!!! I like bunny!!

akmo4725 akmo4725
9/23/14

Can't wait for the next update

Hawksfan1988 Hawksfan1988
9/8/14

so good

I NEED AN UPDATE!!!!

Psquared91 Psquared91
2/25/14
This, by far, is brilliant. Bunny is just absolutely snarky and hilarious.
heyimdelilah heyimdelilah
7/14/13