“Never have I ever had a one night stand.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but I lift the shot glass to my lips and down the strong liquid. It’s not that I expected this girl to be a bunny. Well, okay yeah. I thought this girl was a bunny. I mean, she’s wearing the tightest dress imaginable, showing off both her perfect rack and her round ass. Her sky-high heels make her legs look deliciously long, and her hair is tossed perfectly, giving her that sexy “grab my hair and just fuck me” look. And she’s at the club we’re known to frequent often with girls I’ve seen here before trying to get with me or my teammates.

“You’ve really never had a one night stand?” I ask, looking into her hazel eyes.
“Nope. My friends all think I should, so that’s why they dragged me here tonight. I think they figure if I sleep with a Chicago Blackhawk maybe I’ll stop being so obsessed with my schoolwork and party with them more often.” She admits.
“Well, I have been known to change a couple women’s lives.” I smirk.

Why the hell did I do that? Now she’s going to think I’m some man-whore.

Shut up, Patrick. You are a man whore.

“That’s exactly why I don’t want a one night stand.” She says, sipping on her drink. “I don’t want to be another typical locker room story. A nameless face the guy forgets about in a couple weeks. If- and I mean if- I was to have a one night stand, it would have to be something completely ridiculous and over the top that the guy would still be telling the story to his bros even after he’s married with kids. I’d be the nameless face who’s story would live on forever.”

I take her words into consideration and ponder them for a second.

“Okay, turtle. Here’s my proposition-”
“Turtle?” She interrupts me.
“Yeah, it’s the nickname I just gave you. You clearly aren’t a bunny like I originally thought. You’re actually the exact opposite.” I explain.
“Are you referencing the story of the tortoise and the hare right now?” She asks, snickering.
“I’m slightly drunk and that’s the first thing that came to my mind, okay? Jeez. Would you listen to my proposition?”
She chuckles.
“Okay, Mr. Kane. What’s your proposition?”
“Let’s have a night to remember for the rest of our lives. Not like a typical ‘my place or your place?’ kinda night, but like what you said. Let’s do something crazy.”

She thinks about it, and for a second I’m pretty sure she’s going to dump her drink on me. She’s so down to earth and normal, I don’t think she’s really into it. For once I think a girl might actually be about to turn down the one and only Patrick Kane. But then, like she has all night, she surprises me by downing the rest of her drink and grabbing my hand.

“Let’s go, Mr. Kane.” She smiles.

I wrack my brain, desperately trying to figure out a plan for the rest of the night. It sounded great, the idea of a one night stand to beat all one night stands. But now that she actually agreed, I’m struggling to make it a reality.

“Your brain is smoking.” She laughs, pulling me out of the club.
“I’m thinking.” I respond, helping her into my car.
“Don’t think. Just go with it. What’s the first place you think about when you think of Chicago?” She asks.

Easy.

“The United Center.”
“So take us there.”

I drive to the United Center and park in the players’ parking lot. It’s completely empty, void of even the security guards. I pull into a secluded spot away from the cameras and turn my car off. I look over to her, realizing I don’t even know her name. Maybe she told me, but that was when I thought she was a bunny. I don’t make a habit of remembering my bunnies’ names.

“I forgot your name.” I admit, slightly embarrassed.
“It’s turtle.” She says, smiling.

I raise my eyebrow at her, appreciating her quick humor. She laughs and leans over to press her lips to mine. She tastes like apples, completely pulling me in. I quickly unbuckle both of us and pull her over onto my lap, bypassing the normal build up of foreplay. Her fingers work at my pants and mine explore her curvy ass. I tug at her g-string, tearing the flimsy material by accident.

“Sorry. I’ll buy you a new pair.” I pant.
“They’re my roommate’s.” She shrugs, reaching into my boxers.

Her fingers wrap around my length, pulling it out. I groan at the feeling. There’s something about this girl. I’m not usually groaning until I’m about to come, but even just her hand makes me twitch. My pulse beats hard through my dick as she pumps me a couple times. She lines herself up and, without any warning, drops herself onto my aching cock.

A moan drops from her lips, loud and clear. What really gets me about this moan, though, is how real it is. I may sound cocky here, but girls always moan instantly when I’m with them. And between my size and the knowledge of how to work a woman, I know they enjoy it. But their moans are usually projections for me. They feel the need to let me know I’m doing a good job. Like I don’t already know that. This moan, though, is completely different. My little turtle is moaning for herself. She completely enjoys taking in my dick.

“You like that, turtle?” I ask.
“Jesus.” She gasps. “I figured you’d be big, based on your reputation. But fuck.”

For some reason, her mention of my reputation slightly bothers me. I don’t want her thinking about the kind of guy I am with other women. I only want her thinking about the kind of guy I am with her.

“Hold on, turtle.” I say, shifting so I’ve got a good grip on her ass and good leverage with my legs.

I begin thrusting upwards into her, slowly at first. But my desire to completely have her combines with the sexy noises coming from her and force me to abandon my soft work. My hips have a mind of their own and begin pounding upwards into her. Her head drops back and I sink my teeth into her exposed neck.

Way too soon, I feel a clench in my balls and realize I’m almost done.

“I’m close.” I breathe.
“Good. Me too.” She responds.
“Lift up so I can pull out when I come.”
“You don’t have to pull out if you don’t want to make a mess. I’ve been on the pill since high school.”

Fantastic. She feels so good, I don’t want to have to pull out. I go harder, hammering her as best as I can. Her whimpers become short and squeaky, which make me even harder than before.

I need her to come. Now.

“Come on, turtle. Come for me.” I say, nipping at her ear.

Her pussy walls clench around me and I feel her heat quake. Her nails dig into the back of my neck and she lets out a scream. A pump later I feel my balls twitch and I grip her ass as close to me as possible, exploding deep inside her.

I shudder for a minute, coming down from my high. Her small body is wrapped around mine, sweaty and panting.

“Ever fuck a girl in your car in the parking lot at the United Center before?” She asks.
“Definitely not.” I respond.
“Good. Round one complete.” She smiles.
“That’s just round one?” I ask.
“Oh yeah. The most epic one night stand in all of Chicago can’t possibly only be one time through.”
“Where to next, then?”

She pulls off of me and my body whimpers slightly, protesting the loss of being inside her. She slides back over to the passenger seat and looks back at me.

“I was thinking Millennium Park.” She says with a smirk.

I get her in the back seat at Millennium Park, taking full advantage of the large space in my truck. We find a small corner by the bean where I lift her up and press her against a wall, muffling our sounds of pleasure with our lips. I get caught at the Skydeck and have to sign a couple autographs for some fans, but we eventually make it into one of the bathrooms. Anyone following us on the security cameras probably knows exactly what happened, but I don’t even care.

By the time we make it to Lincoln Park, I know we’re both completely sober. It’s against my nature to fuck a girl sober. But then again, everything about this girl is against my nature.

Fortunately we’re done and just cuddling with all our clothes on when a police officer finds us on the beach. He takes one look at me and smiles, like he’s in on a secret. He lets us off with just a warning.

“I think we’ve pushed our luck a little too much.” She says, getting back into my car.
“Well I think the most epic one night stand story has enough in it that no one will ever believe it.”
“Good thing we took a selfie at every place, huh?” She laughs.

It was my idea, honestly. She doesn’t seem like the kind of girl who’s going to go posting this anywhere, and it gives proof to the ridiculous tale. I don’t even care if she shows them to everyone she knows though. I know I sure as hell will.

“So my place or yours?” I joke.
She stares at me slightly.
“If we go to my place I could totally rub it in my friends’ faces that they’ve been trying so hard to get with you for months and I did it in just one night... But I would bet that your place is a lot nicer, and doesn’t have nosy people waiting to hear round six.”

“I love performing for an audience. So your place it is.” I wink.

Notes

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