December 23, 2011
“Gia, love. Just go with us.” My roommate Sarah says.
“It’s your anniversary with Tom. I don’t want to impose!” I respond.
“We celebrated yesterday! When’s the next time you’ll get the opportunity to go to a Flyers charity event completely for free?” She pushes.

I sigh, knowing she’s right.

“Fine, I’ll go.” I agree.
“Yay!” She shouts excitedly, jumping up and down.

Three hours later, I find myself squeezed into a somewhat-sexy black dress and strapping on a pair of red heels.

“You look sexy as hell, girl.” Sarah says, taking in my appearance. “Who knows, maybe you’ll go home with a Flyer tonight!”

I laugh at the joke, but follow her towards the door. We pull our jackets on just as Tom arrives to pick us up.

When we get there, I head straight for the bar. I sit down next to a man and order my usual rum and coke. The man chuckles when the bartender asks to see my ID, and I roll my eyes.

“You’d think they would realize a woman dressed like this isn’t underaged.” I mumble.
“You’d be surprised at the things underaged women wear to these kinds of things.” The French-Canadian voice responds.

I turn to look at his face and my eyebrows shoot up when I realize who I’m talking to. Danny Briere, clutch power-forward. He chuckles again at my reaction.

“I’d introduce myself, but I have a feeling you know who I am.” He says.
“You could say that. I have your jersey hanging in my room.” I gush, immediately feeling embarrassed at my fan-moment.

He blushes a little and it’s the most attractive thing I’ve ever seen.

Wait, what?

Did I just say Danny Briere is attractive? What’s going on with me? I’ve always said Danny is one of the only Flyers I wouldn’t sleep with. I mean, he’s a dad! He’s got three kids! And he’s divorced. Yet somehow I’m sitting next to him, finding my self getting lost in his gorgeous brown eyes.

“Oh, I’m Gia. Gia Boveri.” I say, sticking out my hand.

He takes it in his, but instead of shaking it he brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss. I feel myself blush furiously, completely confused as to why someone’s dad is making me feel this way.

“Gia.” He says, his French accent making my name sound so sexy. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I smile bashfully, sipping my drink.

“So what are you doing hiding over here instead of partying it up with the rest of your teammates?” I ask, trying to deflect the attention from myself.
“Well, the guys my age are all married or in serious relationships. And the single guys are all ten years younger than me.” He says. “There isn’t really anyone here for me to spend a lot of time with.”
“That makes sense.” I say, polishing off my drink. He signals for the bartender to pour me another and turns in his seat to face me more.
“You know, it makes sense why I’m sitting here. But it makes absolutely no sense why a gorgeous young lady like yourself would join me.” He says.

I blush again and let out a small nervous chuckle. Danny Briere is flirting with me.

“My roommate and her boyfriend had an extra ticket and decided to bring me along.” I explain. “I don’t really want to spend the entire night as their third wheel, so I came to get a drink. Then I started talking to you.”

He smiles a little, polishing off his beer. I look down shyly at my own drink and finish it.

“This might be a little late, but would you like to be my date tonight?” He asks.
“Um-” I stutter.
“You see, the guys have been making fun of me for being an old bachelor. Since none of them have met you yet, we could totally mess with their heads. They would eat shit for weeks if they think I was actually able to get a beautiful young lady like you to come here with me as my date.”

I think about it for a second and I can see a little bit of nervousness cross his face.

“Why the hell not?” I ask, laughing. “When’s the next time I’ll be able to say I attended a charity event as Danny Briere’s date?”

He smiles wide and drops a small tip on the counter for the bartender before helping me out of my seat. Even with my heels on, I’m still a couple inches shorter than him. Which is surprising since he’s one of the shortest players in the league. I wrap my arm around his elbow and allow him to lead me into the next room.

My palms get a little sweaty and my heart stutters when I see Claude Giroux making his way over towards us, a cocky smile on his face.

“Woh-ho Danny boy! Who’s this?” He asks with a cheeky laugh.
“This is Gia.” Danny says simply. “She’s my date tonight.”
“Wait, Daddy Danny brought a date?” I hear from behind me.
“And she’s smokin!” Giroux responds.

I turn my head and see Scott Hartnell grinning like the Cheshire Cat at Danny’s arm, which has snaked around my waist.

“So how much did Dan pay you to pretend to be his date for the night?” Hartnell asks.
“Absolutely nothing.” I respond with a smile. He eyes me suspiciously, but I give him nothing to work with.

Somehow, I manage to convince them and a couple other guys that I’m actually Danny’s date for the night. Which I guess I am, technically. It just didn’t happen the way we’ve told them.

The night is coming to an end and I’m surprised to find that I’m not really excited about it. I really want to spend more time with Danny. I catch Sarah’s eye and she motions that she and Tom are leaving.

“It looks like my ride is ready to go.” I whisper in Danny’s ear.
“How would it look if my date left now?” He jokes back. “Tell your ride I’ll bring you home when we’re done here.”

I excuse myself from the group of men to “head to the bathroom” and catch Sarah’s eye again. She gets the hint and follows me.

“Okay, seriously. You’ve been on Danny Briere’s arm all night. What is going on?” She asks in a rush.
“I met him at the bar and he asked me to be his date.” I explain. “He said he’ll bring me home when he’s done here, though. So I’m not coming with you.”
Her eyes go wide and she smiles ridiculously.
“Oh my god. You slut!” She laughs.
“I’m only a slut if I sleep with him, you bitch.” I joke.
“Do you want to sleep with him?”
“I’m not sure. I never thought of him that way. I mean, he’s so much older than me. I’ve always looked at the guys like Giroux and Matt Read. Not someone more than ten years older than me.”
“But....?” She pushes.
“But I could see myself sleeping with him.” I admit.

She squeals a little and I have to shush her.

“Okay, here’s the deal. Since it’s my anniversary with Tom, we’re heading back to our apartment to have ridiculous anniversary sex. All night.” She says. I start to groan. We’ve always had a deal that we would at least be quiet about it if the other person is there at the same time. “We’re not going to be quiet. So either deal with it or find... somewhere else to spend the night.”

I roll my eyes, completely embarrassed of the situation she’s putting me in right now. But I follow her out of the bathroom and make my way back to Danny’s side. He wraps his arm around me like it’s natural, and I enjoy the rest of the time we have together.

“So my roommate said that she and her boyfriend are having ridiculous anniversary sex tonight. Therefore, I really don’t want to go home. You can just drop me off at a hotel or something.” I say as we get into his car.

He stares at me with a crazy look in his eyes.

“There’s no way I’m just dropping you off at a hotel.” He says. “You’re spending the night at my house.”
“You really don’t have to do that.” I persist. “I’m sure your boys would find that weird.”
“My boys are spending the night with their mother.” He states.

The slight edge in his voice mixed with the four or five drinks I’ve consumed throughout the night make me question if his intentions are really pure. But then again, who cares if they are or not. This is Danny Briere.

“Okay. I’ll spend the night in your guest room.” I say, maybe testing him slightly.
He looks at me like he knows I’m testing him, but doesn’t say anything more. He simply drives off towards his house.

He asks me a little about myself as we drive. He finds out I’m a senior at Villanova, majoring in speech pathology. I’ve lived with Sarah all four years, first in the dorms and then in an apartment. We’re both on the soccer team, starters all four years. I’m from South Philly, and have been a die-hard Philadelphia sports fan since birth. I mean, when you grow up in South Philly with three older brothers you have to be a huge Philly sports fan. It’s just second nature.

He finally pulls into the driveway of a decent sized house and leads me in through the garage door. I’m amazed at how much it actually feels like a home.

“I’m sorry it’s such a mess.” He says. “I clean, the house keeper cleans, but then the boys come through and it’s a disaster again.”

I chuckle, remembering how hard my mom used to work to keep our house clean. And at least she had me and my dad to help.

“Sometimes I think Couturier is just as bad as them.” He says, leading me into the hallway next to the stairs.

That’s right, Sean Couturier lives with him. I forgot about that. Wait, where is he tonight?

“He went home with his date.” Danny says, either reading my mind or answering a question I accidentally asked out loud.
“Oh. Cool.” I respond.
“So we have the entire house to ourselves for the whole night.” He says, the implications behind his words completely clear this time.

I feel a little nervous, but the alcohol gives me the confidence I need to cross the short distance between us and press my lips to his. His reaction is quick, instantly returning and deepening our connection.

His lips are soft against mine, and his hands are hungry against my hips. I press into him farther, feeling his surprisingly hard body against mine. He pulls me even closer and I sigh into his mouth, allowing him to lick into it. His tongue darts skillfully back and forth, exploring my teeth and gums.

I can’t help myself, and I start unbuttoning his shirt. When I reach the bottom, I pull it out of his pants and slide it off his shoulders. His fingers fumble around my back, with no luck. He pulls away, giving me a confused look. I laugh a little and reach to my side, sliding down the zipper and letting the dress pool at my feet.

Dan’s eyes greedily take in my semi-naked body and I start working on his belt. I undo the button on his pants quickly and push them so they’re pile next to my dress. His cock is pulsing against his boxers, practically begging to be let free.

I bite my lower lip and scan his broad shoulders. My eyes drink in the hard planes of his chest and abs. They go a little wide when I take in his strained boxers, and I might even drool a little when I see his massive quads.

“I think we should go upstairs.” He suggests.
“I think that’s a good idea.” I respond.

He leads me upstairs, still in my heels, and pushes me towards a closed door as soon as we reach the top. He opens the door and grabs my waist, pulling me towards the large bed in the middle of the room. I can hardly see anything past a couple feet in front of me since it’s dark, but I don’t care. Danny is all I need to see.

He gently pushes me onto the bed and tugs at the straps on my heels, pulling them off. I scoot backwards on the bed and he crawls up on top of me. His lips dance along my skin, leaving a wet trail up my leg, over my hip and up my stomach, settling in the valley between my breasts. His hands wrap behind me and unclasp my bra. He pulls it off and tosses it to the side, attaching his lips to my nipple.

I let out a low moan and feel his hips grind into mine slowly, his cock growing hard against my stomach. He switches sides and I let my fingers twist into his short hair.

“Danny.” I whisper.
“You’re so sexy when you say my name.” He moans.

I let my hands travel south, pushing his boxers over his muscular ass and down as far as I can. His lips detach from my nipple and begin to travel up towards my neck. His hands pull my panties along with his, and pushes both towards our feet.

He pulls back and stares at my fully naked body, drinking it all in. Normally, I would feel embarrassed about this kind of action. But with Danny it makes me want him even more. It makes me feel powerful.

Wanting to encourage him, I reach up to attach my lips to his. It works, and he returns to adoring my mouth with his. A finger slides easily between my legs and tests my folds before pushing in. I gasp at the feeling and he adds another.

“Danny.” I moan.
“What do you want, baby girl?” He asks, his voice low and laced with desire.
“You, Danny. I want you.” I say.

He pulls his fingers out and settles himself between my thighs, pushing ever so slightly so his tip is in me but the rest isn’t.

It drives me wild.

I moan and grab at his muscular ass, pulling it towards me. My muscles are weak compared to his, and his hips shift only slightly. He chuckles at my reaction before sliding into me fully.

Gasping and moaning, I bite into his shoulder lightly when he reaches full capacity. He doesn’t pause, and instantly begins rocking back and forth into me. It starts off slow and sensual, but gains speed and passion soon enough. His hips pound harder and I dig my nails into his lower back, encouraging him even more.

“Fuck, Gia.” He says after a couple minutes. “You’re so tight.”

It’s been so long since I’ve slept with someone, his words send me over the top and I come gasping his name. He’s surprised at how quickly I come, and follows right after.

“Damn.” He whispers, his head resting on my shoulder as his whole body shakes with his orgasm. “That was so good.”
“Does it always feel like that?” I ask, meaning sex with him.

He pulls back suddenly.

“You mean- That was- You’re a... Was that your first time?” He finally asks, his face going pale.
Knowing I have to mess with him now, I give him my most innocent look.
“Yeah.” I say.
“Shit! I didn’t know. I would have gone slower.” He says, panic in his eyes.

I can’t hold back my laughter any longer, snorting.
“Oh man, you should have seen your face just now. I’m young, but I’m not that young!” I laugh.

His face goes from sheet white to bright red in a matter of seconds.

“That’s so not funny.” He says.
“Oh, it so is funny.” I laugh.
“You’re horrible.” He shakes his head, finally smiling.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what you’re supposed to tell a woman just after you’ve fucked her.” I state. “It’s not exactly the gentlemanly thing.”
“Well excuse me for not being completely gentlemanly.” He jokes.

I snuggle up next to his warm body. It’s way past my normal bed time, but I’m no where near tired. He starts to run his fingers lightly along my arm and presses a couple soft kisses against my forehead.

“Do you need an hour before we can go for round two?” I ask.
“I’m not that old!” He protests. “I only need a couple minutes.”

True to his word, he does only need a couple minutes before we’re going again. And twenty minutes after that one is over, we go again. It’s close to three am when we finally settle in for the night, completely worn out and satisfied.

In the morning, I feel him shift slightly and pull me closer to him.

“We’re disgustingly dirty.” I mumble, my eyes still closed.
He chuckles.
“I have a nice big shower. It can easily fit two people.”
My eyes slide open and I sit up.
“Let’s go.” I say.

When we’re both clean, he loans me a pair of sweatpants and a tshirt. We head downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. Danny stops as soon as he turns the corner and I run right into his back.

“What-”
“Hey Dan!” I hear a voice cut me off. “How was your night?”

Danny groans and steps into the kitchen, revealing Sean Couturier standing at the kitchen counter. He’s picked up our discarded clothing from the night before and left it on the counter for us.

“Good morning, Gia.” He says with a bright smile.
“Good morning, Sean.” I respond, a blush creeping up my face.
“How was your night?” His cocky smile spreads.

I shuffle my feet, accepting the large cup of coffee Dan offers me.

“Our night is none of your business.” Dan says.

Sean just laughs and shakes his head, walking out of the room and towards the stairs.

“I’m totally gonna get shit at the next practice.” Danny laughs.
“Hey, at least Daddy Danny won’t get any shit anymore.” I joke.

The rest of the morning- well, afternoon- is filled with jokes and laughter and food. Eventually, Sean joins us and we enjoy his company for a while until he starts giving us shit again.

“I actually gotta go home.” I say, giving Danny a small frown when he asks if I’m staying for dinner. “I have work in the morning and Sarah and I have a lot of shit to get done throughout the apartment.”
Dan visibly frowns, but accepts the answer.
“I’ll drive you home.” He says, grabbing his keys.

When we pull up to my apartment building, he pulls me in for a mind-blowing kiss.

“Is there any way I can see you again?” He asks.
“Of course.” I say, typing my number into his phone. “Now use this.”

“Absolutely.” He smiles.

Notes

Just for you, nomoreIcing! Hope you enjoy it.

I would have had it up earlier tonight, but..... DOUBLE OVERTIME.

What a great game. I'm still not 100% sure who I'm rooting for, but that was just such a good game. Great play by all involved in the third and in overtime.