Love, Lies, and the NHL.

"Call me Joey." the sweet brunette guy said as he smiled at me

"Joey huh? Is that your real name?" I asked taking a sip of my martini

'Joey' laughed "No. My name is Ryan. Joey is a play off of my last name and that's what people call me. What's yours, doll?"

"Brie."

"Brie. Is that short for something?"

"Brianna."

Joey nodded "So what brings you to Nashville?"

"How did you know I'm not a local?"

"You don't have an accent."

"Well, neither do you."

He looked at me perplexed at first and then he smiled "Well, I'm not. I'm from Canada. Vancouver, to be exact."

"Canada? What's a Canadian doing in Nashville?"

"No fair." Joey replied "I already answered your question. Answer mine."

"What is this? Twenty-one questions?" I laughed

"Sure. We can play that game. You have asked two. I have asked two. Answer my second and I'll answer your third."

"Alright, Joey...No. I am not from here. I'm from California."

"Cali, eh? To answer your question. I am here because I work here. Question three. Why are you here?"

"I moved here. My fourth question. Where do you work?" I asked ordering another drink

"You mean, you don't know?" he asked confused. I shook my head 'no' and he continued "I play for the Predators." I looked at him dumbfounded "You don't watch hockey?"

"No, I don't...and I believe you used up questions four and five."

Joey laughed downing his beer and ordering a second "I guess I did. Okay. Ask your fifth."

"So you play hockey for a living?"

Joey nodded "Yeah. In the NHL." I looked at him, confused again. "National Hockey League. It's like the NFL, but for hockey."

"Oh!"

Joey smiled "Alright. Question six. Why did you move to Nashville from California."

"Next question..." I had just met this guy and wasn't going to divulge every detail about my life to him. Especially not why I had left California. He seemed to have understood what I meant and nodded.

"Alright, do you have a boyfriend?"

Damn. Question six and relationships were already being discussed. "No. Do you?" I quipped back

Joey laughed "No. I am straight and you used your sixth."

"I guess I did." I smiled we went back and forth like this for a half hour our so. Mundane questions like; how many siblings do you have, do you have any pets, what's Canada like, what was Cali like...until we were each down to one final question. "So..." I said finishing off my fourth martini

"So." Joey smiled taking the final drink from his fifth beer "Question twenty-one. Will you come home with me tonight?"

"Depends, Joey. Will I get to see you again after this? Because I am not some piece in a game that you can just play with and put away on a shelf."

Joey smiled at me as he leaned over, kissing me "Depends. Do you want to see me again?"

"You're a cheater. You asked another question." I teased

"Answer mine." he said with a small smirk

"Yes, I want to go home with you and yes I want to see you again."

"Well then, let's get out of here." he said paying both our tabs

"You don't have to..." I protested

"I insist." he smiled as we headed outside and to his car. He drove us to an apartment complex and we headed up to the door. He punched in a key code and opened the door for me "Ladies first." he smiled

"Thank-you." I said as went inside. He followed behind me and led me to the elevator. He pushed the button for the 3rd floor and turned to me. Joey pressed me up against the wall and kissed me again. I kissed him back and my arms instinctively wrapped around his waist.

We continued kissing until the ding of the door opening interrupted. "This way." he smiled leaded me down the hallway to his apartment. He fumbled around in his pockets for his keys and unlocked the door, leading me inside. It was the biggest apartment I had ever seen. There was a full kitchen, a living room big enough to fit a sectional couch and a huge TV.

"Whoa...I didn't know they made apartments this big."

Joey laughed "Sometimes they do. Would you like a drink? I just have water and Gatorade."

"Water, thanks." I smiled as Joey disappeared into the kitchen. I looked around his living room, there were some unpacked boxes, ties, dress shirts, and shoes scattered about along with what I assumed were hockey jerseys.

Joey returned with two bottles of water, handing me one and sitting on the couch. He motioned for me to sit beside him and I obliged "Sorry about the mess."

"Did you just move here?"

Joey nodded "I was traded a couple of weeks ago." he replied as a ringtone went off. Joey rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his pocket "I'm sorry..." he said as he answered it "What Nealer? No. No. I left. Yeah, I made it home fine. None of your business, Nealer. Yeah I'll see you tomorrow. Bye. Sorry about that..."

"It's okay. What's a Nealer?" I asked

Joey laughed "Nealer is one of my teammates. He kind of looks out for me."

"Oh." I smiled "His name is Nealer?"

"No no. James. James Neal. We call him Nealer. Most hockey players have nicknames you see? Usually a play off of the last name ad -er or -y or -ie."

"Oh, I see." I smiled

"Yeah. Nealer has kind of been my over-seer since I got traded here. He's been helping me out a lot and he looks out for me. So he got worried when I was gone."

I smiled "Like a big brother?"

Joey smiled and nodded "Yeah, kinda like that." he said before smirking at me again "So..."

"So." I smiled leaning over and kissing him again. He kissed back and pulled me up into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and continued kissing him "Can you show me your bedroom?" I asked.

Joey nodded and without speaking, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me into his bedroom, "Sorry about the mess..." he said again

"I don't care about the mess." I replied, kissing him. He kissed me back and pulled me down onto the bed with him. I pulled away from our kiss to allow him to pull me shirt off. When he had finished, I reached for the buttons on his shirt undoing them. My hands moved over the toned muscles on his chest and abs as he undid his belt, adjusting to kick his pants off.

Soon enough, we were both down to nothing. He pulled me in for one more kiss before laying back in bed. "Joey, do you..."

As if he knew what I was about to ask, he interrupted "That drawer." he replied nodding towards his night stand. I smiled and reached over, grabbing a condom and carefully putting it over his hard cock. He bit his lower lip as I positioned myself above him, straddling his hips as I slid him inside me.

I always enjoyed being on top at first. I could control the depth and the speed at the beginning. Also, I know the guys enjoy the view of a girl being on top. I smiled softly at him as I steadily moved. His hands lightly gripped my hips as he looked up at me, still wearing that smirk across his face. I smiled and leaned forward, kissing him. His hands moved from my hips, up my stomach, and to my breasts. His hands moved slowly over them, grabbing one of my nipples in between his fingers, and gently squeezing them. I moaned and bucked my hips faster, "Yes, Joey." I moaned

"Brie?" he asked softly. I nodded encouraging him to continue with his question. "Do you want me to be on top now?"

"Yes." I replied kissing him once more before pulling away and carefully getting off of him. Luckily for me his bed was huge. I laid down beside him and without hesitation he was between my legs. Joey gently nudged them apart as he slid his cock back into me. I moaned and gripped onto his forearms as he slowly fucked me. "Oh god. Joey..."

"Do you want all of my cock in you, Brie?" he asked keeping a steady rhythm. I nodded and he smirked, fulling me with his perfect cock. I let out another moan, sliding my nails down his muscled back. "Fuck..." he moaned tilting his head back as he paced himself again. Thrusting inside of me, hitting my spot with each movement.

"Harder." I gasped. He obliged. I could feel I was close and I knew he was too. I moved my hips in sync with him and I felt my legs start to shake as an orgasm ripped through my body "Oh, fuck. Joey!" I screamed as I came. Shortly after, he sped up a little. I heard him mutter more swear words under his breath as he came.

Joey smiled softly at me as he carefully pulled out. Excusing himself to the rest room to discard the cum filled condom. He returned as I was gathering my clothes "You don't have to go."

"I probably should..."

"I can drive you back to your car."

I shook my head and smiled, "I'll get a cab."

Joey tried protesting again, but I fought him and reluctantly agreed to let me get a cab. We both got dressed and chatted on his couch for a while. We exchanged numbers and the cab arrived. He walked me out to the cab and leaned over the door smiling in at me "So when can I see you again?"

"I'll call you." I smiled

Joey nodded before that smirk returned to his face "We can play another round of twenty-one questions."

"Definitely."

Notes

I miss the Preds and in honor of me being a Johansen shirt, I figured this would be a good time to write one:)