Chapter Fourteen

“Please come in,” the superstar said, opening the door to his home wide.

                “Thank you Mr. Ovechkin-”

                “Alex, please,” he interrupted.

                “Alex, I’m Payton,” she said shaking his outstretched hand.  The venue for his photo shoot had changed at the last minute. Mr. Ovechkin, Alex, had made an agreement with the magazine to do the shoot at his home in Arlington, Virginia.  They changed the angle of the story to show everyone what he was like at home. These would not be glamour shots.  They would be simple, every day, real life that she loved most.

It took her about four and a half hours to drive here, not that it bothered her. She was used to driving long distances growing up in Texas.  She’d driven fourteen hours in one weekend just to go back home to see her newest baby nephew’s birth. She loved being in the car, listening to music, with nothing to think about but how much louder could her factory speakers go without blowing.  She spend a lot of her trip with Metallica and AC/DC that day.  She didn’t even start to get nervous until she was knocking on his door. The reporter from the magazine was already here for the interview. He and Alex had been talking in the living room.  Ovechkin’s home was big, light and airy. It was sparce. He didn’t seem to have a decorator, but it was nice. The living room had a comfortable couch set in front of a huge TV.  He had various game systems and a Blue-Ray player. She could see a collection of DVDs as well as games. There were large windows to the south that let in incredible amounts of light. Payton could see a big back yard with large trees. The reporter and Alex continued their conversation as Payton set up her equipment. He was attentive to the reporter, but he occasionally looked in her direction and smiled.  She was a little surprised by his appearance.  It was normal to see Ovie looking like he just got out of bed, but he looked very nice today. His hair was fixed. He had trimmed his scraggly beard. He wore a button up shirt, not a rock star t-shirt. Though, he still wore the holey jeans that made him Ovie.  He looked nice. She never really took notice of how attractive he was. He was just the monster who checked her captain over and over again.  But this guy was different. He smiled, a lot.  His missing tooth didn’t really detract from it. He had striking blue eyes that sparkled when he laughed, like he really meant it. He seemed very genuine in his discussion with the reporter.  And he was big. He was much bigger than she imagined. He was tall, but his shoulders were enormous. She couldn’t recall ever seeing someone that broad.  He had the first three buttons on his shirt open so that there was just a hint of chest hair peeking through.  It reminded her of her shoot with Sid. He was so concerned over those buttons. Well, not anymore. Of course, now he wasn’t sharing his chest with the whole world, just her.

                It had been requested by the magazine that she take shots from his right side, to minimize the broken nose effect. She was to take pictures of him around the house, doing ordinary things. They were looking for the softer more everyday side of Ovie. She had to admit, this was exciting for her. She couldn’t imagine this man cooking or doing his own laundry, taking out the garbage or cleaning the toilet. Well, he probably didn’t do those things often if he did them at all.  The reporter finished up his interview and Alex gave Payton his complete attention.

                “Would you like something to drink, water, coke… vodka?” he added with a smile.

                “No thank you. I’m fine.” It was effortless to return his smile. 

                “Where you want me?” he grinned again.

                “I’m supposed to capture the ‘Everyday Ovie’. What do you do on a normal day?”

                “Get up, take shower, eat, got to practice, eat more, take nap.”  Did he ever stop grinning?

                “What do you do on an off day, when you’re just here at home?”

                “Uh, play video games? Just kidding. Come to kitchen. I make off day breakfast for you.”

                “Really?”

                “Sure, why not?  You promise to try. I promise not to burn.”

                She followed him to the kitchen. It was beautiful. Cherry cabinets lined the walls. There was black granite on the counter tops, including the island in the middle that held the stove.  He pulled a frying pan from the cabinet and set it on the stove. She followed him with her camera, snapping occasionally. He moved to the stainless-steel refrigerator, grabbing eggs, butter, sausage, fresh onions and mushrooms and a jar of salsa.

                “This is secret ingredient.  I love this. This is best thing about food here.”

                She raised her eyebrows at his never ending jubilance. It sure doesn’t take much to make him happy.  He sliced the mushrooms and then decided to leave out the onions. Slicing onions and having pictures taken didn’t go so well together. He cracked the eggs into a bowl.

                “You have to add some water, not milk, water. Then you put this in before cooking,” he splashed some salsa into his mixture. She couldn’t tell if he was serious or just teasing her. He did everything with a smile or a laugh. She got several shots of him cooking. He even burnt his finger and she got a good shot of him with his finger in his mouth.  It wasn’t serious and he didn’t even act like a baby to get her sympathy.

                “You promised to try,” he said when he finished cooking. She placed her camera on the counter and he held the fork out for her to taste. She felt his eyes on her as he held the fork for her.

                “Mmm. Wow, it’s really good.”

                “Of course it is. I would not eat if it wasn’t!” he laughed again and she still felt his eyes looking over her.

                She smiled and grabbed her camera again. He ate a little of the dish and and proceed to wash his dishes.  She just shook her head. She never thought she’d see Alex Ovechkin was dishes.

                “You like hockey?”

                “I love hockey.”

                “Really?” he grinned.  “Who your team?”

                “Heh, we’re need to stop talking hockey right now.”

                “Not Caps?” he laughed.

                “Not Caps. No more hockey talk. I actually like you right now.”

                He raised his eyebrows at her and laughed.  “You no like me before?”

                “You terrorize my team.”

                “Who is team? Maybe I go easy next time,” he smirked and winked at her.

                “Ha, right.  I cannot talk hockey with you and still like you, Alex.”

                He leaned back against the counter wiping his hands on a towel after finishing the dishes.

“You are very pretty. You have boyfriend?”

                She smiled, flushed and nodded her head.

                “I not very lucky today,” he pouted. “Don’t see ring. Maybe I still have chance?” he teased, taking her hand and turning it over in his huge one. 

                “He said you’d hit on me,” she said, taking her hand back slowly.

                “Bet he wasn’t happy you come to my house.”

                She grimaced, “He doesn’t exactly know that part yet.”

                “Oh, he not let you come if he knew?”

                “He wouldn’t have a say,” she said defiantly.  He smiled and motioned for her to follow him.  She followed him as he led her on a tour of the rest of the house.  She could see why other people seemed to flock to him.  He had a gravitational pull all his own.

Chapter Thirteen

                He took her to Chinatown for lunch.  He dressed in a t-shirt and jeans with a generic cap to try to keep a low profile.  She wore shorts and sandals with a teal blue blouse.  She put her hair up in a pony tail that Sid couldn’t seem to keep from tugging on every time he managed to get behind her. 

                “Will you STOP?” she said, exasperatingly fixing it again.  He just laughed at her and shook his head.  They walked quickly through the street, past the little man creating caricatures and she hesitated only long enough to touch the red silk of a kimono as they passed by.  He led her to Ming Yeng where he said they had the best Chinese food he’d ever tasted.  He said they had a lobster dish that was incredible. 

                The day was lovely. She really enjoyed herself, enjoyed just being with Sidney until he was recognized and a mob of people surrounded them.  Suddenly, she found herself separated from him. She wasn’t exactly pushed out of the way, but quickly became just one of the crowd until Tony appeared out of nowhere at her side. He handled the crowd with great skill, not aggressively, but assertive. He organized them in a make shift line and Sid was able to step back and sign a few things. She tucked her hand into his arm and he patted her hand looking down at her with a weak smile. A few minutes later, Tony had the crowd dispersed.

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah, I’m fine. I knew it was like this. I guess I just didn’t expect such a swarm,” she said with a nervous giggle.

                “Usually Tony is with me, but I was hoping we could get on without him for a while.  Guess I was wrong.”  He smiled at Tony and shook his hand in thanks. Tony nodded to them both and fell into step behind them.  They got back to the car and hotel, in turn, without further incident.

                Sidney felt unusually bad about the afternoon and arranged for them to have a romantic dinner in their room. He had bought her that silk kimono that she spotted as a surprise. It was waiting on the bed, wrapped up in a lovely box with a bow. She wanted to wear it for him.  It was beautiful. It was red with gold embroidery scrolling up and down.  She put her long her up in a French twist and put on some long gold earrings. She thought the effect was rather nice. She took a breath and opened the door to join him in the outer suite.

She caught her breath. There were dozens of roses and candles lit all over the room.  He was fiddling with the radio, looking for just the right music.  He settled on some soft jazz and turned to her.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he said softly.

“Is that surprise?” she teased.

“You know better.”

She went to him and slid her hands up the black, cotton oxford that he wore with his black jeans. She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close. She brushed her lips across his and closed her eyes.  He kissed her softly, pressing one hand into her lower back, the other at her neck.

“You didn’t have to do all this, you know.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to salvage what time we have left.”

“What’s to salvage? I had a great day.  I know what you live with. I love you, mobs and all,” she smiled. “I was just a little unprepared.”

“It’s not always like that, you know.”

“Sidney, it doesn’t matter if it is. I’m with you, no matter what.”  He kissed her again and then began swaying with the radio, holding her close. 

“You dance?”

“You sound like you’re shocked.”

“Well, I guess I didn’t think you’d have time for dancing. Hockey takes up so much of your time,” she grinned.

“I didn’t say I was any good.”

He swung her around and dipped her, making her laugh. He kissed her long neck and pulled the pick from her hair, letting it all fall. He picked her up in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom.

“What about dinner?”she said, breathless.

“My dinner’s in here.”

Chapter Twelve

     She woke to the sun shining in through the half-moon window.  Sidney’s slow breathing next to her was so soothing, it almost lulled her back to sleep again.  She watched his chest rise and fall slowly. She ran her fingers across his soft skin from his pecs, across his abs, then below the 650 count sheets that the hotel so kindly provided.  He stirred slightly. She waited for him to settle again before she let her lips follow the same trail.   She slowly ducked her head under the sheets and kissed the soft skin over his hips.  She ran her fingertips across his semi-hard cock and heard him moan. She wrapped her lips around its head and it sprang to life. He moaned again and opened his eyes, gasping. She moved down and nestled between his legs. He reached down and pulled her soft hair away and watched her go down on him, his breath quickening.

                “Oh, baby,” he breathed and licked his lips. She hesitated long enough to smile and say “Good Morning” before plunging down on him again.  She loved the way he tasted.  His precum was just a little salty.  His cock felt velvety against her tongue and lips. She felt his ab muscles clench as he sat up just a little.  She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, then sucked, then tongued him again. His hips were thrusting slightly upward every time she went down on him.  He laid back down closing his eyes.

                “Oh, baby, don’t stop,” he exclaimed. She had no intention of stopping. She was enjoying herself too much. His breathing was getting rapid. She sucked harder, moved faster. He moaned, grabbing the side of the bed, all his muscles tightening. One last thrust from his hips and he came for her.  She drank his cum and licked it off him making sure to get every drop.  He grabbed her, pulled her into his chest and kissed her hard.

                “Oh, God, good morning!” he exclaimed. He kissed her neck and down her shoulder and wrapped her in his strong arms. “I need to wake up with you more often.”

                “You wake up with me plenty,” she laughed.

                “Do I?” he asked. “It feels like ages. I’m so glad you came to be with me.”  He kissed her neck again and it sent shivers through her.

                “Well, I could hardly let you roam the streets of Montreal alone.” 
    
She studied his face, his soft hazel eyes were only slightly green this morning. She ran her finger across his dark eyebrow and brushed a lock of ebony hair from his forehead. He closed his eyes as she brought her fingertips across his high cheek bones, down the bit of stubble along his jaw line and fingered the little scar on his chin.  Her hair fell down over him as she reached in to lick his full lips. He parted his for her and gently pulled her closer.  They shared a long deep kiss that left her light-headed as he rolled her over and trapped her beneath him.

                “We’ll have to roam a little later.  I have other plans right now.”

Chapter Eleven

“              "What is this?” she looked excitedly at the envelope he handed her. 

                “Well, what do they look like?” he grinned.

                “They look like a plane ticket to Montreal and a VIP pass to the Habs game.”

                “Good eye,” he teased.  “You can clear your schedule, right?”

                “Well, yes, but…” she hesitated.

                “The game is Wednesday, we don’t play again until Saturday.  I thought maybe we could spend Thursday in Montreal together, stay in a nice hotel, spend some time together.” 

                “That sounds wonderful.” More like a dream, she thought. 

                “You can sit in the box with Mario and my parents.”

                "WHAT?” she exclaimed incredulously.  “Oh, I’d rather sit with everyone else.”

                “Payton, it’s Montreal. I can’t let you sit alone.”

                “Why not?”

                “You don’t understand. Montreal is not Pens friendly. The Montreal fans are extremely rowdy and very vocal about their animosity for us. I really don’t want you surrounded by them all by yourself.”  She sighed. She knew exactly what he meant. Sometimes fans could be scary. It wasn’t that they just booed and taunted their opponents. There was always one who took it a little too far.

                “But your parents don’t know about me. Mario doesn’t even know yet. Do you really want to spring me on them that way?”

                He considered for a moment. “Maybe Tony could sit with you.”

                “YOU need Tony!” she exclaimed.  “It’s Montreal!”  He just laughed at her.

                In the end, she did sit with all the other fans in the Bell Center.  She even had the courage to wear her captain’s jersey. It helped that she had a 275 pound, hulking Italian sitting next to her. She had finally relented and allowed Sidney to arrange for Tony to sit with her during the game.  Tony had enjoyed himself, for once relying on his team to handle Crosby’s security.  He was still wary, but she caught him smiling and even cheering a time or two.  Sid scored a goal and an assist despite Hal Gill’s attempts to keep him at bay. Geno Malkin played a fantastic game coming through for the Pens with two goals and two assists.  Even Matt Cooke scored with a quick slap shot that no one saw coming.  The Habs spent most of the night in their own end, desperate to defend against the Two-headed Monster of Sid and Geno on the same line.  Poor Brian Gionta made a valiant effort, but the final horn still sounded with the Pens up 4-2.

                Tony had delivered Payton to the Marriot Chateau Champlain after the game.  She was now seated on a beautiful, burgundy, Victorian settee in a Concierge Suite looking out a half-moon window at an incredible view of downtown Montreal. There was a huge, mahogany king-sized bed in the other room dressed with gold and burgundy bedding. She’d never been in a room so beautiful, so luxurious. The lights of downtown Montreal twinkled in the dark. It was an enchanting view.  Suddenly, Sid burst through the door.  He crossed the room in three quick steps and swept her up into his arms.  He kissed her hard and deep, leaving her a little dizzy.

                “What did you think of THAT game, baby?” he exclaimed. He was definitely wired. He felt like there was an electric current coursing through him as she brushed her hands across his chest.

                “It was great,” she breathed, licking her lips and gazing hungrily at his.  He kissed her again, hard. She responded to his excitement, tugging at his tie, and sliding the end through the knot.  He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.  She scooted up to the head of the bed as he flung the bed clothes away.  He was on her in seconds, various pieces of clothing disposed of quickly and irreverently.  He kissed down her neck and held her wrists down against the mattress. He raised his head and looked over at her naked body beneath him.  He grinned and licked his lips, remembering how she’d confessed that the simple act made her want him like nothing else.  He dove down and sucked at her nipple, spreading her legs with his knee. He released one of her wrists and slid his hand between her legs. She gasped and moaned as he fingered her clit.  He continued relentlessly as she got wetter and wetter until he finally could wait no longer and slammed his hard cock into her with enough force to make her cry out. 

                “Oh Sidney,” she moaned and bit at his neck. She kissed and sucked on it until he made his way back up to her mouth. She kissed him fiercely, overcome with her passion for him.  She wrapped her fingers into his hair and raised her hips to meet his thrusts.  He grabbed he wrist again pressing it back down to the bed. He pushed up getting better leverage and slammed into her over and over, faster and faster. His breath came faster and faster, her heart beat in time with his. Her orgasm exploded up her spine, rocking her harder than ever before.  He came inside her moments later, grunting and moaning with his own.  He lie on her, his body limp with exhaustion. She ran her fingers through his dark hair lovingly.

                “I love you,” she heard him whisper quietly into her ear.  She was overwhelmed with emotion. She grasped his face in her hands and gazed into those beautiful hazel eyes.

                “I love you, Sidney,” she whispered back and kissed him gently as a tear slowly fell from her cheek.

Chapter Ten

Tony had a somber look as he walked into the locker room. He’d been talking with Pat Brisson, Sidney’s agent, and there seemed to be an issue. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. Sidney caught the look on Tony’s face and they moved to a quieter corner of the room.


“What is it?”

“We got another one.”

“Your sure? I mean, it’s the same person?” Sidney questioned.

“Yes, we’re sure. I don’t like this Sid. I think we need to put someone on the house and,” he hesitated, “your parents, too.”

“My parents? You think they could be in danger?”

“Sid, your parents are very open. Anyone can find their house. Anyone can follow them around, or for that matter, Taylor too.”

Tony’s news filled Sidney with dread. The first letter was unsettling. Someone had sent an irate letter to Pat’s office, threatening Sidney. It was vulgar and angry, describing what the author deemed as Sidney’s crimes. Pat had not wanted Sidney to see it. He had spoken to Tony, who had in turn spoken to a friend of his who was a psychologist and regularly dealt with threatening correspondence in his work with the Pittsburgh Police Department. Dr. Roundtree had not thought it was a joke. It was a very advanced form of threat and he was interested in finding out if Pat had received others that could have possibly come from the same man. Usually, these kinds of threats started angry and then escalated. He had told Tony to take this threat seriously. Now, there was another letter. This one was graphic, a dissertation again on Sidney’s crimes and the punishment that the author intended to dish out when he caught up with him.

“Do it. I want them protected,” Sidney was not just annoyed at this anymore. He was scared. And he was mad.

“There’s something else we need to talk about,” Tony said. Sid waited and listened. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with someone without me around. We need to consider what to do about her.”

“No one knows about her yet, not even my family. Is she in danger?”

“You are at her place often. He could follow you there as easily as anywhere. I want you to let me drive you until we get this situation under control. I think we should put someone on her place, too.”

“Okay, but I don’t want her to know. I don’t want her to be scared and then this turns out to be nothing. She shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

Tony scowled. This didn’t sound like a good plan to him. However, Sid had a point. She shouldn’t have to be scared. A roar of laughter from the other side of the room ended their conversation.

“Max, you brought him with you?” Letang exclaimed.

“What? Who could resist that face?” protested Max and he lifted the pup’s chin and talked to him as if he was a baby. “He’s a pretty pup.”

“You still peddling that dog?” Sid asked, resting his hand on the pup’s head.

“Frank can’t keep him and I can’t take him. Look at that face,” he said again, giving his own puppy dog eyes to Sid. Sid laughed at him and shook his head.



Sid took his time getting to Payton’s. He wanted to make sure there was no one following him. Tony was irritated that Sid wanted to take his own car. Sid only had so much freedom and his Navigator was one of the things he did not want to relinquish. They had compromised and Tony had gone straight to Payton’s to watch her place for a few hours until the security team could be put together to take over surveillance.

“Hey Baby?” Sid called peering in through her door. The studio was quiet and appeared empty.

“I’m upstairs.”

His lips curved into a sly smile and he put a finger to his lips and said, “Shhh.” He snuck through the studio area and out to the back porch, encouraging his new friend outside. He then hurried up the stairs.

“Hey Baby,” he said with a kiss. She beamed up at him welcoming the break from the paperwork spread out across the bed.

“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you so soon.”

“Well, I have a surprise,” he grinned. She raised her eyebrows and took his extended hand. He led her downstairs and her eyes got wide as she glimpsed his surprise through the glass door. She gave him a questioning look.

“He needs a home and I thought since I‘m gone so much that maybe you might like the company.”

He was a beautiful, blue-eyed Siberian Husky pup, approximately four months old. He had huge paws and long, gangly legs. He was peering in through the door with his tongue hanging out.

“He’s adorable!! Where did you get him?” She opened the door and he bounded in. She bent down to stroke his fur.

“Max’s brother Frank got him a couple of months ago, but it seems his wife has a really bad allergy and they can’t keep him. Max has been shopping him around the locker room.”

“What’s his name?”

“They were calling him Chuck.”

“Chuck?! What kind of name is that?” The pup tilted his head in response to his name being called. “Look, not even he likes it!”

“Well, name him what you want.”

There came a loud knock on the door. “Chuck” bristled and expelled a low growl. Sid smiled.

“Oh, he’s a tough guy, huh?” Payton exclaimed. Sid went to get the door while she occupied the pup. He was very interested in who was at the door and did not take his attention from the delivery boy until Sid closed the door and came back.

“I could call him Crosby,” she grinned.

“Oh, no you can’t. I don’t want you yelling my name when he chews up the rug!”

She gave him an exaggerated pout. “Well, he’s a tough guy and he has big blue eyes, how about Brooks?” Brooks was the team’s star defensemen with piercing blue eyes.

“You seriously want to name my dog Brooks?”

“I thought he was my dog.”

“He’s our dog.” Our dog, she liked the way that sounded.

“Well, Max has blue eyes, too. We could call him Max.”

“Brooks is fine,” he said defeated.

Chapter Nine

She lay still on her bed after the tears subsided. She stared out the window and watched the clouds float by. She refused to let her eyes encounter his recliner, refused to think about him sitting there smiling at her. She was numb and she wanted to stay that way. She’d heard him leave earlier and that just made her cry all the more. She’d never seen him like that, so angry. She didn’t understand. She’d obviously misjudged the animosity he felt toward Alex. But that he would think that she could possibly have any attraction for him just made her ache. How could he think that? She thought she’d made it clear how much she loved him. The only thing she felt for Alex Ovechkin was a little pity. He was always compared to Sidney and Sid had put an end to his dreams on more than one occasion. Sidney always won.


She heard the door. He was back. She held her breath. She suddenly became aware of every little sound. She heard the clink of his keys in the ceramic bowl by the door. She heard the rustle of a plastic bag being laid on the table. She heard the glass door to the deck slide open. She heard the muffled shit he exclaimed as he dropped something metallic on the deck floor. What was he doing?

Her curiosity got the better of her and she quietly went down stairs. He was kneeling near the wall scraping white paste over a fairly large hole that had been covered in wire mesh. He had obviously spilled some of the white powder when mixing. His arms were dusted in it. It gave the hair on his forearms a luminous quality. He finally noticed her and gave her a weak, abashed smile.

“The guy at the hardware store said this was how to do it, but I guess I’m not very good at it,” he said quietly, like a little boy who had gotten in trouble.

“I could help you with that. I’ve done it before,” she offered smiling softly at him.

“Why does that not surprise me?” He’d risen from his knees and now held out the spackling knife toward her with a timid smile on his lips.

“So… you put a hole in my wall.”

At least he had the good manners to look ashamed.

“I’m so sorry, Payton,” he said, reaching for her and pulling her close. “Please forgive me.”

That was all she could take. Earlier, it had hurt so much thinking he didn’t have faith in her. Now as he held her in his arms, she knew that it couldn’t really be the case. She leaned back and took his face in her hands, drew him down to her and kissed him firmly on the lips. He kissed her back, first soft and then deeper until she was weak in the knees. She held him tight, nestling her face into his neck. She was close to tears again. He ran his fingers into her hair.

“Baby, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I will never do that again. I’ll never interfere in your work no matter what jerk your working with.”

She looked up at him, the tears threatening to break through without her consent. “Don’t you know I love you more than anything? Don’t you trust me?”

“Yes, I do know and I do trust you. I … I just didn’t… I couldn’t stand the idea of you being in a position where you’d have to fend him off.”

“Do you really think he’s going to come in here with an entourage to do a spread for a magazine and come on to me? He’s coming to get his pictures taken, not to get laid.”

“I really don’t think he would make the distinction.”

She mouth dropped open and she looked at him incredulously. “I really had no idea you felt that way.” She paused and then added, “I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be. I was an ass. Photo shoots are your job. I have no business commenting on your clientele.”

“It is just my job. Sidney, if you don’t want me to do it, I can cancel. This would be good for my career, but you are so much more important to me than that. If it means that much to you, I won’t do it.” It came out in much more of a pleading way than she intended, but she found that she actually meant every word.

“I would never ask that of you. I’ll be okay. I overreacted. But will you do me a favor?”

She looked up at him questioningly.

“Don’t offer the recliner.”

Chapter Eight

The next few weeks were a world-wind for Payton. She was busy with photo sessions, hockey games and Sid when he was in town. Today was her first day to just relax the whole week. Now the kitchen sink was clogged. It was always something. Payton was pretty handy, but she hated messing with the plumbing. It was just disgusting. She was busy under the counte,r tinkering with the u-bend when Sid came in.


“What are you doing?”

“The sink’s clogged.”

“Did you call a plumber?”

“What for? I can fix it.”

“You can?” he asked incredulously.

“I think so. It’s just a clogged drain.” The u-bend that she’d been struggling with finally let go and the sink drained into a dishpan she had placed below. She got up from under the sink drying her hands and gave Sid a peck on the cheek.

“That’s gross. Don’t touch me with those hands until you wash,” he said, backing away from her with his hands up.

“You’re such a baby,” she laughed at him, grabbing the sanitizer from the countertop.

“I can’t believe you fixed that. New career for you, huh?” he grinned.

“Shut up,” she said wrapping her arms around him.

“What? I have to say I’d rather see this ass,” he said grasping her rear in both palms, “poking out at me from under the counter, than most plumbers I’ve seen.”

She rolled her eyes at him and pushed his hands away. She returned to her work while he fixed himself something to eat. He noticed her day planner sitting on the kitchen table.

“I thought you were taking today off,” he said.

“That was from yesterday. I got another shoot coming up.”

“You’re shooting Alex Ovechkin?” he said, incredulously, thumbing through the calendar.

“Yeah,” she said exclaimed. “His agent called, said he liked the spread in Vanity Fair. He wanted me to do some of Alex for a spread they're doing in The Hockey News."

He snorted. She was clearly excited about it. And he didn’t like the way she said Alex. Ovechkin was a jackass. He was naturally dynamic, but irreverent, on and off the ice. And women fawned all over him. He didn’t want her to be on a first name basis with him.

“What?” she responded to the frown on his face.

“Have you even been watching my games? He practically made me a permanent part of the dasher boards on Thursday,” he exclaimed. The rivalry between them had been really heating up this season. Ovechkin had been even more physical than usual. He’d seemed to be making a point of coming after him, almost as if things had gotten personal. Sidney at the end of his patience.

“Of course, I know that. I was screaming at him through the TV, but what’s that got to do with this?” She hadn’t expected this reaction from him. It always seemed that he and Alex were friendly off the ice. Sid always left it on the ice. He knew it was a game and that was the way the game was played. She never imagined he would have any objections. She’d been so excited. The Vanity Fair spread was bringing in so much business. Her career had really started moving forward in a way she hadn’t expected. Ovechkin’s wasn’t the only sports agent calling her.

He looked away from her. His jaw was flexing and she knew he was grinding his teeth. He couldn’t possibly be jealous. She took a step forward and ran her hands up his strong chest. He grabbed her hands.

“I’m sure he’ll be more than willing to take his shirt off for you,” he said sarcastically.

“What? You can’t be serious. I take whatever shots the magazine wants. I really don’t have any control over it this time. The magazine sent over some strict guidelines.”

“Translation - he will have his shirt off and who knows what else!” He stepped away from her. Anger was building up in the pit of his stomach.

“Sidney, what is wrong with you?” She couldn’t believe he was acting this way. Didn’t he trust her at all?

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he cried venting his frustration. “I’m not the one who takes whatever he wants, whenever he wants it without regard for anyone else! Ovechkin’s a dick and if you think I’m going to let him come in here and take advantage of you, you’re dead wrong. I’m going to be here.”

“The hell you are,” she was getting upset now. “I don’t have any issues where Alex is concerned. I’m not going to be manipulated by him or anyone else. You cannot be here. I can’t do my job with you here scowling and making everyone uncomfortable.”

He winced as she called Ovechkin by his first name again. That made him absolutely crazy. “Alex is very charming and persuasive. Before you even realize what’s happening, he’ll have you manipulated over the back of the couch!”

Her jaw dropped and she just stood there. It felt like he’d slapped her. “Do you really think you mean that little to me?” she finally said in a quiet voice. She had a knot in the pit of her stomach. She brushed passed him and shook off his hand as he tried to grab her arm. “I don’t want to talk to you about this anymore.”

“Payton,” he called after her. But she refused to stop and hurried up the stairs to the bedroom. “FUCK,” he yelled and punched the studio wall putting a large hole in the delicate drywall. He knew she was crying. She’d managed to get to the bedroom before the tears came, but he knew it anyway. She thought he didn’t trust her. How could he make her understand? He did trust her. He knew she loved him. But Ovechkin was a player and he was damn good at it too. He didn’t want her to have to put up with crap like that. She was his. He was supposed to protect her from the likes of Alexander Ovechkin. He looked at the hole in the wall, frowned and grabbed his keys. Now he had to go off to the hardware store to find out how to fix the wall. Fucking Ovechkin.

Chapter Seven

“Why didn’t we stay on the boat?” she asked looking up at him and quickly added, “I’m just curious. I’m completely happy with the way things worked out. I’m just surprised that you wanted to come back here.”


He looked at her and smiled, eyed her suspiciously and demanded, “Promise not to laugh.” She looked at him perplexed and nodded. “I wanted to live the dream.”

“Dream?”

“The one I’ve had since I first sat in that chair.” He motioned to the recliner in the corner. She raised her eyebrows at him and smiled. “Do you remember wishing me luck and I said all the luck I needed was for you to wear my jersey?” She nodded at him, playing absentmindedly with a short curl at the base of his neck.

“You got a hat trick that night.”

“That was the first night I dreamt of you.”

“Was tonight like the dream?” she asked, hoping she lived up to his expectations.

“In all the ways that matter, even better in others.” He brushed his lips across her neck, remembering the taste of her skin in his dream.

“What was different?”

“You were wearing my jersey,” he saw her eyes widen. “And nothing else.” She reached up, pulled him close and gently kissed his lips.

“That can be arranged,” she whispered.

He laughed and kissed her again. "Too late now,” he said and he pushed himself onto her again, entering her immediately. She gasped and moaned softly raising her hips to meet him as he plunged as deep as he could into her. He loved that he could make her moan that way. He knew she was older than him, but she certainly made him feel like he was doing everything right or at least the way she liked it. Hell, she made him feel like Superman. Her body responded to the slightest touch. He felt her rise against him and push his chest away from her. What, did she want him to stop? She pushed him down on his back. She rolled over on top of him straddling him. She wiggled her hips down onto his cock and now he was the one to let out a moan. She pushed against his chest again leaning back. She tossed her hair back behind her lifting her eyes to the ceiling, arching her back. Her breasts bounced slightly as she impaled herself repeatedly. He fondled them momentarily, but decided he was quite content to watch them dance. He dropped his hands to her hips, across her abdomen and slid his thumb through her bush and rubbed her clit. Her moans increased as he fingered her while she continued to crash down on his throbbing cock. She pushed back on his knees spread them slightly allowing her to lean even further back. He fingered her faster as her hip motions changed from up and down to a circular motion. Her long hair cascaded across his legs. Suddenly, he arched his own hips up as he felt her hand grab his balls. She squeezed gently and then let go and repeated the process. He groaned deep in his throat as he felt his own orgasm begin to shake him. He quickly thumbed her clit willing her to come with him. She cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her. He grabbed her hips and slammed upward as hard as he could. His whole body shook. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him, kissing her hard and slamming his rod into her with his last ounce of strength. His orgasm roared through him as he erupted hot spunk into her like a thunderous wave. He collapsed under her. She clung to him as she recovered from her own climax. Her hair fell all around him like a silky blanket. She whispered his name in his ear. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. He was spent yet he felt like he could move a mountain if she asked him to. She kissed his neck and rolled off of him, both of them breathing hard.

“Wow.” He squeaked out. They laughed together. He rolled over and propped his head on his elbow. He brushed a stray hair off her cheek and kissed it gently. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“No, thank you,” she laughed, making her breasts bounce again. That will never get old. He brushed his fingers across her nipple. She quickly grabbed his hand stopping him. “Surely, you’re satisfied by now?” she exclaimed. He laughed at her.

“Completely,” he assured her, kissing her softly.

She rolled over on her side away from him. He snuggled up next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. She closed her eyes and smiled. She rested her hand on his. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She was so happy, so completely content, but something crept into her mind trying to steal her bliss. She took a deep breath.

“Will you stay?” she asked quietly, stroking his strong hands.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered entwining his fingers in hers. She smiled happily to herself and brought his hand up to her chest and held it there until she fell asleep.

Chpater Six

      She stood at the door fumbling with the key as she tried to get it into the lock. He slipped his hand over hers and took the keys from her. He unlocked the door and swung it open. She stepped through expecting him to follow, but when she turned back he was still at the threshold. She looked up into his eyes suddenly nervous, afraid that this magical night was actually over.


“Would you like to come in?” she asked, searching his face for clues as to his intention. He smiled at her and stepped inside. She closed the door after him and threw the bolt. He was standing very close to her when she turned around. He stepped toward her backing her into the door. He raised his left hand to rest it against the door. He lifted his right hand and grazed her cheek with the back of his fingers. The sensation of his fingers running softly across her skin sent a chill down her back. She felt her nipples harden.

He watched her face as he pressed his body into hers, pinning her against the door. He watched her eyes close with a sigh, her back arching involuntarily to him. It turned him on more than he cared to admit. He was overwhelmed by the soft scent of vanilla and the taste of strawberry when he kissed her. He could have his dream. His pulse quickened so that he was afraid he might not ever be able to calm down. He leaned into her harder, sliding his left hand over her knee, pushing the hem of her dress up her thigh. He forced her legs apart to accommodate his hips. He nuzzled her neck kissing and teasing a line from the base to just beneath her jaw with his tongue. He smothered her mouth with his and kissed her hard. He felt her fingers travel through his hair. It thrilled him that she held him so tightly. He was sure she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

     Suddenly, he stepped back from her. She was bewildered. Had she done something wrong? She was dizzy with his kisses and didn’t want them to stop. Her heart was beating so fast, she could hardly catch her breath. Just as suddenly, he swept her up into his arms and carried her up the stairs. He made quick time of it and before she realized it, he lay her softly on her bed. He stood and began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the tail from his waistband.

“Let me help you with that,” she said quietly, rising and running her hands across his chest and hands to the buttons. He dropped his hands to her shoulders and gathered her hair in his fingers. Her delicate fingers nimbly manipulated the buttons and she slid her hands onto his chest under the shirt. She pushed it up and off his broad shoulders and he dropped his arms so she could slide it off of him. She could feel his excitement match her own like electricity sparking under her touch. She bit her lip as her eyes traveled across his upper body. He was so beautiful. From his incredible shoulders to his solid, muscular chest to his firm abs, he was flawless. She felt him trace the low neckline of her dress with both hands. He fumbled with the tiny buttons in the center with his large fingers. He managed to get three unbuttoned before sighing.

     “You couldn’t have picked a dress with more tiny buttons!” he exclaimed with a laugh. She laughed with him and covered his hands with hers pulling them away. She slid her fingers under the neck of the dress and pushed it off of her shoulders. It slid down to her waist, resting momentarily on her hips before she urged it further. It landed in a puddle on the floor. She stood before him in the same light blue lace bra he’d gotten a glimpse of the first day. She had on delicate lace panties to match. Her body was tan and firm, but with curves in all his favorite places. He could almost be content to just stand there and look at her. Her long, chocolate hair fell across her shoulders, and mixed with the light blue of the lace, gave an exhilarating contrast to her golden skin. She was biting her lip in the most fascinating way. She's nervous. He smiled to himself and pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around his waist, running her fingers up his strong back. He loved the feel of her fingers on his skin. He traced the strap of her bra and pushed it off her shoulder. He kissed her from shoulder to the swell of her breast. He pulled the lace away revealing the rose-colored nipple beneath already aroused. He ran his tongue across it making it stiffen all the more. He covered it with his mouth, sucking and licking, reveling in the soft moans he heard from deep inside her. In one swift movement, he flipped the fastener on the bra and wrestled it from her tossing it to the floor. He pushed her down to the bed while she fumbled with the leather belt that entrapped him. He unfastened his slacks and quickly pushed them over his hips where they joined her dress on the floor. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed and lifted her thighs around him so he could nestle between her legs.

     She groaned as she felt how hard his cock was against her. She’d never wanted a man this way in her entire life. She wanted him inside her now. She wanted him to take whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her long and hard, crashing deep into her over and over again. She reached down to push her panties away, but he grabbed her hands. He leaned over her pushing her hands up over her head and held her wrists together in his left hand. He teased her nipples endlessly. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue flashed over her tender nipple making it harder and harder. His strong fingers toyed with the other, tugging softly then flicking it with his middle finger over and over. She could feel his cock pressing into her thigh as he taunted her with his hips. Finally, he let his right hand travel across her stomach sending chills through her. He slid his hand between her legs and caressed the lace that kept her wet pussy from him. He slowly rubbed her through her panties, teasing her making her wetter and wetter. He slid his finger under the lace pulling it away slightly. He traced her pussy lips with his fingertip and teased her clitoris. She couldn’t keep from whimpering with desire. He slowly pushed his finger inside her and then back out and back in again as he thumbed her clit tantalizingly. He added a second finger. It was becoming unbearable.

     Her last moan was all he needed to push him over the edge. He pulled back from her and ripped the lace from her hips. He reached down and freed his throbbing cock from his boxer briefs. He couldn’t think of anything else but crashing it into her hard and deep. But an expectant whimper from her stopped him just as the tip of his cock touched her pussy lips. No, not now. Not the first time. She deserved more than being fucked by a rutting bull moose. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

     NO! He stopped. He hovered over her visibly shaking. Why? Why did he stop? Her mind was racing as fast as her heart. She could see the effort it took him to stop. She couldn’t understand why he would do that to himself, to her.
     “Sid,” she whispered. All at once, he slid down to his knees and plunged his face between her legs. She gasped. She did her best to keep from crying out as he sucked at her clit wrapping his lips around it like he did her nipples. He slowly released her and licked her up and down and returned again to her clit teasing gently. He took turns sucking and licking it back and forth with his tongue, devouring her as if he would never eat again. He had started quickly but now was moving tortuously slow. She could not keep a series of moans from escaping her lips.

     He smiled against her before letting his tongue continue its journey. He would happily do this all day, especially if it elicited that kind of response. Her breathing was becoming erratic and her hips began to buck faster against his mouth. He knew she was close. He ran his hand along her inner thigh to let his fingers join his tongue in the assault. He slowly slipped his finger inside her as he sucked her clit. The sound of her cry was music to his ears. She grabbed his head, not pulling him, but holding him firmly. She raised her hips further, rocking back and forth, fucking his mouth. He quickened the pace of his fingers and sucked harder. He reached his hand up under her leg and flicked her right nipple.

     “Oh, God! Sidney! Don’t stop... Please, don’t stop!”

Her hips froze, all her muscles seized and convulsed simultaneously. He had slid his tongue as far into her as he could and was drunk on the power of her orgasm. Her body began to relax, but he continued to lap at her sweetness until she was completely limp and her breathing began to slow. He kissed her inner thigh softly. He kissed the tender skin just above her bush. He kissed each hip. He nestled his face in each breast until she impatiently pulled his face to hers. She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue into his mouth and locking her fingers behind his head. Her incredibly passionate kiss left him all the more breathless as she finally released him. He kissed down her neck again taking in the musky scent of her sex and the soft vanilla that lingered on her skin. He slid his hand under her back and pulled her up to the head of the bed. He knelt above her and watched her appraising his stiff cock. She raised her hand to reach for it, but he stopped her.

     “Not yet,” he breathed heavily. It had taken all his strength not to come while he ate her. He’d been so very close. After her kiss, he was struggling once again not to plunge deep inside her and explode immediately. She reached up and stroked his chest, running her fingernail across his sensitive nipple.

     “Don’t, baby,” he gasped. “I want you so bad. Just… just give me a minute, okay? I… I want to take my time.” He closed his eyes. Looking at her beautiful naked body lying beneath him did nothing to help him calm down. When he finally felt in control of himself again, he opened his eyes to find her searching his face.

     “You’re so beautiful,” she said with a hint of awe in her voice. He couldn’t help but laugh a little.

     “That’s just what I was thinking,” he answered her quizzical look. He leaned down over her still keeping his weight on his arms and kissed her. He pressed his hips against her and smiled. She looked up at him and bit her bottom lip.

     “That’s dangerous,” he said resting more of his weight on his left elbow and brushed his thumb across her lip.

     “What do you mean?”

     “It’s very sexy. I can’t be held responsible for my actions when you do that.”

     She grinned up at him and bit her lip again. He kissed her again, softly at first, then deeply. She could feel his hard cock against her thigh and it made her mad with desire. She ran her hand along his side. He shuddered as her fingers traveled across his ribs. She kneaded his firm buttocks and raised her knees to bring him closer to her. He spent an eternity tasting and teasing her nipples again.

     “Oh, Sidney, please…,” she gasped when he finally brought the tip of his cock up to her moist slit. Slowly, he pressed the tip inside her. She let out a deep breath and spread her knees further to accommodate him. He moved slowly, inch by inch, excruciatingly content to torture her with his patience. She raised her hips taking him in more quickly. Further and further he pushed. Finally, he was deep inside her. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. He pulled back slightly, and then pushed in again. He pulled back more and pushed in harder all the while gazing into her eyes. His pace quickened and she arched her back and closed her eyes. He smothered her mouth again, forcing his tongue inside as he forced his cock into her.

     God, she feels so good. She was so wet and tight around his throbbing cock. He forced himself to go slow. He wanted this to last a long time. He was going to make this an unforgettable night for them both. She had completely surrendered to him, making him crazy when she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. She arched her back again which presented him with her breasts as if they were offered to him. He would never refuse this gift. He pulled her nipple into his mouth sucking and thrusting simultaneously. She was moaning again. He couldn’t resist it. As he plunged harder and deeper, her moans became louder and more insistent. She pressed her fingertips against him hard. He felt her nails against the skin of his back. Dig in baby. You’re in for a hell of a ride. He picked up speed, thrusting harder and faster. Another moan escaped her lips and urged him onward.

     “Oh, yes, Sidney faster, faster.” He was more than happy to consent to her command. He added his own groans to hers. He rested more of his weight on his left elbow to get better leverage. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He could feel her heels against his skin and it made him so crazy to know she still had them on. He quickened his pace again. She pushed her fingers up into his hair.

     “Harder… oh yes, harder!” she cried out. He linked his arm under her knee pushing it forward. He slammed into her hard and fast, over and over. Her body was on fire. He was stoking her until the heat threatened to engulf her. She could feel another orgasm rage within her. Every move he made fanned the flame. His hard cock was lapping at her insides as he pounded her flesh. God, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.

     “Yes, yes, ooooh, yes!” she screamed with her climax. He slammed into her twice more before came, his seed streaming into her with a vain hope of extinguishing the flame. He visibly shook as her body convulsed around him. She couldn’t believe he made her come again so quickly. Her orgasm left her tingling all over.

     “Payton,” he moaned softly before rolling off of her out of breath. As her own strength returned, she rolled onto her side toward him. She watched his chest rise and fall as his breathing slowed. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He was glistened slightly with sweat. His dark hair fell down toward his brow. He had his eyes closed. His lashes were dark against his skin. She watched him lick his lips and smile slightly. Nothing in the world would ever turn her on more than that sight. He breathed deeply and opened his eyes, glancing in her direction. He smiled and chuckled.

     “You are amazing,” he said. “Come here.” She snuggled up against him laying her head on his chest as he put his arm around her. She sighed with contentment.

     “You are,” she whispered. He was so warm against her. She lay dazed in the afterglow, grazing her fingertips across his stomach. The steady beating of his heart was lulling her to sleep. She must have briefly dozed because the sensation of his fingers against her hair woke her. She ran her hand gently across his pecs. He sighed and kissed her forehead. She could lie here forever content in his arms mulling over the most amazing night of her life.

Chapter Five

     She tried on at least five different outfits, carelessly tossing the rejects onto the bed. If she didn’t keep her nerves in check, she was going to have to bathe again! Nothing seemed to be good enough. Either it was too casual or too dressy. Nothing fit for a date with Sidney Crosby. Her stomach flip-flopped at the thought. She finally decided on a silky black dress with silver buttons down the front. It was casual, but nice and she dressed it up more with silver, strappy high heels. She spent the last few minutes of her time hanging her rejects back in the closet. She didn’t usually bother. She didn’t usually care to bring anyone back home with her. She went downstairs to wait for him and busied herself with a few minimal chores in the kitchen. Time went slower and slower every time she glanced at the clock. She couldn’t help but be nervous. She hadn’t been on a date in a long time, much less with someone like him. She took a deep breath and walked out onto the deck. It was a cool night. There was a slight breeze dancing around the bottom of her dress. She was just about to sit down on the cedar bench when the bell rang. Oh, God, he’s here!


He fidgeted with his collar on the doorstep. He wanted it to be special tonight, finally deciding to forgo the comfort of jeans for his navy blue suit. He’d omitted the tie. He didn’t think she’d mind. He didn’t want to be that formal. He wore the same blue button-down that he’d worn for the photo shoot, since she’d liked it. He’d spent quite a bit of time planning the evening, setting everything in motion. Finally, he’d had to trust that Tony would make everything right. His security guard knew him pretty well and clearly knew Sid wanted this to be special. Normally, Tony spent his time on tactical reconnaissance. But he wasn’t too bad when it came to romance. He was Italian, after all. As much as Sid hated to relinquish control to anyone, he had faith in Tony. He took a deep breath after pushing the doorbell, waiting for her to come to the door. He heard the lock snap back and the door opened.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” she breathed, taking the single, red rose that he had extended toward her. She brushed the flower across her lips and inhaled. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“You look beautiful.” He followed her inside and let his eyes travel over her. The hem of her dress brushed the back of her knees enticingly as she walked. Her legs were bare and tan, her calves firm and sexy in her strappy heels. She wore her hair down and loose and absentmindedly brushed a stray lock back behind her ear. Her dress had a low neckline, but it was not immodest and it had at least thirty tiny buttons down the front.

“Lots of buttons, huh?” he grinned, fingering the top button of her dress. “You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you?”

She gazed up into his eyes and smirked, “Where’s the fun in that?”

He slid his hand up her neck and pulled her closer. He lightly brushed his lips across hers in a teasing kiss and quickly drew away from her. She groaned in protest, making him laugh. He took her hand and led her outside to the car.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. Be patient. We’re almost there.” He’d taken her hand when they got on the road. She’d gotten a thrill in the pit of her stomach at his touch. He looked amazing, so nice in his suit. He looked so good in blue. She was excited by his surprise, but it was maddening not knowing. They’d been driving away from the city for twenty minutes already. Where could he be taking her? He turned right and slowly drove the Navigator into a lot near the marina. He stopped the car and hurried around to open the door for her. She took the hand he offered and surveyed the marina. They passed many beautiful boats as he led her down the pier to the dock. She was amazed at the size of some of the sailboats. She had no idea that they could be that big. Momentarily distracted by a fancy, glittery red speedboat, she stumbled as he stopped short in front of a large yacht. It was a huge cruiser. It had to be at least 120 feet. It twinkled with fairy lights that surrounded the railing.

“Oh,” she gasped, as he led her up the gangplank to the aft deck. “Is this yours?”

“No, I have it for the evening,” he said as Tony appeared through the sliding glass door that led to the salon. He nodded a greeting to her and Sidney and set about casting off. Sidney led her into the salon. It was a huge room with a cream-colored couch along the port side that could easily hold ten people comfortably. There were large windows circling the room so there would be a view from every seat. It was decorated in silvers and creams with metallic accents and a beautiful light oak veneer. She’d never been on a yacht before and was overwhelmed by the fact that they were actually on a boat.

“How about a tour?” he asked and took her hand again. She suppressed a grin at the way he said 'about' with just a hint of Canadian accent. She loved to listen to him speak. He led her through the salon to a formal dining room. There was a large crystal vase of lilies set in the center of the mahogany table, but there were no place settings. He opened the door to starboard of the dining area and motioned her through. The corridor had three exits.

“That leads to the pilothouse,” he pointed to the five-step stairway that came first. Then he pointed to the second, “This one leads to a lower deck.” He stepped down onto the semi circular stairwell, leading her by the hand. It was a lovely covered deck of teak that was completely open for an amazing view. Again, there was a table to accommodate outdoor dining. It was set with a single orchid. The boat pulled away from the dock and she bobbled on her heels as it picked up speed. He took her in his arms and steadied her. He wrapped his fingers through her hair and couldn’t suppress the desire to kiss her neck. She smelled so good. He smiled. Vanilla. She wrapped her arms around him and lay her head on his chest until the boat achieved a steady speed. He led her back the stairs and down to the end of the corridor. They stepped into the galley. Suddenly, he covered her eyes with the palm of his large hand.

“Oops, sorry, you can’t see this. We’re just going pass through here.” He kept his hand over her eyes as he continued to lead her forward her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. He removed his hand as they passed through another door and revealed the master stateroom.

“Wow,” escaped her lips before she was able to stop it. He grinned down at her.

“That’s what I thought, too.” There was a king sized bed in the center covered in a cream-colored damask comforter. There was a chocolat,e faux mink blanket at the foot and a variety of cream and chocolate accented pillows. The carpet was deep and plush and the same cream that she’d seen throughout. There was a leather club chair to the side made of the same chocolate brown to match the room. There were six, large port holes to port and starboard to give an abundance of natural light.

“There’s a walk-in closet there,” he pointed to the far side of the room, “and through here,” he opened another door, “is the master bath.”

Again, it was incredible. There were ebony veneered cabinets with granite countertops and glass shower in the center. She had to remind herself again that she was on a boat. She followed him back out into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and let his eyes travel over her. She caught his gaze and bit her bottom lip with a sigh. She stood in front of him and stroked the line of his jaw leaning closer. She brushed her lips across his and he opened his mouth to hers. She slid her fingers to the back of his neck and ran them through his silky hair. He ran his hand up her arm and stopped at her neck. He gently pushed her back from him slightly.

“You’re going to have to stop that or the special dinner I planned is going to get cold,” he breathed, his lips still grazing hers. She took a deep breath, taking in the smell of him, the taste of him. She closed her eyes and sighed, stepping back from him so he could lead her back out of the bedroom. He led her back through the galley again covering her eyes so as to avoid spoiling the surprise. It smelled wonderfully of saffron and other spices that she couldn’t identify. Now she was salivating for a completely different reason than that a few minutes ago. He took her back to the staircase and to the small deck. There was a ladder there than she hadn’t noticed earlier. She followed him up and he extended his hand to her when he reached the top. It was a sundeck, entirely open to the night sky. She could see the stars twinkling just like the fairy lights that decorated the railings. The whole river stretched out before them.

“Oh Sidney,” she gasped. “It’s so beautiful.” There were more cream colored couches in a semi circle near the bow. There was a small round table set in the center covered in a white tablecloth. It was set with tall candles and ivory china trimmed in gold. There was a short vase with floating roses set in the center. There was soft music wafting in on the breeze. It was unbelievable.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” he said, motioning for her to sit and joining her. Tony suddenly appeared with a bottle of wine. He smiled at her, pouring a small amount of wine into her glass. Sid explained that he already knew what he liked and the wine choice was hers. It was a lovely red, bold but slightly fruity and a hint of oak. It was very good. She agreed and Tony poured both of them a full glass. Tony quietly disappeared.

“This is amazing.”

“Well, it’s not exactly a pirate ship, but I hope it will do.”

She looked up at him quickly nearly choking on her sip of wine. He’d done this because of the book. She couldn’t believe he would even remember it.

“I don’t know what to say.” She was overcome by his thoughtfulness.

“Say you don’t get seasick.” She laughed at him and Tony appeared again with two salad plates. The most amazing looking crabcakes were nestled in the center. “And you could say that you like seafood,” looking suddenly concerned.

“It’s my favorite,” she said allaying his fears. They chatted over their appetizers, laughing and whispering like school kids. Tony picked up their plates and said to Sidney, “That view that you mentioned is coming up to starboard.” Sidney grinned, stood and reached out his hand to her. He led her forward to the very tip of the bow.

“Did you bring your camera?” She shook her head no and he glanced at her questioningly.

“Well, did you bring your stick?” She answered his unspoken question. He laughed at her. Then she was suddenly aware of why she might want her camera. This view of the city was incredible. It was all lit up against the night sky and it reflected off the water making it twinkle like the lights he had placed on the boat. “Oh” was all she could say, all she could think.

He grinned at the expression on her face. He had definitely made the right choice. It couldn’t be going any better. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Her eyes were sparkling, the breeze slightly lifting her hair. He was nearly overcome with desire for her. Luckily, Tony brought their main course and they moved back to the table. It was a beautiful Atlantic salmon with rice pilaf and grilled asparagus. He refilled their wine glasses and left the bottle. He really didn’t need the wine. He was already intoxicated by her.

“So, why did you leave Texas?”

“I took a job. I had been doing freelance in Dallas and a magazine here made me an incredible offer. After a couple of years, I started doing portraits exclusively.”

“It’s a long way from Texas to Pittsburgh.”

“It is, but I get home three or four times a year and stay for a week. I considered going back, but I’d already gotten a base of clientele and I really do like Pittsburgh. The people are very nice and, well, I get all the hockey games on TV.”

He grinned at her. He had her hand in his and was rubbing his thumb across her knuckles. He lifted them slowly to his lips and kissed them softly. He was so charming. She was utterly in awe of him for doing all of this for her. He looked so amazing.  She couldn’t imagine why he looked at her the same way. She melted every time he looked into her eyes. She was already falling for him and she couldn’t help but feel completely swept away.

Tony quietly appeared again with a platter of chocolate dipped strawberries. “Oh,” she exclaimed, “how did you know I loved strawberries?”

“Lucky guess.” He took one from the platter and held it to her lips. She carefully took a bite. He licked his lips and finished what was left of the berry. She felt a chill flash through her.

“Are you cold?” he said getting up from the table. He retrieved another faux mink blanket, a twin to the one in the bedroom. He sat next to her again and pulled the blanket over the two of them and put his arm around her.

“This is so nice, Sidney. I am overwhelmed.” She nestled her head onto his shoulder. He brushed the hair from her cheek and lifted her mouth to his. His kiss was soft and gentle. She felt so safe and secure wrapped in his arms. Oh, God, she loved his kisses. She never wanted him to stop.

Chapter Four

     Five days later, she was at the “Little Penguins” camp. He’d been very specific in his instructions. The camp was not open to the public, only parents and family, so she was to meet Tony, his security guard, at the arena. He would have a pass for her and help her set up down on the ice. He had a carpet ready for her to do individual portraits and skates for her to take candid shots. She was a little worried about skating around the ice with her camera. She was not a very good skater. However, she didn’t have to go fast or turn too often, so things were going well. The children were delightful. They all had 87 jerseys either in black or white. The little ones were just as unsure on their skates as she was on hers. The way they responded to Sidney was amazing. She had seen the press on Sidney with kids and charities and was happy to discover that it was genuine. He loved skating with them and teasing them and he was a very good instructor. The kids just ate it up. And to be honest, so did she. Suddenly, she felt a soft jab from a hockey stick behind her and twisted quickly causing her to teeter on her skates. He caught her arms and steadied her.


“Sorry,” he laughed.

She grinned up at him clinging to his arm, “Don’t you make me fall! I’m not good at this.”

“Haven’t you ever been skating before?” he teased.

“Once.” She scowled at the scandalized look on his face. “Hello, from Texas here - not many frozen ponds where I grew up.”

“Do I need to get you a horse instead?”

“Oh, ha, ha. I’ve never heard that one before,” she sneered wobbling on her skates once again. She clung tighter to his arm. Skating arm in arm with him was making her nervous. He made her weak in the knees enough without skates on.

“Well, you really aren’t doing too badly for a rookie. I wouldn’t have known until now.” He gave her a knowing smile and skated her over to the carpet. He called all the kids and coaches together and they lined up for a big group shot together. He spent some time talking with parents and signing autographs. She started to pack up her equipment and Tony appeared at her side.

“I’ll take this out to your car for you, ma’am. Mr. Crosby would like you to wait for him,” Tony instructed. He took her keys and equipment and made his way out to the parking lot. She sat on the visitor’s bench and watched Sidney as he spoke with some of the coaches. He skated over to her and sat on the bench to remove his skates.

“Thanks for doing this today,” he said, grinning up at her as he unlaced his skate.

“It was a lot of fun.” She watched him pull his tennis shoes out of his gym bag and put them on. He couldn’t help but look handsome, even in his black and gold team sweats and jacket. He chatted with her automatically, laughing and smiling at her. She was beginning to feel completely comfortable with him again. The effect he had on people was amazing. He looked everyone in the eye and listened very well. He was thoughtful and funny. She could easily see why everyone loved him.

The arena emptied quickly while they were talking. He stood and offered her his hand. “Think you can walk?”

“Yes,” she stood and felt her feet and legs tingle.

“You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? If you skated more often, it would go away.” The sensation in her feet and calves subsided a bit and she felt comfortable again. It did feel a little odd to walk. She’d only encountered such a feeling once before, after jumping on a trampoline. Her legs felt slightly like jelly.

“Stop laughing at me,” she said with a playful shove. He laughed and led her toward the exit. He caught her staring with wonder above her at the banners.

“Haven’t you ever been here before?” he questioned.

“No.”

“Some fan, you are.”

“Hey!” she exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “None of my friends even like hockey. I just haven’t managed to get here all by myself yet. I watch the games on TV.”

“You need some better friends.” He changed direction and took her on a tour that started in the luxury boxes and ended in the locker room. She walked over to his locker stall. This was where he changed, where he prepared for the game, where he entertained the press. She ran her finger across his name plate and noticed him smiling at her.

“What?”

“You’re… very interesting,” he said moving closer to her.

“Interesting? How?” she asked.

“Your lips are very distracting,” he whispered in that low husky voice. “I can’t stop thinking about kissing them.”

He leaned in, his lips inches from hers. He ran his thumb across her cheek and raised her chin. Then he grazed his lips across hers. She caught her breath. He covered her mouth in a soft kiss. Then he parted her lips with his tongue. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly exploring her mouth, withdrew his tongue and then kissed her without. She thought he was going to pull away, but he pulled her close, lightly sucked on her bottom lip and plunged back in, over and over, taking her on a rollercoaster that made her delirious. She tangled her fingers into his soft, silky waves.

He kissed her neck and reveled in the soft whimper that escaped her lips. She didn’t smell of vanilla after all. It was more like the smell of the first snow back home, clean, fresh, like the crisp, cold air. How was that possible? Further down her neck he travelled, kissing hungrily. He was slightly disappointed that there were no buttons on her shirt today. Her fingers in his hair were tugging him back up, so his lips could reach hers.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was in his arms. His body was so warm and firm against hers. Her heart was beating so fast. She was having a hard time breathing. His kisses were driving her mad. When he kissed her neck, she just wanted to melt into him. She was completely intoxicated, at his mercy. His kisses slowed. No, no, no. He buried his face in her hair and held her close. He pulled away and looked down at her, his hand cupping her face. He smiled that dreamy smile.

“Have dinner with me tonight?” he breathed, trying to gain some self-control. This was not the time and certainly not the place to get carried away.

“Yes,” she gasped, closing her eyes as he ran his thumb across her lips.

“Good,” he grinned releasing her. “Come on. We better get out of here.”

He walked her to the car and found Tony waiting for them. He opened the car door for her and she got in. She was still stunned.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.”

She nodded to him and he closed her door and walked away with Tony. She couldn’t believe it. He turned and waved to her and she finally managed to start the car.