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.