NHL Imagines

Beau Bennett

Okay so this one is going to be written in first person and is going to be a different set up. I think I'm going to base a fic on this, not necessarily about Beau but I guess it's possible.

So let me know what you think :)

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What's it like being the other girl?

I've had friends talk about what it would be like to sleep with a hockey player. Gush about having a one night stand with someone like David Perron or Sidney Crosby.

I wish it was just a one night stand. It would probably be easier on everyone involved.

Everyone knows that Beau Bennett has a girl he loves, that he flies to Pittsburgh whenever she had the chance to leave California.

No one knows that I keep him satisfied when she's away.

It started all at a bar, but isn't that how all these kinds of stories start? After a few shots of vodka and harmless whispers? Turns out those harmless whispers aren't so harmless after all. It was just supposed to be a one night stand. Then we ran into each other again and I went home with him.

It wasn't long before he was sneaking me in after Robert went to sleep, having me leave as soon as we were done. I tried not to get feelings. I tried not to care, but there was some girl on the west coast talking about her wonderful NHL boyfriend.

I wanted to tell her, but he bribed me with great hockey tickets and liquor. Two things I really couldn't turn down.

"How do you get the money for these?"

"Uh, grandma got them for me." It was a lie, but everyone believed that it was true.

It had gone on for months, then I got tired of just being some girl that got him off a few times a week.

"Beau, this was the last time. I'm done." I tugged on my sweatshirt, ready to leave. "Find some other girl to sleep with because I'm not answering your calls. Why did you keep calling me anyway?"

"Because you're a good lay." He smirked, propping himself up on his elbow. The blankets were low on his waist, showing his toned upper body.

"I'm so much more than that, Beau. I graduated as a valedictiorian from Duquesne. I am an amazing piano player. I am so much more than someone to just sleep with." I grabbed my purse, slinging it over my shoulder. "I'm such an idiot for keep coming back to you."

"You're going to wake Robert up." He whispered, trying to get me to calm down.

"Good, maybe he can talk some sense into you."

"Wait, wait." He stopped me as I was walking out his front door. He grabbed my face, pressing his lips to mine. "I want you."

"I'm sorry, Beau." I walked out, hoping that he wouldn't chase after me. I wasn't going to be that girl anymore. I wouldn't let myself.