Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

And that’s how the rest of the night is spent, talking about nothing with Holland, eating a Pop-Tart, and for the very first time, I realize that I might be in some seriously deep shit.

“Hope it’s a boy?” I ask. Having two girls, he needs a guy in the house to be on his team every now and then. “Yeah, but at the end of the day, I want a healthy baby and a healthy wife. That’s all that matters.”

Evan looks down and back at Holland then nods slightly. "I love it." She smiles widely. "What's its name?" "Pickles." I let out a low laugh, and Evan hits me with a death stare, so I drop it immediately. Shit. This kid is a tough crowd.

"Did you break your leg, or your hands? Oh god, can you still walk?" I cry. My hands travel up and down his body again, feeling for any type of injury. I find nothing but hard, unwavering muscle. "Stop." I freeze, immediately. Reed sits up on his elbows and looks down at me. "I'm not going to be okay if you keep touching me." Holy shit. My eyes dart down to where he’s adjusting himself then back up to his face. Oh god, Reed was getting turned on from my hands being on him. Jesus, Holland, your hands are practically on his dick.

"Holland." He whispers my name raggedly, and for the first time, I think he might feel the same way that I do. I can hear the tortured tone of his voice. The same hesitation that I feel, but wish wasn’t present; the same way that I want him to kiss me, but he knows he can’t. That we can’t. I tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear and look away, the intensity of his stare burning directly to my core. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

My heart begins to race in my chest, unsure of what's happening, but too selfish to stop it. His words cause me to shiver, a delicious fire that seems to start in my stomach and burn all the way to the sensitive spot between my thighs. He leans closer, and I don't pull away. I simply suck in a gasp.

"This is a terrible idea," I mutter. He steps closer to me, not quite touching, but almost. "Please, Holland. This is me, Reed Davidson, the hottest hockey star you'll ever meet, begging you. I need you. I promise it'll be worth your while. This solves my problems, and yours. What could it hurt? Just… give me the hockey season. That’s all I need, and then I’ll find someone else. Six months.”

“I can be brave,” Evan mumbles. “You are brave, buddy. It’s okay to be afraid sometimes because you have me, and together, we can be brave. We can face anything.”

Now that he’s calmed down, the tears have dried, and he’s seemingly okay, he surprises me when he leaps forward and throws his arms around my neck, squeezing tightly. “I wuv you, Weed.” Jesus, someone’s cutting onions again. My heart constricts in my chest with something I never thought I’d ever experience. I lift my arms and wrap them around his tiny body, and we stay like that. Embracing. Me fighting back misty eyes, and Holland gazing at us with tears in hers. “I love you too, buddy.”

"Reed? What are you doing he-" I don't give either of us a chance to think. Stepping forward, I close the distance between us, my hands sliding up her jaw, into the nape of her hair and pulling her to me. Then my mouth is on hers. Her soft body collides with mine, and she whimpers beneath my touch. I kiss her like I'm dying of thirst, and fuck, I want to drown in her.

When she opens her mouth to let me in, I slide my tongue in and groan when she fists my shirt like she's holding on for dear life. My hands slide down her back to her thighs and I pick her up, stepping farther inside the room. I kick the door shut behind me, and her legs tighten around my waist.

"Wait, wait, wait." She pants, ripping her mouth from mine. Her deep blue eyes search mine, but then she's kissing me again. Like she can't stop. It's needy, desperate, everything I've felt for the past few days. Out of my mind for her. "We shouldn't do this. No, we can't do this, Reed," she says again. "Don't give a shit." I kiss along the path of her jaw, down her neck, sucking until she's whimpering beneath me. "Reed."

“How about we just watch a movie? I’m sure you have gummy worms stashed somewhere in that suitcase since you’re an addict. We can put something on and just… I don’t know, hang out?” I ask. Her deep blue eyes roll. “You don’t know that.” I raise my eyebrows. “Are there gummy worms in your suitcase right now, Holland?” “Fine.”

“Holland, wait.” She immediately pulls back like cold water has been thrown on her, freezing in my lap. My hands slide up her jaw to keep her looking at me. “Don’t get lost in your head. I just want you to be sure that this is what you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” “I don’t feel pressured, but you’re right. Maybe we should take baby steps. I just… I want this.” I nod. “I do too, babe. Let’s just do like you said, baby steps. Slow and steady.”

“You taste amazing, and next time? I’m worshipping your pussy with my fingers and my mouth.” “Oh my God,” she breathes, “did this really just happen?” “It did, and if I have it my way, it’s going to happen again. Over and over.” We crossed the line tonight, and now… we can never go back. And I have no intention of ever trying to.

"Weed on the ice?" Evan asks. He plops another organic gummy in his mouth and chews. I laugh. "Yes, Evan, Reed is on the ice. See." I point toward Reed, who's in the center of the ice with the puck. His jersey hangs on his broad shoulders with his last name adorned on the back.

Jesus, the man is sex on a stick. Literally. I can't pull my eyes off of him as he races across the ice.

Me with literally any hockey player

He turns toward the crowd, where he knows we’re seated, and he winks. I can see it in HD, the sly grin that shows his dimples and the wink that has the butterflies in my stomach fluttering wildly. He holds his hand up in a wave, and while the crowd erupts, thinking it’s for them, I know it’s for us.

He bends down and picks up Evan, so he can carry him through the crowd, and once we’re surrounded by the sea of people trying to leave the stadium, he holds out his hand behind him. I hesitantly slide mine into it. From an outsider’s perspective, it may look a tad suspicious, but it's easily defended as he’s simply helping me through the crowd.

He stalks forward and pulls me toward him, capturing my lips in a kiss that causes me to melt against him. His lips are firm and plush, and when his tongue slips inside my mouth, all of my doubt and hesitation, all of my worries disappear to where the only thing I can feel is Reed. I feel how hard he is pressed against me, and my hands travel down his chest to the knotted towel at his waist. I brush my hand against his cock, and he hisses loudly in response. “Fuck, Holland.”

Pumping my fist, I work his cock up and down, and use my tongue to trace his sensitive head. He immediately weaves his hand in my hair, letting out a low, tortured groan. I look up at him and see his head thrown back as he grips my hair, and only then do I close my mouth around him and suck until my cheeks hollow. Every time I suck him deeper into my mouth, he tightens his grip in my hair. After a few moments, he pulls back abruptly, panting.

“Don’t. Don’t hide yourself from me. I want you, Holland, every single fucking inch of you.”

Reed Davidson is devouring me on his knees in the shower. I’ve had dreams of this very moment. For years, I’ve imagined this exact scenario in my head and now I know that nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the real thing.

“I thought I was tired before we got back, now, I’m exhausted. I need to get dressed and get back to my room. I need to repack before we leave tomorrow morning.” “Stay? Just for a bit. We can rest our eyes.” I sigh sleepily. One minute won’t hurt.

"What's up with the late-night call? Is there something we need to discuss for tomorrow?" He runs his big, surly hand through his mop of dark hair before shaking his head. "Maybe I missed you, babe."

"Good luck on your test. Night, babe." My heart skips slightly at his favorite name for me lately. "Night, Reed." I press the end button, exiting FaceTime, but even after he's gone... I find myself still thinking of Reed, and maybe… definitely missing him too. Rules be damned.

"Don't move, okay, buddy?" I say. Evan nods, hands on his hips, pants around his ankles. If I wasn't so distraught over failing at this whole potty-training thing, I'd laugh.

"Reed?" My eyes fly open, and I see Holland standing over me, looking concerned. I sit up and pull her toward me. She falls easily into my arms.

"You wanna stay tonight?" I ask. "I'm honestly exhausted. I've been studying for my exam so late every night. Tomorrow?" "Yeah, babe, go get some sleep." I lean down and kiss her for the first time tonight, and fuck, it hits me square in the chest. Nothing feels the way it does when I'm with her. "Goodnight, Reed," she says before leaving me in my feelings, alone. Fuck, I'm in way over my head.

“Reed,” Holland begs, pulling at the long strands of my hair as I kiss her greedy little clit through her panties. “You need more, baby?” I run my tongue along the seam of her, still on top of her panties. She groans in frustration, and I laugh. “Mmm, I think you’re being a greedy girl, Holland.”

“Reed, please.” She’s pleading now. Her voice desperate and edgy, and I fucking love it. “You want me to make it feel better? Make that ache inside of you go away?”

Holland sits up on her knees and pulls her bottom lip nervously into her mouth, then looks up through her thick, dark lashes. “I want to be on top. Is that… okay?” I could fucking cry. Is. That. Okay? This woman really just asked me if she could ride my cock. “Babe, you never have to ask for what you want. Take it.”

“I’m coming,” she breathes. I lean forward and capture her lips, just as she squeezes my cock, exploding around me. She moans into my mouth, as her body shakes, and her hips tremble with the power of her orgasm. Seconds later, I thrust deep and let go, coming inside of her. I can’t fucking move as my entire body is overcome with ecstasy. Nothing in the world has ever felt like Holland does wrapped around me, and I don’t think anything ever will again.

She’s fallen asleep. Another first for me. I’ve never done this before either. Cuddled, slept with a woman, and I can’t imagine it being anyone other than Holland. Now I realize why she wanted to put these rules in place to begin with, only I’m already dangerously close to breaking them.

Me: More random octopus facts, watching documentaries with Ev again? The bubble pops up, signaling his response. Reed: Nah, just wanted an excuse to text you ;)

Me: Is that a good idea? Reed: I’m a rule breaker, babe, gonna have to get used to it. Reed: Plus, Evan specifically asked for Ollie to come, so… Me: Fine. Only because Evan asked and I know he’s going to be so excited to see an octopus in person. Reed: He’s going to Ma’s for a sleepover, so… I’ll pick you up at eight in the morning? Me: Thumbs up emoji with a kissy face

“You think I don't know that? You think I don’t know that I have no right to be jealous? No right to feel so fucking possessive over you like you’re mine.”

“Does that mean you’ll come home with me?” I bite my bottom lip, debating on whether or not I should. “After that caveman act you pulled inside? I don’t know, Reed. Maybe I should just go home alone.” Cutting my eyes at him, playfully, I pull his hands from my face and take a step back. My heels click against the pavement as I put some much-needed space between us. Reed’s gaze darkens. “Are you… playing hard to get, Holland Parker?” I give him the most sultry, pouty look I can then shrug. “I will throw your ass over my shoulder and carry you all the way back to my house, don’t bite off more than you can chew, babe.”

Before I can take another step back, Reed is stalking forward. He grabs me around the waist and pulls me to him before leaning down to kiss me breathless. His tongue tangles with mine until we’re both panting. The way my body responds to Reed; it’s never been this way for me, not with anyone else. Like I was made just for him and he’s the only one who can make me feel so alive. I’ve missed him, and even though I can’t admit it out loud, I was dying for this. For him. “Take me home, Reed.”

He grins, then squats down and hoists me over his shoulder, in true caveman fashion. “Oh my god, Reed, put me down!” I screech. “Someone’s going to see my butt in this dress!” If that happens, I’ll be mortified and die. Death by embarrassment. It’s an actual thing, look it up. Thank God we’re in a dark alley and alone, or I might actually have to kill him. I feel a sharp sting on my ass from Reed’s hand as he slaps it. Hard. Well… I guess that’s my answer.

“I’m sorry, babe, can I make it up to you?" I grin. I am sorry that I acted the way I did, and I don’t have an excuse for it, except that she makes me crazy. “Hmmm.” She bites her lip and pretends to think on the idea.

She murmurs sleepily, but the next thing I know, she’s snoring. A light, cute as fuck snore, and I laugh. Holland Parker is wrecking me, and I have no intention of stopping it.

Beautiful, Just a little something to show you I was thinking of you. Miss you. Do me a favor and send me a picture of you wearing nothing but this. ;) Reed

Reed: Are you trying to kill me? Babe, holy shit… I’m at practice with the guys and this is not the time for a boner. I grin. Me: Sorry… not sorry. Didn’t think I’d do it, did ya? Reed: Good thing practice is almost over. Can I swing by? I’ll bring dinner. Me: I have to study. Like actually study, Reed. Not your version where you end up doing something that distracts me and I never finish. Reed: I’ll keep my hands to myself. I promise. I roll my eyes at his message. We both know that will never happen, but I agree anyway because I miss him. Me: I have my doubts. See you soon.

“You’re a good man, Reed,” I whisper in the dark with the stars glowing above us. My eyes grow heavy, exhaustion seeping into my body slowly, until the steady rise and fall of his chest lulls me to sleep. Just as I’m drifting off, I swear he whispers, “If only a good enough man for you, Holland Parker.”

Evan giggles, then slaps his hand over his mouth to silence them. Fuck, he’s so cute. And he’s mine, I think.

Hot tears fall from her blue eyes, and she lets out a small sob at my declaration. “I am not sorry for falling in love with you. I’m sorry that I had to do it in secret, when all I want to do is shout it from the rooftop of the tallest building in the whole damn city. I fucking love you, Holland. I thought I could never love anyone, that I was broken, that I was messed up from my father, but then you showed me otherwise. You and Evan are the only future I see. Those feelings you have? Baby, I feel them too and I have for a long time. I should’ve told you sooner, but I wasn’t ready to be honest with myself, or with you. I had to figure it out the hard way.”

I press my forehead to hers. “I can’t go back, Holland. I can’t go back to the way things were before. Not when I know what it’s like to love you.” She nods against me. “I… I love you too, Reed.” It’s heaven hearing her say it.

“One: Fall in love every day. Never stop showing you how much you mean to me, and giving you reasons to fall in love with me.”

“Two: Shout it to the world. I’m never going to not show my love for you. I want everyone in the goddamn world to know that I’m the bastard that’s lucky enough to love you, Holland Parker. I’ll put it on the jumbotron. On every damn billboard in Chicago.”