Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

“Yeah, but at the end of the day, I want a healthy baby and a healthy wife. That’s all that matters.”

"Please, Holland. This is me, Reed Davidson, the hottest hockey star you'll ever meet, begging you.

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

“Shh, babe, I’ve got you.”

Reed: Did you know that octopuses have three hearts?

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.”

Reed: Octopuses are carnivores, they only eat meat. Did you know that?

“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.”

“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.”

There’s something about seeing her in my clothes that makes me dizzy with lust.

My shy girl. She’s so damn sweet. I’m addicted to her. Every goddamn part.

“Good girl,” I say hoarsely, “keep going.”

“You’re dripping all over me, baby, did you like that? Me watching you? Telling you what I wanted you to do?” She nods. “On your knees.”

Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want.

Leaning down, I kiss her, soft and sweet. “Get some sleep, babe. I’ll go for a run in the morning, and I won’t wake you.”

“Good morning, beautiful,” I say, my hands sliding tighter around her stomach.

“Reed…” she warns, with a smirk, “if you keep looking at me like that, we’re never going to this secret place you keep telling me about.”

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.

“Don’t care what your room looks like, babe. I’m here for you.” He smirks. “And this pizza burrito.”

Just as I’m drifting off, I swear he whispers, “If only a good enough man for you, Holland Parker.”

“Weed, can we have a weal octopus?” Evan asks me, a genuinely serious expression on his face. Fuck, why are kids so cute? Also, why am I sincerely considering buying him a damn octopus.

“I’ve got dinner and the kids, go relax, baby,” Liam coos. Never seen a guy so in love with his wife. Seeing these two together is the only thing I ever need to believe in love. The real, genuine kind that only comes around once.

“Still can’t believe you guys are waiting to find out the gender until it’s time. I need to know.” He laughs. “It’s what she wants, and I’m fine doing whatever she wants. Either way, as long as the baby is healthy, that’s all that matters to me. Now the girls? They’re a different story. They ask us at least twice a day if we’ll tell them. Ari tried to bribe me with hugs, but I told her I’m stronger than that.”

“What look? I don’t have a look?” I mutter. I’m lying, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. “Don’t even. What are you not telling me?” “Nothing.” Liam throws a bag of screws at me, hitting me right in the face. He picks up a screwdriver next and I throw my hands up in surrender. “Fine, fuck, fine. This face is the moneymaker, watch it.” “You’re an idiot.” Liam laughs.

“I’m fucking terrified, man. Love? Love is the scariest thing in the damn world. It makes you vulnerable.”

“Reed Davidson,” I sit up on my elbows to stare down at him, “are you coercing me… by orgasm?” “I’m offended, Holland, as if I ever would.” Yet the sheepish grin on his face says otherwise.

Seeing her cry is like a knife to the heart. A white hot, brutal pain that I feel deep in my chest. I want to pull her into my arms, and say fuck the world, but it isn’t that easy.

I love you, Holland. I am in love with you.”

“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 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.”

“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.”

“And three: Always stay stocked with gummy worms.” Holland tosses her head back and lets out a watery laugh. It makes me chuckle. “I mean it, babe.

She’s like a feisty little Pomeranian, she’ll probably try and bite my fucking head off. But my sister has a heart of gold, and you know that.

“I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you,” she murmurs, peppering kisses along my jaw. Her cold hands slip under the hoodie I tossed on, to rest on my stomach, and I grin. My girl and her cold hands and feet.

She giggles when I reach past her head and get the box. “I can’t help it you're a giant.” Leaning down, I whisper into her ear, “Babe, it doesn’t help my ego when you talk about how big I am.”

I walk over to the door and knock lightly, not being able to stand the fact that she’s hurting and this fucking door is separating us, but she doesn’t answer.

“Change on the fly. You don’t stop, you change what you have to and finish out the game.”

“I’m asking for your permission to propose to Holland. I want to marry her, sir.” His eyes fill with unshed tears, and he nods. “You have my blessing, Reed. Always knew you two would end up together.” “You did?” I ask. Mike nods then shrugs. “Just the matter of you both figurin’ it out. Bout dang time.”

“Gonna give you a piece of advice, son. One that I don’t want you to ever forget. Love each other, even when it’s hard. Never go to bed mad, and always put your family first.”

“Welcome to the family, son, now are you going to help me with this motor or stand there like a pretty boy?”

“Howwand, will you maww-ee Weed and stay with us forever?”