Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

"Tell me you don't want this. Tell me right now that you don't feel the same thing that I do. Say it and I’ll walk away, walk out of this room and we can pretend it never happened."

"Emery will kill us. This... this will screw everything up. You know it will." Maybe so, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. I want her, and I want her over and over until neither one of us feels deprived.

"Look, Holl, the ball is in your court. I think I've made it apparent that I want this, but you control the show. If you're uncomfortable and want to keep things the way they are, I respect that. I respect you and I understand."

"Rule one: Don't fall in love." I scoff. "Babe, I don't do relationships. I don't do feelings. So, I don't think that'll be a problem for me."

"Rule two: No one can ever know. I mean it, Reed. Not your teammates, not Liam, and especially not Emery."

Fuck, all I can think about it is getting my hands on her, but since we are having this conversation, I want to make my expectations clear. I hate miscommunication and the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her.

“I want to know how I can make you light up, how I can make you come with my name on your lips.” She whispers hoarsely, “Kiss me.”

My lips are on hers in the next breath, and together, we’re fumbling to get her into my lap. I feel like I’ll starve if I wait another second. Fucking covers. Finally, she’s seated on me without ever breaking free from our kiss. Her hips jerk as she writhes against me, and I’m two seconds from losing it.

“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.”

The lightest of movements and her body responds eagerly, and if I didn’t know it before, I know now… being with Holland is going to be a game changer. She’s so responsive, and so pliant from my touch, it drives me insane.

I don’t ever think I’ve wanted something so badly. Not the way I want Holland.

Fuck, she’s perfect.

I want to go slow and give her time to get used to the fact that this will be happening… a lot. I plan to spend every free moment I have worshipping her. Because a woman like Holland deserves to be worshipped.

“That’s it, Holland, let go, I want to feel you come on my hand.”

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby, that was fucking amazing,” I tell her. I pull my fingers from her pussy and bring them to my mouth, sucking the taste of her from them, and her eyes widen in shock.

“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 inte...

“Just gonna stand there, babe? Or…”

“I- I wasn’t sure you wanted me to stay,” I whisper. Reed’s expression morphs into confusion, then he laughs. “You don’t need an invitation, Holland. We’ve made it clear where we stand with each other, and babe, I want you. I want you now, tomorrow, a fucking week from now.”

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.”

“Holland, I don’t expect this,” Reed starts, but I shake my head, stopping him. “I want this. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Goddamn, Holland, I am not going to last, stop.” He groans, breathlessly. God, he’s so handsome.

“Come shower with me. Please?” I nod and place my hand in his.

“You are perfect. I can’t get enough. These,” he cups my breasts in his hands, and they almost cover them fully. A perfect handful for Reed, “they’re made for me, for my hands, for my lips. Mine.”

Out of habit, I want to cover myself, and when I move to, he catches my hand. “Don’t. Don’t hide yourself from me. I want you, Holland, every single fucking inch of you.”

“Get out of your head. Don’t let anything in the space between us right now. Feel us.”

“Reed,” I cry. “Shh, babe, I’ve got you.”

I’ve imagined this exact scenario in my head and now I know that nothing, and I mean nothing, compares to the real thing.

“You are so responsive, fuck, it’s amazing,”

“Stay? Just for a bit. We can rest our eyes.”

My hair is in a messy, two-day old bun on the top of my head. I have zit cream on, and a nightgown that has Care Bears on it from an embarrassingly long time ago.

Can you read to me naked? I’m thinking maybe Harry Potter while I eat your pu-” My eyes widen, and I immediately screech, “Oh my god, Reed!”

“Sorry, babe, that’s going in the spank bank for life.”

He runs his big, surly hand through his mop of dark hair before shaking his head. "Maybe I missed you, babe."

"Did you?" He shrugs. "Yeah, I did. Probably against the rules, but I've always been a rule breaker."

“Maybe I missed you too.” His lips tug up in a playful smirk. “Just maybe? Damn.”

Am I interested in any other female that doesn't have long, honey blonde hair and sea-green eyes that keep me up at night? Fuck no.

"I'm sorry that I texted that. I should've waited until I saw you." "Don't apologize. Holland, I'm not an asshole. I know the rules, and if you want to add a fourth, we can, but right now, I'm not interested in anyone but you. Period." "I'm not interested in anyone either. I just wanted to be clear that I'm not comfortable sleeping together if there are other girls." "There's not. While we're together, it's just us."

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.

She looks like a damn angel swathed in white. Her dark lashes rest on her cheeks that are flushed from the warmth of the room. A part of me wishes that I was the kind of guy who deserves her. That I could come home from every late-night game and find her here in my bed like she’s meant to be there.

“Reed?” Her voice is husky with sleep, and fuck, it shoots straight to my dick. “Yeah, babe, it’s me. How was tonight?” She sits up on her elbows and looks at the clock. “God, I can’t believe I fell asleep. I was trying to wait up for you, but I must have dozed off while I was waiting.” I pull the blanket back and slide into bed with her, pulling her small frame against me.

“It’s kind of weird. Falling asleep in your bed. Don’t you think?” I nod. “I can’t say I ever thought this would be a thing, but I’m not mad about it.”

The feeling is mutual; Holland wants me just as badly as I want her.

“Been thinking about you all night. I could hardly focus on the damn puck.”

I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but everything she does drives me insane and now I want my hands on her. I can’t wait a second longer.

It’s not close enough. I want more. I need more with Holland. The irony of what this feels like isn’t lost on me.

She’s perfect. Everything a man could want in a woman. Her curves are perfect for my hands, and I’ll never tire of trying to memorize every inch of her.

There’s not enough time in the world to get my fill. I’m always going to be starving for more.

“You need more, baby?” I

“Mmm, I think you’re being a greedy girl, Holland.”