Change on the Fly (Totally Pucked, #1)

by Maren Moore

I want to know what you like, what turns you on.” I lean closer until I can feel her hot breath against my lips, and then grin when she sucks in a sharp breath. “I want to know how I can make you light up, how I can make you come with my name on your lips.”

My fingers explore her rosy, glistening pussy. Pink and pouty and perfect. I can’t wait to put my mouth on her and taste her, but 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.

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

I drag her shorts down her body and she kicks them to the side. They pool at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but a tiny scrap of satin. I rub my nose along the front of her pussy, inhaling her scent. God, I love it. I want to bury my face in her pussy and eat her until I have to come up

“You want me to make it feel better? Make that ache inside of you go away?”

“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 want you to touch yourself, and I want to watch.” I pull her fingers down to her pussy, over her clit. “You know how many times I’ve fantasized about this since I picked you up from that sorority house? How many times I’ve come on my fucking fist dreaming about watching you make yourself come with my name on your lips.”

“Rub your clit. Slow, light circles. Like my tongue is flicking over it,” I tell her. Her gaze darkens, but she does as she’s told. Using two fingers, she works her clit slowly, holding my eyes. “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.”

“That falling in love is the greatest feeling in the world, and they’re not wrong. But it’s also scary. That’s the part that no one tells you about. The vulnerable, raw part of you that you’re putting in another person’s hands and praying that they love you for who you are. I love you, Holland. I am in love with you.” 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.”

“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. I promise to always have them on hand, because I can’t imagine not having you with me and Evan. At night, in the morning, every fucking day. You’re the only one for me, Holland.”

“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.”