Trying to Score
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Lucas shook his head. “Fuck! Sorry mom,” he said quickly when he felt Molly’s eyes on him.
“Thank you,” she said before sipping her water.
“I know. Haksson starts tomorrow. They aren’t sure who they are calling up from the Rays.”
Oh, this was bad. The Assassins were about to start the playoffs in a couple of weeks. They needed wins and Haksson wasn’t the goalie to get them those wins. They were first in the league and ahead of all the other teams in points, but they needed to keep winning. What was going to happen when they made the playoffs? They definitely couldn’t afford to lose then and who could they bring from their AHL team, the Florida Rays? Lucas hadn’t heard of any good goalies from that team — not that he really followed the team much — but still, if there was someone good, he would know.
Shit, this was bad.
“Crap-o-la,” Lucas said shaking his head.
“This is bad dude, but anyways, you need to call Ryan, wish him well. You have a team meeting first thing in the morning.”
“Okay,” Lucas said with a nod. “I’m going to go get Aiden; I’ll call Ryan on the way.”
“Okay,” Levi said with a shrug of his shoulders. Levi left the room, leaving Molly and Lucas alone.
“So this is bad?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, Ryan is the best goalie in the league. I bet the media is having a field day with this. It’s horrible,” Lucas said with a shake of his head. He came to the Assassins’ for two reasons: to win a Stanley Cup and to see Fallon again. He had done one of those things, and he was still going to do the other. Or he was going to die trying.
“Everything will be fine. If it’s meant to be then it will happen.”
Lucas looked over at Molly. “Are you talking about the Cup or Fallon?” he asked with a grin.
“Both. Your coach knows what he is doing; everything will be fine with that. With Fallon,” Molly shook her head, “she is still broken from what you did to her. I don’t know if she will ever let it go.”
“Me neither,” Lucas said sadly as he shook his head. “I wish she could.”
“I know, honey,” Molly took Lucas’ hand in hers. “Go get your point five, bring him home, that will make both of us happy,” Molly said with a grin. Lucas flashed her a grin before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
“It sure will,” he said, standing up and walking to the backdoor. Maybe with some luck he could convince the one to come too.
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
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Fallon stood in front of Aiden’s dresser, folding little t-shirts and jeans before putting them in Aiden’s Spiderman bag. Aiden bounced around the room, collecting things he would need and talking constantly about how this was the best birthday ever.
Fallon didn’t feel the same.
Not only was her favorite little boy getting older, but she had gotten verbally slapped by Molly, her dad had left her a nasty voicemail about how rude she was, Aiden was staying the weekend with Lucas, and Lucas had gotten under her skin. Again. She had thought nonstop about Lucas and his seductive mouth. What was she thinking, putting her mouth to his!? She was insane! Ah!
She started to slam Aiden’s clothes into his suitcase, hating that she let Lucas get to her like this. Why couldn’t she be immune to him? Yes, he was positively sexy, gorgeous, kissed like a God, and could f**k her like no other man, but still! She had to let him go!
Tears sprung to her eyes as she took in a shuttering deep breath because no matter what, she knew she couldn’t let him go. It was always going to be a battle within her when it came to him. Until Aiden was 18, she would always have to see him; always have to talk to him. She needed to let it go, but how?
“Mom! Where are my Spiderman PJs?”
Fallon turned to look at Aiden, who stood in the doorway, his arms above his head. “I packed them.”
“Oh, okay! Dad will be here soon right?”
“Yes honey,” Fallon mumbled.
“Awesome!”
As Aiden ran off, Fallon zipped up his suitcase. Was she really doing this? Letting her baby go stay the night with someone else? He hadn’t even had a sleep over with a friend yet, and she was letting him go somewhere for a weekend? Oh God, was she going to make it?
Fallon picked up his suitcase and the bag of toys Aiden had packed before heading out the room. As she reached the stairs, she heard the doorbell ring.
Great, Lucas was there to take her baby away.
Fallon slowly walked down the stairs, listening to Aiden greet Lucas. Lucas’ low, velvet-smooth voice ran up Fallon’s spine and she had to take a deep breath to compose herself before reaching the bottom of the stairs. It was ridiculous how much she wanted to get naked with him and kill him all in one.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs and he glanced up at her with a smirk on his face, she had to look away. She bitched and moaned about him hurting her, and how that was the reason she kept her son from him, so why did she still want him? Even knowing that he was wrong for her, she still wanted him. Was it because she had noticed a change? Or was it really that she was beyond horny?
Blah, she was a mess.
Fallon placed Aiden’s things by the door just as he said, “Dad, I made you something at school. Come on.” Aiden took a hold of Lucas’ hand and dragged him to the kitchen. She had almost forgotten! Fallon followed, a little excited to see what Lucas thought of the arts and crafts Aiden had made. Fallon went into the kitchen and saw Lucas holding himself in a toilet paper form.
“Thank you,” she said before sipping her water.
“I know. Haksson starts tomorrow. They aren’t sure who they are calling up from the Rays.”
Oh, this was bad. The Assassins were about to start the playoffs in a couple of weeks. They needed wins and Haksson wasn’t the goalie to get them those wins. They were first in the league and ahead of all the other teams in points, but they needed to keep winning. What was going to happen when they made the playoffs? They definitely couldn’t afford to lose then and who could they bring from their AHL team, the Florida Rays? Lucas hadn’t heard of any good goalies from that team — not that he really followed the team much — but still, if there was someone good, he would know.
Shit, this was bad.
“Crap-o-la,” Lucas said shaking his head.
“This is bad dude, but anyways, you need to call Ryan, wish him well. You have a team meeting first thing in the morning.”
“Okay,” Lucas said with a nod. “I’m going to go get Aiden; I’ll call Ryan on the way.”
“Okay,” Levi said with a shrug of his shoulders. Levi left the room, leaving Molly and Lucas alone.
“So this is bad?” Molly asked.
“Yeah, Ryan is the best goalie in the league. I bet the media is having a field day with this. It’s horrible,” Lucas said with a shake of his head. He came to the Assassins’ for two reasons: to win a Stanley Cup and to see Fallon again. He had done one of those things, and he was still going to do the other. Or he was going to die trying.
“Everything will be fine. If it’s meant to be then it will happen.”
Lucas looked over at Molly. “Are you talking about the Cup or Fallon?” he asked with a grin.
“Both. Your coach knows what he is doing; everything will be fine with that. With Fallon,” Molly shook her head, “she is still broken from what you did to her. I don’t know if she will ever let it go.”
“Me neither,” Lucas said sadly as he shook his head. “I wish she could.”
“I know, honey,” Molly took Lucas’ hand in hers. “Go get your point five, bring him home, that will make both of us happy,” Molly said with a grin. Lucas flashed her a grin before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
“It sure will,” he said, standing up and walking to the backdoor. Maybe with some luck he could convince the one to come too.
Wouldn’t that be perfect?
**********************************
Fallon stood in front of Aiden’s dresser, folding little t-shirts and jeans before putting them in Aiden’s Spiderman bag. Aiden bounced around the room, collecting things he would need and talking constantly about how this was the best birthday ever.
Fallon didn’t feel the same.
Not only was her favorite little boy getting older, but she had gotten verbally slapped by Molly, her dad had left her a nasty voicemail about how rude she was, Aiden was staying the weekend with Lucas, and Lucas had gotten under her skin. Again. She had thought nonstop about Lucas and his seductive mouth. What was she thinking, putting her mouth to his!? She was insane! Ah!
She started to slam Aiden’s clothes into his suitcase, hating that she let Lucas get to her like this. Why couldn’t she be immune to him? Yes, he was positively sexy, gorgeous, kissed like a God, and could f**k her like no other man, but still! She had to let him go!
Tears sprung to her eyes as she took in a shuttering deep breath because no matter what, she knew she couldn’t let him go. It was always going to be a battle within her when it came to him. Until Aiden was 18, she would always have to see him; always have to talk to him. She needed to let it go, but how?
“Mom! Where are my Spiderman PJs?”
Fallon turned to look at Aiden, who stood in the doorway, his arms above his head. “I packed them.”
“Oh, okay! Dad will be here soon right?”
“Yes honey,” Fallon mumbled.
“Awesome!”
As Aiden ran off, Fallon zipped up his suitcase. Was she really doing this? Letting her baby go stay the night with someone else? He hadn’t even had a sleep over with a friend yet, and she was letting him go somewhere for a weekend? Oh God, was she going to make it?
Fallon picked up his suitcase and the bag of toys Aiden had packed before heading out the room. As she reached the stairs, she heard the doorbell ring.
Great, Lucas was there to take her baby away.
Fallon slowly walked down the stairs, listening to Aiden greet Lucas. Lucas’ low, velvet-smooth voice ran up Fallon’s spine and she had to take a deep breath to compose herself before reaching the bottom of the stairs. It was ridiculous how much she wanted to get naked with him and kill him all in one.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs and he glanced up at her with a smirk on his face, she had to look away. She bitched and moaned about him hurting her, and how that was the reason she kept her son from him, so why did she still want him? Even knowing that he was wrong for her, she still wanted him. Was it because she had noticed a change? Or was it really that she was beyond horny?
Blah, she was a mess.
Fallon placed Aiden’s things by the door just as he said, “Dad, I made you something at school. Come on.” Aiden took a hold of Lucas’ hand and dragged him to the kitchen. She had almost forgotten! Fallon followed, a little excited to see what Lucas thought of the arts and crafts Aiden had made. Fallon went into the kitchen and saw Lucas holding himself in a toilet paper form.
