Trying to Score (39 page)

Lucas looked away and took in a deep breath before saying, “Like I said, Mom is here until Tuesday and I was wondering if I could keep Aiden while she is here.”

Say what?

“Excuse me?” Fallon asked. All thoughts about getting naked with Lucas went right out the window at the moment. He wanted to keep Aiden?

Fallon had told Molly that she wouldn’t keep Aiden from her, so what was she supposed to say other than yes? She nodded her head slowly and begged her tears not to fall. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Awesome. Can you have a bag ready for him? I’ll come by and pick him up in an hour or so. I’m going to take Mom home and let her get settled before I come get him.”

Fallon nodded slowly. “That’s fine.”

“Good, thanks.”

Fallon nodded again, feeling like a damn bobble head. Lucas ran his hands down the thigh of his jeans, clearing his throat. “So, we’re good?”

Lucas chuckled as he chucked her under her chin, bringing her face up so he could see her. He took a small step closer to her, and Fallon took in a jagged breath. What the hell was he doing? Their parents and Aiden were only a couple of yards away!

“You didn’t miss me while I was gone?” he whispered as his hand came up to her cheek, cupping it ever so lightly. She closed her eyes, leaning into his hand as he moved his thumb along her jaw.

Stupid thumb! Stupid body! Step away Fallon, step away!

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“I know. Luckily for me, I can read you like a book.”

Fallon opened her eyes to glare at him but before she could, his lips were on hers, kissing her softly. Fallon’s eyes drifted shut and she started to kiss back even though her brain yelled at her to stop.

But she couldn’t.

She had missed him. She had missed his lips, his body, everything. She just wanted him — she didn’t care where or when — she just wanted.

So bad.

Lucas slid his tongue along hers as his hand tightened around her neck. Fallon fisted his shirt in her hand, bringing him closer. Lucas pulled back way too soon and looked down into Fallon’s eyes.

“I missed you, and even though you don’t want to admit to it, I know you missed me. When are you going to stop this charade and just admit you want to be with me?”

Fallon rolled her eyes, moving out of his arms, hating that he had called her out and to top it off, that he was right. She glared as she put her hands on her hips. “I don’t want to be with you!”

“Liar,” he said with a cocky grin.

“I don’t! I’m just horny!” He gave her a cocky smirk that Fallon swore he perfected just to make her temper flare and girly parts come at the same damn time! Fallon took another step back. “But no worries, I don’t have my son for the next couple nights, I’ll go find an easy lay!” she spat before turning to walk away.

“I think Coach Chase is still available, want me to call him for you? Maybe he got a haircut, or grew some balls,” Lucas said as she stomped away.

Since Fallon knew if she said anything it would be like pouring fuel on the fire so she kept walking, only stopping to grab Aiden before going to her car. She knew that she would get a call from her parents about her rude actions later but she had to get out of there.

Because if she didn’t, she was either going to kill Lucas or get naked with him right there in front of God and everybody.

The bad thing was that she didn’t know which one was worse.

A smirk stayed on Lucas’ face the whole way back to his house. He loved messing with Fallon. He got a kick out of making her mad, and watching her get hot from head to toe really did it for him. He loved the blush that would creep up her throat to her cheeks, and the way her eyes would fill with desire could bring him to his knees. All he could do as he drove was replay her words over and over again.

I don’t! I’m just horny!

She was a liar and he knew it. She wanted Lucas just as much as he wanted her, if not more. Every time Lucas was around her, he felt like an electric current was running just through them. His body screamed for hers and he couldn’t stand not to touch her. Even if it was just a simple touch, he had to. Anything, he just needed to connect with her.

Man, she was hot.

Lucas shifted in his seat, hoping like hell that his mom didn’t notice the hard-on he was sporting, before turning off the interstate. He had finally figured out his way through Nashville and now knew all the short cuts that got him to his house and Fallon’s quicker. Molly took in a deep breath and Lucas looked over at her. She had been quiet ever since talking to Fallon. Since he didn’t want to discuss whatever it was they talked about while they were at the party, he decided now was the perfect time.

“I did. I told her I was very upset with her, but I think I might have been a little harsh,” Molly said sadly as she moved her hands together. Even with Molly being extremely protective over Lucas, she still felt bad when she was mean to someone after the fact. Molly was a good person and Lucas could tell she was embarrassed, but Fallon probably needed the harshness. He loved her too much and still felt guilty about everything that had happened to give her the harshness she needed.

Nothing was said as Lucas parked the car and they got out. They made their way through the back door and up the stairs to the kitchen. When they reached the kitchen, Molly stood in awe, her mouth wide open as she looked around the kitchen and through to the living room.

Molly and Lucas shared a loving look just as Levi came into the room. “Mom!” Molly let out a cry of happiness before wrapping Levi up in her arms.

“Huh? Jordyn Ryan?” Lucas asked. Jordyn Ryan was the Assassins’ goalie, and the best damn goalie in the league. What did Levi mean, he was out?

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.

“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.

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 fuck 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?

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.

Fallon smiled as Lucas took in all three of them in the form of toilet paper rolls. Fallon thought they were the cutest craft ever, and she was sure that Lucas would get a kick out of them. Each of the little toilet paper people held something important. Fallon’s held a cell phone; Aiden’s was painted as Spiderman and Lucas’ held a hockey stick. Aiden had brought them home on Tuesday, and they had sat on her window sill all week. She loved them, so when Lucas said, “I love them, can I have them?” her heart broke, because she knew Aiden was going to say yes.