Pucks and Books (Knoxville Bears #1) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“That’s not fair. You most definitely are.”

“Sweet of you to come to my defense.” He winks at me. “But don’t worry. My mom tells me all the time that I’m her favorite.”

I giggle. “Sounds like a good momma.”

“The best,” he agrees before taking another bite of his pizza. He moans and nods again. “So damn good.”

His words make me gooey inside, but then a phone rings. I bring in my brows as I look around at the normal spots I leave my phone, but then he pulls his out. He makes a face and declines the call. “My roommate. Probably wondering where I am.”

I arch a brow. “Don’t wanna tell him you’re here?”

He laughs. “No. He’s a pain in my ass.”

“Do you not care for him?”

He shrugs. “I’ve known him for a while, and I guess he’s my closest friend. We grew up together. He’s a dick sometimes, but we’re cool.”

I slowly nod as his phone starts to ring again.

He makes a face and then looks up to me. “I’m sorry. Forgive me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Don’t tell my mom I answered the phone at the table. She’d kick my ass. But he doesn’t normally call me twice in a row.”

I only nod, feeling worried for his roommate as he answers.

“Yo. No way. Shit. Yeah, no problem. Give me ten. I’ll head your way.”

My heart sinks. He hangs up the phone and then looks at me with disappointment shining in his blue gaze. “I have to ask for forgiveness again, Lou.”

“You gotta go?” I ask sadly.

“I do. Cruz drove his car into a ditch and needs my help getting his shit out and a ride home.” He rushes to eat his pizza and then downs his wine. He looks over to me, and his hesitation is apparent. “Can I call you later?”

I want to say he can come right back, but I don’t want to seem too eager—or pathetic. I don’t want him to know I’ll miss him the moment he’s gone. “I’d like that.”

We exchange numbers, and then I take off his shirt to give it back to him. He looks over my bare chest and then shakes his head. “I hate having friends.”

I chuckle at that as he throws on his shirt, and then he gathers me in his arms. “I owe you dessert.”

I grin up at him. “I mean, the appetizer almost had me unable to walk.”

He clutches my ass cheeks in his hands. “That was my plan all along.” He kisses me then, deep and all tongue. It’s hot, and I never want to stop. He runs his tongue along mine, and then he sucks my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like the wine he drank, and I want more. He presses his hips into mine, the hard line of his cock making it real hard to let him leave. I pull back slightly, meeting his heated gaze as he cuddles me tighter in his arms. He holds me so close, I rise to my tippy-toes, but I’m secure in his arms. He kisses my nose then my top lip before leaning his head on mine. “I’ll call you.”

I want to make him promise, but I can’t project my issues on to him. If he wants me, he’ll call or text. If he doesn’t, at least I had this afternoon. I can’t make him want to be with me. He either wants to, or he doesn’t. “Okay.”

He doesn’t move, though. He still holds me, grazing his lips along mine and holding me tight against him. I kiss his lip then his chin before nuzzling my nose into his neck. “If you don’t go now, I’m gonna climb you like a tree and make you mine.”

He squeezes me, chuckling as he kisses my temple. “Maybe that’s what I’m hoping will happen.”

Before either of us can give in to our desires, his phone rings once more. “Damn it.” He holds me with one arm while he uses his other to bring his phone to his ear. “Yo. Dude, I’m coming. Relax.” He hangs up before pressing his lips to my forehead. “I gotta go.”

“Okay.”

Reluctantly, he lets me go, but not without a long, vigorous kiss goodbye. The kiss is so hot, I consider doing as I threatened and climbing him like a tree to hump his face. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. To my dismay, he pulls away, and I grab my robe before I walk him downstairs. Our kiss at the door is quick and not what I wanted to say bye with, but his phone had started ringing again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s fine.”

“I’ll call you,” he promises, and I want to believe him. I do. But this all seems too good to be true. He answers his phone and waves at me as he walks out. I shut the door once he’s through it and lock it. I lean my back against the surface, breathless, and then I press my hand to my chest.



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