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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My gift to her when I drafted was to pay off her house, and then I had designers come in and build her real libraries, with floor-to-ceiling bookcases and rolling ladders. I think that’s another reason I love this shop, not only for the hot owner and the books, but for the massive number of bookcases and rolling ladders. It reminds me of home, and that reason alone has me coming here more than I should.

I share an apartment with one of my teammates, Alejandro Cruz, and while I love the big doof, he teases me relentlessly when he sees me come home with one of these books. He won’t just let me be, let me read in my room or on the patio. No, he has to tease me and act a fool until I give in and play video games. When he realized I read naughty books, he called me a pussy and told me to watch porn like a real man.

He grew up with three brothers, the baby of the family, so he doesn’t know how to act unless he’s bullying someone. It’s rather concerning, but under all that roughness is a good dude. I’ve known him since I was a kid, and when we both found out we were traded to the Assassins and would be going to Knoxville together, we were stoked. I’d just forgotten how much of an annoying dick he can be.

The younger sister lets out a not-so-ladylike snort that makes me smile and pulls me away me from thoughts of Cruz. “Not at all. You’ll be someone’s Persephone, Lou. Don’t worry.”

Lou. Hmm, I wonder what that’s short for. No one ever says her name around town; it’s always “that Dirty Pages hussy.” I really don’t know why people are like that.

I love a woman who loves her sexuality, and I feel that romance books help women realize their wants, their desires and, most of all, their kinks. It’s actually a service to men everywhere—if they’d just swallow their pride and listen. A hard feat for some, apparently, but not for me. Though, I don’t have time for any of that. I’ve got goals to achieve, and I truly don’t have time for anything else.

“How does it feel to always be so optimistic, Eliza? Because for me, it’s annoying,” Lou says, her voice getting louder as Eliza’s laughter follows her. I look up just as she walks by, a huge box in her arms as she grumbles something about her sister being a stupid ray of sunshine. I almost chuckle at her dismay, but then I’m taken aback by how tightly her jeans hug her hips. She carefully sets down the box, squatting with the motion as the fabric of her jeans strains from the curve of all that ass. I lean back, stretching my body like a cat as I watch her move. I pray her pants split down the middle so I can see more, but then I’m distracted as she shakes her hair out behind her, the dark, shoulder-length waves flowing along her back.

My mouth goes dry when she drops to her knees, her cute little toes curling up under her ass as she pulls her hair into a high, messy ponytail. She’s wearing a crop top, and I can see the curves and rolls along her ribs. I want to grab them, squeeze her flesh between my fingers as I get lost in the crook of her neck. I can see the perfect spot I’d bite and soothe with my tongue. I’d get her earlobe between my teeth and then whisper the dirtiest shit in her ear. Things she’s only read, but I’m going to do to her.

I swallow hard, my eyes traveling along every inch of her neck and jaw, and yeah, I need to go.

Like now.

I close the book, not even the least bit interested in it anymore, and start to get out of the huge stuffed leather chair when Eliza comes around the corner with another box of books. She meets my gaze, grins, and then looks at her sister.

Eliza is a beautiful girl too, but she’s smaller than I like. I don’t enjoy the fear of breaking a girl with my cock. I need someone hearty, someone who can handle each rough thrust I intend to deliver. I’d break Eliza. She’s little, no curves. But Lou? Lord, she has so many curves and dips that I’d ignore every traffic sign warning me of just that and drive full force into her.

Yup, I really need to go.

“Maybe if you were a little more optimistic, then you wouldn’t be so stabby.”

Lou sends her sister a dark look, but she must have noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She whips her hazel gaze at me, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open in the perfect O before she sputters, “How long have you been there?”



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