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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Her eyes meet mine, tears gathering at the corners, and when one falls, I wipe it away with my thumb, breathless, feeling my legs quake under me. “Yes, love. Fuck yes. I love when my cock stretches your mouth like that.” My voice is strained. I’m surprised I got that out, honestly. But fuck, I had to tell her how much pleasure she brings me. How gorgeous she is. “Fuck, I wish you could see how good you take me, your little nose brushing my skin.” I groan deeply when she hums for me, her eyes only on me, her heated, sultry gaze making me hot everywhere. “You are fucking gorgeous, Lou. So perfect. Keep going, love. I’m going to fill up that pretty mouth, and you’re going to take it all, aren’t you?”

She nods again, and I groan loudly. My head falls back, banging into the door as she picks up the pace, sucking me deep into her hot mouth, until I can’t hold off any longer. I want to prolong this, I want to relish the feel of her mouth moving up and down my cock, but it’s all too much. She’s too much, and I can’t hold back. I go to my toes, my balls exploding before bliss takes over, rocking me to my core. I groan from deep within as I jerk into her mouth. She hums her pleasure, and it leaves me unsteady. Lights go off behind my eyes as she sucks me dry, taking all my come as if it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted in her life. My heart jackhammers in my chest as my body spasms everywhere. When I open my eyes, I watch as she pulls off my cock with a pop, her lips curving when she finds me watching her.

She was right. This is the image I want forever.

Her lips swollen and red while curved up just for me, on her knees with my name and number on her back.

Yup, I’m a goner.

CHAPTER 32

Louisa

“Do you like flowers?”

Ciaran is still leaning against the door, watching as I clean up and fix my hair from where he let it out of my messy bun. He has on his black Knoxville Bears hoodie and some jeans, looking all sexy and sporty. His hair has fallen into his eyes a bit, but he brushes it to the side when our eyes meet. I love how he looks when he comes, all spent and lazy. As if we could both cuddle up in his chair and read. It’s not a bad idea, really, but I’m still worried he’s upset.

“Like, on the road? Or in a garden? In the bathroom or in the house? Or, like, someone buying me flowers?”

“Buying them for you,” he tells me, and I shrug.

“I don’t know. I’ve never gotten flowers like that, but I assume I would like them.”

That seems to catch him off guard. His brow furrows as he holds my gaze in the mirror. “Really? No one has ever brought you flowers?”

I shake my head, turning to look at him as I throw away the paper towel I just used. “No one, not even my sisters. Though, I have bought them, and I have bought my sisters flowers. Wow, they are a bunch of bitches, huh?”

He chuckles as I walk toward him. He reaches for my hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing my palm then my wrist before wrapping it around his neck. The motion brings me in close, and his scent hits me hard. Once again, I’m more inclined to find a soft spot for us to cuddle and read than do all the crap I need to do. He presses his lips to mine, and I lean into the kiss, anchoring my hands against his chest, loving the feel of his hard body. When he pulls back, much too soon, his eyes are hooded and sexy. I kiss his jaw then his neck before cuddling into his chest. He holds me close, and my eyes drift shut in pure bliss.

But my mind won’t let me be. “I really am sorry.”

His lips move along my temple as he speaks. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“I don’t want you to be upset or nervous about my grandfather. I promise, I’ll handle him. Or I can call Austen and tell her to push for you to come to the Assassins.”

He doesn’t laugh like I wanted, but his lips do turn up against my temple. “Don’t you even think about it. I’ll earn my spot, and then I’ll have to figure out how to have my sport and you.”

I swallow, the thought of him leaving hitting me square in the gut. He has been honest since the beginning about making it to the Assassins, but every time we talk about it, I get sad. I don’t want to be three hours apart. It’s hard enough with Austen so far away, but thinking of that distance between Ciaran and me hurts. It sucks, but we’ll make it work. We have to.



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