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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Oh, she’d choke on my cock, but I’d welcome it.

Jesus Christ, I need to get out of here.

CHAPTER 3

Louisa

Stabby?

Yup, I’m going to stab my sister.

I can’t look away, despite my embarrassment and not knowing what this intruder has heard. I watch as he lifts himself from the chair, and confidence rolls off him in waves. He stands to his full height, massive, and tucks his hands into the front pocket of his black hoodie. I could assume the hoodie is just big on him, but I’m pretty sure that thickness is all him. I bet he’s corded with muscles, and by the look of his thighs in his jeans, I think I’m right. But none of that matters when his cornflower-blue eyes meet mine. It’s almost like he’s trying to hide his features with his hood up, but nothing can hide the hard lines of his jaw or the plumpness of his top lip.

Especially when he grins.

Oh, the sun has nothing on the shine from that smile. His teeth are bright white and straight, a stark contrast to the dark hair on his jaw. His eyes settle on me, and heat spreads through me like lava, straight to my pussy, making my clit throb for him. I curl my toes up under myself tighter, squeezing my thighs together as he heads for the back door. I feel as if he isn’t going to answer me, but then his lips quirk.

“Long enough to know that we are both fans of pomegranates.”

My body goes cold, and I cut my gaze to my sister as she holds a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and full of laughter. I should probably climb in this box and die with the dragon fantasy novel I just received, but I look back in his direction, only to see him slip out the door with not even a second glance. I gawk at his exit and then look back at my sister.

“Did you know he was here?”

She shrugs, feigning innocence. “I saw him come in, but then your gentleman caller came rushing down the stairs⁠—”

“He saw that?!”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

I stare at her, my heart pounding. “He probably thinks I’m a whore.”

She ignores my whining and walks over to where he was sitting. She reaches for the book on the end table and holds it up. While it’s an oldie, it’s packed with the kinkiest sex I’ve ever read. My jaw drops, and she snorts. “Our rather massive, pomegranate-eating guy may be a bit of a whore too.”

I gasp. “He was reading that?”

“Yeah, for the last hour.”

“What!” I holler, my eyes widen. “Here?”

“No, somewhere else,” she says dryly. “Yes, here, Lou!”

How was that man here, and I didn’t even know it? “That’s weird. Right? Odd?”

“Not really,” she says, putting the book away. “He’s here every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Huh?” Surely I would have noticed. But if he came in the back, I wouldn’t have. I’m always at the desk unless I’m stocking books. “Are you serious?”

“Totally serious. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t buy, just reads. In this spot.”

“Something isn’t computing here.”

“What isn’t computing? A hot guy reads hot books in your store without you knowing it?”

“Yes,” I complain. “How long have you known?”

“For a couple weeks,” she says simply, sitting down in his chair, grinning. “I thought you knew.”

“Don’t you think I would have said something?”

She shrugs. “I thought maybe you didn’t care.”

“Eliza, really? I make it a priority to welcome customers, especially super-hot guys with cornflower-blue eyes who read kink.”

Eliza gives me a bright grin. “You should come over here. He’s left his scent behind.”

“You freak,” I tease, but I scoot toward her until his spicy scent hits me, and I groan in appreciation. God, he smells like sex.

My sister only laughs. “Takes one to know one. You came over here sniffing too!”

“Because you told me to.”

“So, if I said to jump off a bridge, you would?”

I nod. “Especially if he’s at the bottom!” That has Eliza choking on her laughter. I don’t laugh, though; I’m too dizzy from his scent. “Jesus, who is he?”

“I don’t know. But he’ll be back Thursday, and you should bring a pomegranate to share with him.”

I blink. “I can’t believe you allowed me to go on like that when he could hear it all.”

Eliza doesn’t seem the least bit concerned. “He obviously thought it was funny.”

“Because that’s what I want—a super-hot guy who reads knowing I just want to be fucked.”

She gives me a dry look, and that makes me feel like she’s not understanding the problem at all, which is beyond me. “I don’t see any issue here.”

I groan loudly, lying back on the floor and looking at the high ceilings of the shop. When my peepaw built this for me, I told him I wanted it to be very Victorian-like, and he delivered, with the high ceilings and gorgeous black crown molding along the dark-green walls. Gold pendant lights hang in the most perfect spots, giving a Slytherin House vibe to the place. For some it may also give off dark romance vibes, but for me, it’s just my aesthetic. Thankfully, I carry all romance—from vanilla to full-on smut. Something for everyone.


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