Pucks and Coffee (Knoxville Bears #2) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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It’s cute.

And frustrating.

“I should have kicked that chick in the cunt,” I muse, ignoring the fact that he probably stiffened up because I was at his games. I don’t want to talk about that or give him time to ask me more about it. I want to be there, and nothing will keep me from supporting him. Thankfully, Elliot snorts. She pulls my attention to her, and I see her shaking her head.

“And you say you’re not violent,” Elliot teases, and I flash her a look. I guess I understand why she hit Coleson, not that it’s okay. But that urge to protect the person you love—holy shit, what? Love…? Wow, okay. When did that happen? My eyes widen at my inner revelation, and I feel like I’m the one who’s been kicked in the cunt.

I was not expecting to feel that way for him, but I don’t know why I’m surprised. I’ve always wanted to love someone. I’ve always wanted to care for someone and be a team together. I knew from the start that I would fall for Coleson Katz. I’m not even surprised it happened this quickly. I just wish the pain of him never loving me didn’t threaten to suffocate me at this moment.

At this moment when I’m in his arms in front of his whole team—and my sister.

“Could you even reach her cunt with your foot? Your legs are rather short.” I glare up at him as Elliot snickers, and Coleson just grins. His dimples are on display, making my love for him burn even hotter.

“Would you like me to demonstrate?” I ask, lightly pressing my elbow into his groin.

He hisses a breath and moves out of the way, wrapping his arms around me tighter. Against my ear, he whispers, “Now, now. You damage my cock, I won’t be able to see it in your mouth when I get you alone.”

Heat flushes through my body, and I want him. All of him. All for myself. As I’ve done before when I’ve been overwhelmed by my feelings or feeling way too much, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I gather all my emotions together, and I imagine bottling them up before throwing them into the blackness of the back of my mind. If I can’t find them, I can’t feel them. They’ll stay there. They have to. Because if I find them, let them out, and allow them to grow, I’ll be his forever.

Even after he leaves me.

“Eliza, are you okay?” Elliot’s voice has me opening my eyes quickly, and I nod.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“You know I don’t like that look,” she warns, and I wave her off. She’s probably remembering when I would do this while growing up. It was the only way I was able to handle what was done to my sisters. Standing in nothing but a bra and panties, I would close my eyes and act like I was anywhere but there, being looked at by men I didn’t want anything to do with.

“I’m fine,” I insist, and then I feel Coleson’s eyes on me.

“You sure?” he asks, his eyes full of concern too, and my heart swells at the sight. How can he care for me but not want to be with me or love me? Why won’t he tell me? This isn’t the time or the place, so I only nod once more.

I set Elliot with a look and say, “Yes, just annoyed.”

He cuddles me in closer and kisses my neck. I smile at the feel of his lips, and I feel Elliot’s gaze on me. “So, things are well, it seems?” she draws out, and I smile up at her.

“Yes, they are.”

“Good,” she says as Coleson looks over at her. “I’m glad you’re keeping your word about not hurting my sister. Though, it’s only been a week.”

“Over a week,” he corrects as he tucks me into his side. “And I don’t go back on my word.”

Even I hear the promise in his voice, and I can tell it pleases Elliot. It tickles my gut, for sure. She cocks her head to the side. “I don’t regret hitting you, though.”

I roll my eyes as Coleson chuckles. “I would expect nothing less. I deserved it, even if I didn’t know that you two were related.”

Elliot gives him a look. “He really didn’t,” I interject. “He thought you were a Davenport.”

She doesn’t seem convinced, but she shrugs. “Either way, it’s been a very long time since I’ve seen my sister smile like she is, so I won’t kick your ass again.”

“You’re so kind,” Coleson says dryly, though his voice holds a bit of humor.

I pat his arm that is at my hip. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

“You can’t protect my face, little wife,” he teases, and I shake my head, this time jabbing him playfully in the side. His laughter is deep and warms my belly in the way only he can. I love that he hasn’t stopped touching me since he kissed me back at home.


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