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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Especially if I can convince Eliza to go with me.

Not that I deserve that.

When a knock sounds at the hotel room door, I lean back from the sink where I’m shaving to glance at it. I don’t know who it could be. I glance down at my phone to check the time, and yeah, no clue who would be knocking on my door. I’m not due back to the rink until three. I place my razor down before making sure my towel is tight at my waist. I put my hand to the door and I glance in the peephole, but something is blocking it. Something purple. Confused, I pull on the door handle, and on my next heartbeat, the muscle in my chest promptly explodes.

In front of me stands my wife. Grinning brightly up at me. She wears a purple-and-black home Assassins jersey and black leggings, with her hair up in a high ponytail. I don’t take in her shoes or even her makeup because in one hand is a bunch of balloons reading congratulations, and in the other is a basket of all my favorite treats. But the best part? The huge purple bow on her head.

“Surprise!” she gushes and does a little wiggle.

Oh, heart be still. Gruffly, because this girl has not been answering my calls or texts, I bite out, “Wife.”

She beams, ignoring my grumpy tone. “Husband! Surprise!”

Who am I kidding? I can’t resist this woman. I can’t help but smile before I gather her up in my arms and kiss her hard on the mouth. She molds into my body, pressing her chest to mine as I devour her sweet lips. Fuck, I’ve missed them. I’ve missed her, and feeling her in my arms is better than anything I could ever describe. When I pull back for air, I set her with a look. “Is your phone broken?”

She scoffs, pushing past me as I shut the door. “No, it’s a surprise. I couldn’t answer and lie, saying I wasn’t driving. You’d know I was coming. Which is why it’s a surprise!”

“If you say surprise one more time…” I warn as I follow her through the hotel room. She tsks at my messiness, but I ignore her, wrapping my arms around her from behind. “I will make your sweet ass red with my handprints.”

She wiggles said ass into my groin. “Promise?”

I bite the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. “Spicy,” I mutter at her quick intake of breath. I kiss the spot. “I missed you.”

After setting everything down, she turns in my arms, and I notice she has a cup in her hand. She boops my nose. “I missed you more. Look, I even brought you a pregame espresso that I made. It’s called the ‘Coleson Is Playing for the Nashville Assassins, and I’m so Proud.’”

I grin. “Did that take up the whole specials board?”

She nods happily. “Sure did. And everyone is so impressed!”

I don’t argue because I don’t care. I only care that she’s here in my jersey—well, my Assassins jersey. God, she’s so pretty. I cup her face. “I can’t believe you came.”

She gives me a look. “Um, there is nowhere else I want to be.” She pats my stomach and then sighs. “Can you put some clothes on?”

I grin and fall even more for her. “Can’t handle my nudity?”

“Nope, and I’m not ashamed to admit it,” she teases with a wink before she starts picking up my trash. I make the mistake of taking a long pull of my drink and can’t stop her in time. With a look, she mutters, “You just checked in. How is this place already a mess?”

I chuckle at her as she moves around, and I go to the microwave to warm up my ice-cold espresso. I know if I try to stop her, she’ll snap at me. When she groans, I grimace because I know she’s seen my suitcase. “Coleson, what is the point of me buying you these packing cubes if you don’t use them!”

“Hey, Eliza,” I say, wanting to distract her. Her eyes meet mine, and I smile. “You’re gorgeous in my jersey.”

Her lips quirk. “Stop giving me those eyes before I end up on my knees in front of you and the jersey my sister had made for me gets messy.”

I smirk, leaning against the desk and drinking her in. It’s been a long six days, and I want her desperately, but I have rules for game days. She knows them and respects them like the good girl she is. I can’t help but tease her, though. “Like you’d let drops fall on the jersey.”

She shrugs, thinking that over. “True. I am good at taking all of you.”

My cock roars to life, and I groan as heat settles in my belly. “You’re evil.”

She isn’t the least bit sorry, just grinning at me as she sorts through my suitcase. “Go put some clothes on.”


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