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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He squeezes my hips. “I’m good, Wife. I promise.”

I smile as I rub my nose along his. “Hey, at least we know your cock works great.”

Coleson’s lips curve, and those dimples shine. “I knew that from the top when you gave me my first sponge bath,” he chuckles, and I smile widely at him. “I owe you a vacation, foot rubs, multiple orgasms, and all the lotus tea you can drink.”

I snort at that since I know he’s being serious. He ordered me the stuff to make my drink at the house here in Nashville since I didn’t like the version he found for me at a local coffee shop. Since being laid up, my husband has developed a bit of a shopping habit. “Oh, I’m not even the least bit worried about you paying me back. Just wait until we get pregnant.”

He takes a sharp breath and gives me a look. “One thing at a time, Wife. Maybe we should get a dog so you can make sure I’m good at taking care of others?”

I give him an indulgent look. “Coleson, you take great care of people. And when it’s time for our child, you’ll be the same.”

His eyes search mine. “How do you know?”

“Because you love me, and you’ll love them just the same.”

“It terrifies me to have kids.”

I grin at him. “I used to terrify you.”

He chokes out a laugh. “You still do!”

I kiss his nose. “I’m not saying now, but you’ll repay me one day.”

“Sure will, and every day until then.”

“I know,” I whisper, stroking my fingers along his cheeks and jaw.

His eyes shine as he kisses my top lip. “That easy, huh?”

I grin, nodding. “It’s been that easy since we met.”

“You make it easy,” he corrects. “And I do love you—very much—Eliza.”

“I know that too,” I say, kissing his nose. “Now, come on. Let’s get you up and going so we can get to breakfast.”

He squeezes my ass. “I don’t need to go out there.”

“No?”

He spreads my cheeks. “Nope, I got the perfect present right here.”

“Coleson,” I whine, and his eyes darken with desire.

“Eliza,” he mimics, and I can’t help but giggle.

That is, until he kisses me.

Then I have to force myself to remember why I have to show up for Christmas morning.

CHAPTER 45

Coleson

I’m ready to be out of this wheelchair.

I watch as my wife moves around the room like a damn fairy, cleaning and gushing over everyone. The room is decked out with a huge floor-to-ceiling Christmas tree decorated with nothing but gold accents. Fake snow and angels are everywhere.

Apparently, the girls’ first Christmas with Dan, he decorated with angels because they were his angels. It’s sweet, and I enjoy watching him interact with his granddaughters. It’s obvious he loves them deeply. He’s actually been really nice to all us guys too, which is a welcome change. Dan Davenport as a grandfather compared to as an owner is two totally different men.

Eliza takes her gift from him and beams when she opens a very pretty gold hockey necklace that she asked him for. I know if I look at the stick, it’ll have my number on it how she wanted. I watch as he puts it on her, and I find that I’m jealous. I hate being confined to one spot. I want nothing more than to chase her down and make her sit. She hasn’t sat since we’ve all gathered, and it’s driving me insane.

She’s such a mother hen, and while the idea of having kids scares the fuck out of me, I know she is going to be the best mother. We have some time before we decide on that, but damn, she makes it really appealing to knock her up and watch my child grow within her. Not now. I gotta get healthy first, but maybe after. Eh, who am I kidding? If she asked me today, I’d do it.

Whatever she wants.

I love her, and these last three weeks just prove how I couldn’t have picked a better fake wife. God, I was dumb. I, of course, tried not to fall for someone who radiates love. I’m so glad I didn’t push her away when I first got hurt. I could have, but my selfish self couldn’t do it. I’ve always felt a special pull between us, and I really was an idiot to assume I could keep her at arm’s length. Not when I want to pull her to my chest with every breath I take.

My beautiful wife. My real wife.

Everyone is opening gifts and chitchatting in their matching PJs. Clara cut mine at the thigh to make sure they fit over my cast, which sucks because I was gonna use it as an excuse not to wear the ugly bright-pink PJs. I don’t know why we all need to be wearing matching PJs with Christmas-hat-wearing walruses on them, but we are. And why are they pink? Christmas colors are red and green, but my wife wasn’t hearing it. So now we all look ridiculous, not that I’m saying that out loud. I don’t want to upset my wife, not when she’s smiling like our future isn’t unknown. I guess, in a way, it’s not. Yeah, my career is. But us, we’re solid. She’s mine and I’m hers.


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