Pucks and Pups (Knoxville Bears #5) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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She beams. “Thank you. I am.”

I nod, and I know this is my cue to go, but I can’t. “Did you come from a workout?”

“I did.” She looks down at herself. “I didn’t get to change.”

And thank fuck for that. I lick my lips and beg myself to keep my eyes on hers. “Did you eat?”

Why did I ask that? Why do I care?

Because she said the other night that she always forgets to eat and then inhales her food at dinner after a long day.

Foolish girl.

She gives me a surprised look. “I got an iced coffee,” she says, pointing to the front where her coffee is in a cupholder.

“That’s not food, lass.”

Her eyes sparkle as a small grin moves across her lips. “I know, but I didn’t have time.”

“Make it,” I demand, and her grin falls.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re out here working your ass off, and it’s hot as fuck out. You need to eat and hydrate.”

She salutes me. “Yes, Coach, Sir, Man Guy!”

I give her a dark look, and she grins. She then leans in, and I get a whiff of her cherry smell that has my cock begging me to make all the bad decisions. Ones that involve her bent over the nearest surface. “Just so ya know, I’m an adult.”

I scoff. “Barely.”

She glares. “I am twenty-one years old, thank you.”

“Aye. Yippee, huh? Go get you a drink with your twenty-one-year-old self, but God forbid you get some food, aye?”

Her navy eyes narrow. “Do you get more Scottish when you’re annoyed?”

This fucking girl.

I blink, and I wait for the attraction to die down. I wait for myself to realize she is a baby and I can’t fuck her.

That realization doesn’t come.

And that pisses me the fuck off.

Through clenched teeth, I say, “That’s adorable. Now, wait here.”

“For what?”

“Because I told ya to,” I throw over my shoulder at her. I look back in time to see her pout, her nose and brow wrinkling as I jog back to my place.

Why do I find that so cute?

I hurry into the kitchen, making her two peanut butter sandwiches and then cutting up some apples and strawberries for her. I select one of my travel cups and fill it with ice water before grabbing her key that I had made. I carry everything out and find her sitting in the driver’s seat. Her brows pull together, and something flashes in her eyes as I close the distance between us and hand her everything I’ve made her.

“You made me food.”

“Yeah. I can’t have you falling over with my dogs.”

“This is very kind of you.” She takes a bite of the sandwich and grins. “I love PB and J.”

I nod. “Good. Now, eat. And don’t let me find out you’ve skipped meals again.”

She grins, that damn challenge in her eyes. “And what happens if you do?”

This girl is just as much of a menace as her fucking fool of a dog. My fists clench as I keep my gaze locked with hers. I want to tell her exactly what will happen and how she won’t be able to sit, but if I do that, she’ll know I want her.

I can’t want her.

Frustrated, I snap, “Just do it, aye?”

Flames dance in her eyes, and everything inside me tightens. “Maybe I want to know what will happen.”

I blink. Is she flirting with me?

I swallow hard. “Believe me, you don’t.”

“Will you make me run laps?”

I glare at her, my heart slamming inside my chest. “No, I have something more in mind.”

“More?” she asks, her lips curving in a sneaky little grin. “Are we talking, like, dirty more? Or, like, running more?”

Unable to handle her, I turn to the boys and kiss them both. When Darcy licks me, I glare at him. “Behave, you.”

I should be saying that to his mom.

Clara’s angelic giggles run down my spine, and my stomach clenches. “Tell Daddy bye, boys!”

Daddy.

Fucking fuck me sideways. My eyes drift shut as I inhale sharply. I turn to look at her, drinking her in and wanting her to say that again—but to me.

While my dick is deep inside her tight little cunt.

I gotta go.

“I’ll be in touch,” I say, moving past her.

“I sent you the link for the app. Make sure to get it so you can see all the pictures I post, and I’ll text you when I get to the house tonight.”

“I don’t like apps.”

She gives me a dry look. “Okay, Grandpa.”

God, are you there? Help me, please. “Text me the pics, aye?”

“Aye-aye, Captain.”

I want to laugh, but I don’t want her to know I think she’s funny. Or that I enjoy her messing with me. I nod, feeling like my heart is about to break free from my ribs. “Sounds good. Be safe, Clara.”

“You too, Riggs.”

I step out, and she closes the door behind me. I look over my shoulder when she hits the horn, grinning widely at me. I can’t stop myself from laughing, which is unlike me. I can’t help it. Not only do I hear the dogs barking to “Jingle Bells” again, but I swear she is a ball of sunshine. She’s so luminous, and I love being on the receiving end of her glow.


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