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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Me: No, not in the way you think. Only when there is movement that I don’t expect to be there.

Clara: You know that’s fucked up, right? Especially since you didn’t tell me.

I clench my jaw.

Me: I do realize that, and I apologize for not informing you sooner.

She reads my message but doesn’t answer. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my hands go numb as I hold my phone in a death grip. I close my eyes, feeling like the biggest fucker in the world, until I hear the whoosh of an alert.

I look down to find her message.

Clara: So, what? When there is movement, you just watch me?

Me: No. I make sure everything is okay, and that’s it.

Clara: Why don’t I believe you?

Because we both know I’m a creep.

Clara: How many times have you watched me?

Lie, you dumb fuck. Lie!

Me: Maybe we should have this conversation in person.

Clara: Or you can be honest.

I swallow hard as her next message comes through.

Clara: How many times?

Me: I’d really rather have this conversation in person.

Clara: Answer the question, Riggs.

I’m tempted to ignore her request. I could reasonably act as though my phone is dead since I’ll be home in twenty. I’m at the airport, sitting in my car since the notification came when I got into the driver’s seat. We took an early flight in since the game went into overtime last night and I didn’t want my team on a late-night flight. I think it is better for Clara and me to discuss this in person, but this may be easier. Not having to see the disgust on her face. I sure as hell don’t want to lie to her. Maybe admitting my guilt will help ease it.

And lose my dog sitter and possibly bring a lawsuit.

No big deal.

With shaky fingers, I type back.

Me: I’ve only checked the camera in the bedroom twice, and the one at the front every time you leave to make sure you’ve locked the door. I can show you my history. It registers when I log on.

It doesn’t take long before she writes me back.

Clara: Twice in the bedroom? You watched me in the bedroom? When? This morning and when?

Me: I didn’t watch you. I just checked.

Clara: When was the other time?

I don’t have to answer her; she knows, and while it was the best orgasm of my life, I feel like shit for it.

Me: The first night you were there. I wasn’t expecting you back so early. I wanted to be sure it was you.

Bubbles appear then disappear, and then nothing comes for a full minute. I close my eyes, knowing I’ve fucked up. I’m tempted to go to the arena and wait for her to leave the house so I don’t have to face her, but I’m no coward. I fucked up. I need to apologize, but I want to do it in person. I start my car, and right as I go to back out, my phone sounds. I look down to see it’s her, though I knew it would be.

Clara: Did you watch me?

I shouldn’t answer. I don’t want to upset her, but the damage is already done.

Me: When?

Clara: Riggs. Did you watch me?

Me: Can I please talk to you when I get there? I’m on my way.

Clara: Answer me.

Me: Yes. I watched you.

Clara: Why?

Me: You know why.

Clara: I do?

Me: Yes.

Clara: I don’t. Tell me.

Me: Because I couldn’t look away or turn off my phone, even if someone held a gun to my head.

Clara: So, you wanted to watch me.

Me: I needed to watch you.

Seconds tick by, and my heart is beating so hard, my vision is hazy.

Clara: I thought I was bad for your health.

Me: You are. Doesn’t mean I care a bit about my health.

Suddenly, my camera app alerts me to movement, but I ignore it, waiting for her reply.

Clara: Look at the camera.

I do as she says, and I find her in the middle of my bed with her hand between her legs. She is wearing a large white tee, and her panties are pushed to the side, revealing just a hint of her center. Instantly, my cock swells, and everything goes tight. My body vibrates with lust, a heaviness sits on my chest, and I know this is the moment when I can turn the camera off and ignore her…or watch what I so desperately want to see.

Yet I go for option three.

I hit her contact, and her voice is deep when she answers. “Mmm-hmm?”

Fuck me, she sounds like sin, and I am ready to punch my one-way ticket straight to hell.

My voice is gravelly as I say, “Take your hand off my pussy, Clara.”

She takes in a deep breath before asking, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” I say, squealing out of the parking lot. “If you’re going to come in my bed, it’ll be from the pleasure I give you.”


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