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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I look away as I blow out a breath, and I have the urge to tell him it isn’t the wins but his granddaughter instead. Maybe if I’m honest and tell him my intentions, it won’t blindside him. Not one of his granddaughters ever told him about their love interests, just waited until he found out. Maybe Clara and I will be different?

I don’t tell him, though, since maybe I should ask her first. Yeah, she said the bit about being her only customer, but that’s sex. Fucking hell, this girl has me all in my head. Before I can say anything, though, Dan’s phone rings. He waves to me, answering it and leaving my office.

Leaving me with my thoughts.

Of Clara.

I turn my phone over to see another text from her. It’s another photo of her, cuddling with Darcy, Gordie, and Gretzky out in her dog park. While she has clothes on, an athletic outfit of shorts and a tank, it isn’t what she’s wearing that has my mouth going dry.

It’s that fucking smile of hers.

A mix of happiness and something sneaky.

Like she has a secret.

Only for me.

I want to know them all.

CHAPTER 18

Clara

Unsure if I can last two hours before getting some food, I make sure the boys are all set at the playhouse before I head into town for a smoothie and maybe a muffin. Hopefully Drippy Drip has their pomegranate-orange muffins. They are my favorite. I almost consider calling Riggs to see if he wants anything, but that seems a little too girlfriend/boyfriend when he only just fucked me stupid this morning. I don’t want him to think the muffin is a reward for a job well done. No, I want to reward him in all kinds of different ways.

Yet I want to bring him a muffin.

In the girlfriend/boyfriend sense.

Maybe I will since that’s how Louisa and Ciaran got started. They bought each other muffins and then screwed each other’s brains out. Muffins and sex seem a pretty legit combination, in my opinion. Be a nice late-night snack. Before I can fall too deeply into my thoughts of sex, muffins, and Riggs, my phone rings.

“Hey, sis!” I answer, and Elliot’s voice fills my SUV.

“Hey, what’ve you got planned tonight? I thought maybe we could go shopping since I’ll be busy tomorrow with the game.”

I press my lips together. “I’m surprised you’re not gonna shack up with Alex.”

She giggles. “I will if you have plans, but I wanted to tell you all about his mom. How amazing she is, and what happened in Michigan.”

“What happened?”

“I want to tell you in person.”

My heart clenches. “Tell me now.”

“Why? Do you have plans?”

I make a face, but I don’t feel right lying to her. I thought I could lie to her when it came to Riggs, but I can’t. I love and respect my sister too much for that. “I do.”

“Oh! What are you doing?”

“You tell me your news first.”

I don’t have to see her face to know her brows are drawn in and she’s glaring. “Clara Drew, what are you doing tonight? Or rather…who are you doing?”

“Rude!” I yell, even though I laugh too. “For your information, there will be dinner before I do him.”

She scoffs. “Shit, knowing you, you’ll probably fuck him as you two eat.”

I snort. “You make me sound so dirty.”

“You are. You make me look like a nun. And I don’t mean by how many guys. I mean by the freaky shit you do with them.”

“Hey, don’t play. You take all my ideas and use them on Alex.”

Her laughter is like music, but I know she’s blushing hard. “I did use that little blow job trick the other night.”

“Which one? Where you fuck yourself with a dildo and suck him off?”

“Jesus Christ, Clara!”

“What? That’s hot.”

“No, when I hollow out my mouth and have him fuck my throat.”

“Oh,” I say dryly. “That’s not a trick, El. That’s normal head on a Tuesday afternoon.”

“Oh my God, Clara!” she squeals, giggling like a little Sunday-schooler. “You are too much.”

“But you love me.”

“I do,” she agrees. “So, tell me who you’re doing tonight?”

Damn it, I thought I had distracted her. “I don’t know if I want to tell you yet. Let me see how it goes.”

She pauses for a moment, and then her voice is loud as she yells, “You hooked up with Riggs, didn’t you! Girl, you’ve worked for him for four days.”

“What? I told you I think he’s hot.”

“Well, duh, he is. But he is emotionally closed off to everyone.”

“I don’t think so. He was pretty passionate when he was wrecking the shit out of me this morning.” I look down at my bruised thighs from the strength in his powerful hips. “I’m pretty sure I’m walking bowlegged.”

“For the love of all things holy…” she mutters, and I know she’s shaking her head. “How?”


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