The Goalie (The San Antonio Hyenas #5) Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The San Antonio Hyenas Series by Olivia T. Turner
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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It would be even more amazing with Nolan here. I look back and search for him.

He’s standing with the team off to the side, but his eyes aren’t on the stage.

They’re on me.

I shiver from the intensity of them. I can feel all that desire and heat wrapping around me as I start to move.

It’s time to give this gorgeous man a show.

I grin as I start to move my body, trying to tease him and drive him wild.

He’s going to fall for me by the end of the night.

Let’s see Mr. Hot Goalie try and stop that.

CHAPTER FIVE

Nolan

Goddamn.

I’m trying not to get hard.

My girl is dancing on the dance floor with the other girls and she looks so damn sexy I can’t think straight. Every move has me groaning. That swaying ass… Those jiggling tits… Her hair bouncing on her shoulders… This is the show of a lifetime.

Gemini-X is playing and I don’t think I’ve looked at the stage once. I can’t take my eyes off Grace.

I’m mesmerized. I can’t look away.

She looks over her shoulder at me while lifting her hair and I let out a groan at the flirty sight of those sexy blue eyes looking me up and down. This girl is perfection. Innocent, yet wickedly tempting. I’m in deep.

I moan as she licks her full red lips, apparently trying to make my heart stop. If that’s her goal, it’s working.

She hikes up her long silver sparkly dress and starts moving up and down, which makes her breasts bounce to the rhythm of the song. I swallow hard as I watch.

The fire is burning inside me. It’s fierce and scorching.

I need this girl.

Grace is the one. She looks like the sweet girl next door, but she’s more than that. It didn’t take me long to see it. She’s sexy, funny, and smart as a whip. Just what I always wanted for my wife.

She turns her back to the stage as she dances, swaying those luscious hips and waving me to come join her.

I move toward her like I’m hypnotized. She’s in control of my legs, my heart, my everything.

Just as I reach the dance floor, Coach Moss steps in front of me and blocks my path, staring at me with Terminator eyes. It jerks me out of my dazed euphoric state and yanks me back into cruel reality.

His arms are crossed and his jaw is clenched as he glares at me like he’s trying to melt my face off with his eyes.

“I told you she’s off limits,” he hisses. “That’s my daughter you’re lusting after, Barlowe.”

“I wasn’t—” I try to explain, but he doesn’t want to hear it.

“You think I don’t know what’s up?” he says in a tight voice. “I’ve been around, buddy.” He pokes my chest hard. “I’ve been surrounded by professional hockey players longer than you’ve been alive. And I’ve seen the revolving door of girls around teams. I’m not stupid.”

If only he knew about these guys. They’re all obsessed with their girls and treat them like gold.

“It’s not like that,” I quickly say, desperately trying to make him see. “Your daughter is⁠—”

“Coach Moss!” Tucker’s girlfriend Jane says as she grabs his arm. “It’s so great to see you! Is this a new suit?” She runs her hand over his lapel. “Have you been working out?”

“A little bit,” he says, looking confused and flustered as she pulls him away.

“It’s so loud over here,” she shouts as she pulls him off the dance floor. “Let’s go talk over here. I have something to ask you.”

His heated eyes dart back to me for a second, but Jane is persistent and pulls him away.

I take a breath of relief and wind through the dance floor to where my girl is waiting with a gorgeous smile on her face.

“Was that you?” I ask with a grin.

She lifts her eyebrows up and down while giving me a flirty look. “It takes a whole team to keep my protective father at bay. Believe me, I’ve been doing it for years.”

I grin. “You’re an evil genius.”

“Maybe, but I use my powers for good.”

She turns and faces the stage, rubbing her body against me as she dances to the upbeat song. Everyone around us is enjoying the show, but I can’t help but focus on Grace. The delicious smell of her brown hair, the soft feel of her swaying hips, the tempting look of those breasts bouncing as I peek over her shoulder at her cleavage—it’s all making me rock hard.

A little gasp escapes her lips when she feels it, but she doesn’t stop moving, grazing my erection every now and then with her perfect ass.

The song ends and everyone cheers. I finally look up at Gemini-X. She’s wearing tiny black leather shorts, something I’m not sure is a bra or a shirt, and has tight ripped fishnet over some parts. It’s not my style—I prefer sweet girls like Grace—but Svensson is in the front row drooling at her.


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