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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My heart is pounding when we finally pull away. All of the throbbing and tingling has moved between my thighs. I clench them together, but the throb only deepens. I want to shove my hand down there and touch myself, but I fight the intense urge and keep my hands on his muscular arms instead.

“I was hoping I’d get to do that again,” Nolan says in a low sensual voice as he licks my taste off his lips.

“So was I.”

He grins and then swoops in, kissing me again.

“I’m sorry about the towel,” he says as he moves away from me. I nearly moan in frustration when my hands slip off his body. “You caught me getting out of the shower.”

Like I would be bothered by that.

I lean against the window and moan as I eye fuck him in that towel. He’s so goddamn hot with his muscular chest and perfect abs. His shoulders are big and round, and his arms are just perfection. I suck in a little breath when I see that he’s hard. The shape of his erection is showing through that towel—long, hard, and thick.

My mouth waters as I take a long look. The throb in my pussy deepens.

“Let me put something on,” he says as he makes his way to the bedroom.

“Sure,” I squeak out as my eyes are treated to the sexy view of his backside. His ass in that towel is a sight I’ll never forget. I roam my eyes up his broad back with all of his muscles rippling and clenching with each step. I fight back a moan.

He disappears into the room and I drop the back of my head against the window with a groan. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control.

I’m fluttering all over. My pussy is on fire. I’ve never felt this much need before. Not even close.

After a few deep breaths, I open my eyes and look around, soaking this all in. I’m not supposed to be here and that just makes it even hotter.

Nolan has been on my mind all week and then watching him tonight, performing the way he did… His quick reflexes, his skilled hands… I can’t believe I’m here with him. With this hot, talented goalie who’s wearing nothing but a towel…

I smooth my hair back with my trembling hands and then turn to the city, looking at the cars driving down below. How many of those cars are people making their way to their lovers?

“Would you like a drink?”

I turn and swallow hard when I see Nolan walking out of the room in light gray chino pants and a white button-up linen shirt. The shirt is loose and untucked, the top few buttons undone, which shows off the top of his muscular chest. His sleeves are also unbuttoned, hanging loose around his thick wrists. He has no shoes or socks on, just bare feet as he heads toward the bar.

He’s still a bit wet from his shower, so his shirt is sticking to his back in parts, little wet spots darkening the expensive material. I bet if I took off my panties, I’d have similar wet spots on them.

“What are you making?” I ask as I wander off with my heart pounding.

“How about an espresso martini?” he asks as he flicks a crystal martini glass with a ding. “That way we can be up all night long.”

Those X-rated brown eyes look me up and down as he says it.

“Better make it a double,” I say with a flirty grin.

“My kind of girl,” he says as he starts making it. I lean on the bar and watch as he fills the shaker with ice and then starts adding the ingredients.

“I prepped the espresso shots before you arrived,” he says as he pours them into the shaker with a flick of his wrist. “The key to a perfect espresso martini is to have the espresso at room temperature.”

He adds some Kahlúa, a splash of syrup, and Vodka. I love how he’s so good with his hands. I could watch him do this all night.

The ice clanks in the shaker as he shakes it and then he pours out two martinis. They’re beautiful with a nice beige foamy top.

“Cheers,” he says as he holds one up. “To the start of something great.”

I pick up my glass, clink it to his, and take a sip. It’s delicious.

“Mmmmm,” I say with a moan. “That’s so good.”

“You have a little…”

He runs his finger over the top of my lip, collecting the foam. I watch with my breath held as he brings his finger to his lips and sucks the foam off.

“So, what does it feel like to stand in the net with the whole world watching?” I ask him.

He smiles as he looks at me. “Exciting. Thrilling. You never know what’s going to happen and your whole body comes alive. Kind of like right now.”


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