Pucks and Coffee (Knoxville Bears #2) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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She’s beautiful, and she wants nothing to do with me. Just my coffeehouse. I worry that, despite my intention of only training her how to make a good cup of coffee, she’ll end up training me how she wants me between her legs.

Damn it, I need to get laid.

Or jerk off more than once a day.

Maybe up it to four times a day when I see her.

My stomach clenches with inconvenient need as I continue making her drink. My cock presses into the zipper of my jeans at thoughts of having her laid out on the counter, a cup of coffee that I made her in her hand, with my head between her thighs, slurping up all her sweetness. She’s a little thing, and it would be nothing for me to tow her around. Take her on every surface. She wouldn’t even need to use her strength. I’d have her. I bet she’s too sweet. It’d be like dipping my fingers in honey.

Fuck me. I haven’t been with anyone in six months, like I said I wouldn’t, and it really sucks that my celibacy isn’t rewarded. I’m not saying I need a medal, but fuck, if someone could give me a break and like me, that’d be nice.

I let out a strangled sigh and then fill my lungs once more, trying to compose myself. I exhale that breath before I reach for a black straw. Then I rip the paper so that it’s still covered at the top for her to remove before turning to hand the drink to McDavid. Her eyes light up, and a smile curves her lips before she reaches out to take it from me. Our fingers brush at the exchange, and our eyes lock. Her eyes are such an interesting shade of hazel. There is a lot of green within the brown and even some flecks of gold. Her eyes sure are something, and under her gaze, I feel like she can see into my soul.

Which is unnerving as fuck.

She tips the drink at me in a gesture of thanks. “You sure you don’t want to train me?”

Unlike how I usually answer her, I pause this time as her question repeats itself over and over in my head. She wants something from me. McDavid has been asking me to train her for almost a year now, and I’ve never considered it.

Until I found out I needed a wife.

I move my gaze to her nose, to her lips, and then down as much of her body as I can see. I could be married to her. She wouldn’t make it hard. She’s easygoing. She takes my rejection about training her with ease. Doesn’t argue or even try to convince me to help her. She asks, and when I say no, she sends me a grin and goes on her way. I’ve heard people all throughout town say she’s the nicer one between her and her sister who owns the bookshop. People like her; some even respect her. She volunteers around town and even knits hats for the homeless shelter.

People love her.

I bring in my brows as I meet her confused gaze. Her mouth is parted, the straw against her plump bottom lip as she watches me. I probably look like an idiot staring at her as I assess her, but I can’t help it.

I sure as hell can’t hold myself back from asking, “Are you seeing anyone?”

CHAPTER 6

Eliza

I almost drop my drink.

By the grace of God, I don’t, because that would have been tragic. I love my drink. But did Coleson really just ask me that? Before I can even answer or repeat what he said, the espresso machine steams behind him. I give Coleson a very ominous glare as his fluid gaze holds mine. He towers over me in that way everyone does, but with him, it is different. With his sharp gaze assessing me, I feel like he’s the hunter and I’m about to be the hunted.

I wouldn’t mind being his prey…

“Seeing someone?” I blurt out, my heart in my throat.

He leans his hip into the bar, his back to the other patrons of the shop. “Yeah. Are you involved with anyone?”

My heart revs up in my chest, and under his scrutiny, I’m breathless. “Why?” I find myself asking, and he chuckles softly.

“Come on now, McDavid. I know men ask you out. Don’t seem so surprised.”

“I’m not surprised at all,” I lie. “Is that what you’re doing, asking me out?”

He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk. “I am.”

I search his gaze, trying to see if he’s fucking with me. He hasn’t given me a second glance the whole time I’ve known him. We’ve only spoken about coffee stuff, and I’ve never felt like he was attracted to me. Of course I give him flirty grins and make sure my shoulders are back so that my chest looks bigger, but I haven’t felt like he’s noticed. I even wore a tight dress here one night on the way to a date, and he only looked me in the eye. His eyes have never lingered on me like they are now.


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