Carlie’s Coach (Silver Spoon Falls Falcons #3) Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Silver Spoon Falls Falcons Series by Loni Ree

Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)

Silver Spoon Falls is getting a professional hockey team and these hunky athletes are about to play the most important game of all. The game of love! The sassy, curvy ladies of Silver Spoon Falls are going to bring them to their knees. Come along with Loni Ree and Nichole Rose as we build our own little world-the Silver Spoon Falls Universe where forever means exactly that. We hope you'll join us as we introduce you guys to even more of the men and women who call Silver Spoon Falls home in the Silver Spoon Falls series, the Silver Spoon Underworld series and the Silver Spoon Falls Falcons series.

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I must’ve been insane to come to this concert. I think for the thousandth time since I made my way past the graying hippy selling pot at the front door. When I heard The Psychedelic Squad was playing a concert in the small auditorium in Houston, I jumped on the chance to see my favorite band, but I’m currently regretting my impulsiveness.

The packed arena is filled with way-the-fuck-too-old-for-this-shit assholes wanting to relive their glory years and acting like morons. I’m too old for this shit. I rub the back of my neck and turn to head back out while mentally kicking my own ass for my idiotic plan to attend the concert.

After a hectic month dealing with the League, making sure all the players involved in a scheme to influence games by taking out other players were smoked out, I was at the end of my rope. Then I had the issue of one of my asshole hockey players attempting to renegotiate his already too-generous contract by playing like shit was too much, and I needed a way to decompress.

Unfortunately, my exhausted mind picked the shittiest way possible to accomplish my goal. I’m about to turn around and leave when my eyes fall on her. Standing no more than five or six feet away is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.

It might be corny but, in that instant, I feel the ground shift under my feet as I realize my life will never be the same. The tall, curvy blonde just stole my goddamn heart, and I’m not upset about it in the least.

She reaches down to tug on the front of her short skirt, attempting to stretch the tight fabric, and I see red. There’s way too fucking much silky, pale skin on display for my comfort.

As my eyes eat her up, my cock grows steadily harder behind my zipper. I watch her gorgeous honey-colored eyes widen when they meet mine. Electricity courses through my blood, nearly bringing me to my knees. She’s standing alone next to the tall wall of speakers, totally oblivious to all the hungry looks she’s receiving. Fuck that. It’s time for me to let all the assholes in this arena know she’s mine.

My heartbeat turns erratic as I make my way through the crowd toward her. I step between her and everyone else, and her delicate fragrance wraps around me, drowning out the smell of weed and sweaty bodies. “Hi.” Okay. I sound like a moron, but I don’t care. My mind has been running on half-power since the second I laid eyes on her.

“Hi.” I watch as her delicate throat moves up and down when she swallows, and my fucking cock almost explodes. Sweat breaks out on my forehead while I debate whether or not she’ll forgive me if I drag her gorgeous ass out of here before the band even takes the stage. “I’m not interested in a threesome, weed, or anything else you’re peddling.”

She stands up straight and holds her ground. Fuck. I’m in love. “I’m not here to sell you on anything.” I can’t help but admire her stance. “I saw you standing over here by yourself and I wanted to come meet you.” Okay, I’ll admit it. I sound like a needy asshole, but I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes to encourage this curvy little angel to give me the time of day.

“I’m standing by myself because most of the idiots in here are kinda scary.” She gives an adorable fake shudder.

We stare at each other silently for several minutes as I attempt to find something to say to her that doesn’t make me sound like a loser. “Are you here alone?” Oh, fucking great. My goddamn mouth ran away without consulting my brain. I glance around, wondering if there are any assholes I need to get rid of before I can spend time with my girl.

“Yes.” My gorgeous soulmate looks around uncomfortably. “But I know karate and I’ll use it if necessary. God, I can’t believe I thought coming to this concert was a good idea.”

“I’m sure you could kick my ass, but I promise I’m not going to hurt you.” Far from it. I feel the need to protect her all the way to my soul. “I was regretting my decision to come to the concert until I saw you. Since we’re probably the only two sober people in this goddamn place, we should hang out together.” Fuck. That sounds like a pickup line.

She looks at me with narrowed eyes for a moment then visibly relaxes. I’m not sure what she saw that convinced her of my sincerity, but I’m grateful for it. “I’ve been so busy lately, and I thought maybe a night out would help me decompress.” She rolls her eyes. “But things aren’t working out the way I thought.” She glances around and winces. “I feel like a fish out of water with all these drunk and high jerks.”