Spread Offense (The New York Nighthawks #11) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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She raised her head and propped her chin on my chest. “The five orgasms weren’t enough?”

I smirked and lowered my voice so it was deep and raspy. “I’ll make it six, if you’re a good girl.”

Rory shivered, and I contemplated waiting until I’d fucked her a few more times before giving her my other present. But I’d been holding it for a week, and the waiting was killing me.

Reluctantly, I shifted her off my body and climbed out of bed. Then I went to the foyer, where I’d dropped my duffel when I arrived home, and picked it up off the ground. She was sitting in bed, holding the sheet before her when I returned. After setting the bag on an overstuffed chair, I rummaged through until I found a little black box and a legal-size envelope. Holding them tightly in my hand, I climbed back onto the bed and sat beside her. “If you don’t like it, we can look for a new one together,” I told her as I placed both items in her waiting hands.

She gave me a curious look but set down the envelope and opened the little box. Inside was a key. “What does this unlock?”

“Our future, I hope,” I replied with a tender smile. “Open the other one.”

She picked up the envelope and folded the flap over so she could turn it upside down and dump out the contents.

A stapled stack of papers fell onto the bed, and she cocked her head to the side as she picked it up and read the first page.

“A real estate listing?” She kept reading, then flipped the page to reveal a bill of sale. “You bought me a house?” she gasped.

“You always talk about the home you grew up in, and I know you want to raise our family in a place with plenty of room for kids, a yard, and a few pets.”

“Gage,” she mumbled. “I love our apartment. You don’t have to move out of the city just because I’ve mentioned some silly dream about—”

“It’s not silly, nerd,” I insisted as I dragged her onto my lap. “Every time you’ve mentioned it, I could see it as our future. I want all those things, too, baby.”

“Really?”

“Really,” I confirmed before kissing her softly. “We can go look at it tomorrow, and if the house isn’t exactly what you want, I’ll sell it and we’ll find the perfect place.”

“This looks perfect,” she breathed, throwing her arms around me and pressing her body into mine.

“You’re perfect,” I groaned when she sifted and her naked breasts rubbed against my chest. “Now, about those orgasms…”

EPILOGUE

RORY

When Gage announced to the media after the final game of his professional football career that we were headed to Florida with our daughter to celebrate his last championship ring, I thought he was joking. I should’ve known better. But when I padded out of our bedroom in search of him the following morning, I found him digging through Gracen’s closet while she played on the floor with a doll her uncle Russell had gotten for her birthday last year.

“What’re you looking for?” I asked, reaching down to tousle our daughter’s long, dark hair.

Gage looked over his shoulder and flashed me a quick grin before turning back to his exploration of the ridiculous number of clothes our three-year-old had. “Does she still fit in any of the swimsuits your mom bought for her last summer?”

My mom had turned into a grandmazilla after our gender reveal party, buying more pink, tiny newborn outfits than Gracen had been able to wear before she outgrew them. But that hadn’t bothered my mom. She just went out and bought Gracen an entire new wardrobe in the three-month size, which began the cycle of Grandma restocking her closet on a regular basis. And of her putting the pressure on Russell and Ridley to give her more grandchildren who lived closer to home.

“Definitely not.” I shook my head, my brows drawing together while I tried to figure out why she’d need one when it was freezing cold outside.

He reached for her pink rolling carry-on bag with a sigh. “We’ll just have to buy her new ones while we’re there.”

“I’m super confused.” I moved close so that I could peer down at the clothes he was stuffing into her suitcase. “Where are we going?”

“Florida, remember?” He reached out to palm the swell of my belly. “The pregnancy brain isn’t getting to you, is it?”

I narrowed my eyes, glaring up at him. The absentmindedness that I experienced while pregnant wasn’t something that I enjoyed. At all. “I didn’t forget what you said during your on-field interview last night, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then why are you so surprised to find me packing for our baby girl?”

I huffed out a sigh. “Because I thought you were joking.”


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