O Line (The New York Nighthawks #3) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
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“I love you, Wrenley,” I said softly as I brushed a kiss over her plush lips. Then I moved down and peppered kisses over her big, round belly. “And I love you, little one.”

Wrenley sighed and tangled her fingers in my hair. “We love you too, superstar. Now stop talking and use that mouth for all the other good things it's useful for.”

Laughing, I helped her up onto her knees and then turned her around, popping her on the ass before gently guiding her into a comfortable position.

My pink handprint lingered on her fleshy cheek, and come dripped from the tip of my cock. I loved seeing my brand on her. My last name, my ring on her finger, my baby in her belly…mine.

Grasping her wide hips, I held her steady as I pushed my fat cock into her dripping pussy. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked through clenched teeth. A pregnant Wrenley was a horny as fuck Wrenley, but at this stage, it could be uncomfortable if I wasn’t careful. So I kept a stranglehold on my control and moved slowly.

“I’m not fragile, Jordan,” she snapped, wiggling her sexy ass. “I know we need to be careful, but stop treating me like you’re going to break me. If I’m going to have your giant baby growing inside me, I’m entitled to enjoy the giant cock that put him there as much as I want—oh, yes!”

I didn’t even let her finish before I pulled out and drove back in, sheathing my dick completely. “Fuck!” I grunted, breathing through the need to lose my shit and hammer inside my wife until we exploded.

However, on my next thrust, despite my restraint, she screamed, and I felt a flood of liquid, making me freeze in terror.

“Jordan! Holy crap!”

I snapped out of it and looked down to see how bad she was bleeding but didn’t see a hint of red, though the sheets were soaked. “What the fuck?”

“My water broke!” she shouted, wiggling her ass.

The movement made us both moan, but I rapidly withdrew and scrambled off the bed.

I reached for her, intent on helping her lie down until I could get her ready to go.

“Wait.” I paused and glanced at her expectantly, ready to give her whatever she needed.

“What do you need, baby?”

“Um…do you think maybe we could finish before, um—”

Laughter burst from my chest, and I smacked a kiss on her lips before shaking my head. “We are supposed to have sex to induce labor, not during.”

“But—”

“Baby, if you are as hot for it while you are nursing as you are when you’re pregnant, you’re gonna be knocked up for the foreseeable future.”

A grin split my face as I thought about our family and how it would grow over the years. Then seven hours later, my eyes filled with tears as I stared at the little boy making that dream a reality.

Wrenley stroked his chubby little cheek and smiled at me. “What’s the difference between a quarterback and a baby?”

I silently chuckled before whispering, “What?”

“One takes the snap, and the other takes a nap.”

Epilogue

Wrenley

One of the best things about the home we’d purchased back when I was pregnant with Joshua—while in the middle of planning our quickie wedding that was somehow still amazing, mostly because our moms and Marleigh all pitched in to help—was that we had plenty of room for family. The one Jordan and I were building together, plus my parents and brother when they visited.

Wilder tried to come out when he had downtime, usually once in October and again over the holidays. This year, he timed his trip to coincide with Halloween and took his nephew and niece out trick-or-treating. The timing was perfect because we were almost halfway through the regular football season, and my brother being here gave me a much-needed break since I was four months pregnant.

I had thought Jordan would complain about Wilder having all the fun with the kids, but he’d been more than happy to keep a watchful eye on me while I handed out candy. He always took his caveman ways to a whole new level when I was pregnant. Not that I minded because he never pushed too far since he hated to see me cry.

Plus, I thought his protectiveness was sexy as heck. And definitely useful at times. Like tonight when he insisted on taking over bedtime duty for the kids because he was worried it would be too much for me after seeing all the trick-or-treaters. Although he probably had a point…odds were good that I’d follow our children up to bed within the next hour.

“You should sit down,” Wilder suggested as he dried his hands on the kitchen towel after loading the last dirty plate into the dishwasher.

“You’re almost as bad as my husband with all of your bossing me around,” I grumbled. “Except I don’t mind it nearly half as much when he’s the one doing it.”



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