Hot Receiver (The New York Nighthawks #6) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
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After a few minutes, our bodies calmed. Skye sighed contentedly and shifted her body, nestling herself against my side with her head resting on my chest. I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over us, then wrapped my arms around my wife. Wife. I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

8

Skye

It was amazing what a difference a day could make. I’d gone from living in a literal rathole that I could barely afford—with a bathroom I shared with creeps—to the penthouse in one of the nicest buildings in the city. And from being a virgin to having mind-blowing sex several times throughout the night. As I shifted in Dempsey’s embrace, I felt a twinge of discomfort between my thighs, which wasn’t a surprise, considering how big he was…all over.

At my little groan, Dempsey stirred. His voice was raspy as he murmured, “Are you okay, baby? Was I too rough on you?”

“No.” My cheeks filled with heat as I buried my face in the pillow, graphic images of all the things he did to my body playing through my head.

He gently turned me over to scan my face, a furrow popping up in the middle of his brow. “No, you’re not okay? Or no, I wasn’t too rough last night?”

“You were perfect,” I reassured him with a soft smile, my heart soaring over how worried he was. He truly was perfect…and mine. At least for now.

In our rush to the altar, we had skipped over hashing out all of the details for how long we were going to be together. And after experiencing the bliss of being with him, I was afraid to ask too many questions because I didn’t want to put a damper on what was happening between us. No matter what, I was determined to make the most of the time I had with him, however long that was. Sometime between the first and second orgasm last night, I decided to just go with the flow and hope that my heart wasn’t too beat up at the end of all of this.

“I’m glad you think so.” He brushed his lips against mine before pulling me close to bury his face in the crook of my neck. “But last night wasn’t perfect because of me, baby. It was us together.”

I loved how he was the exact opposite of what most people would expect from a super-hot, professional football player. So humble and kind. Like a big, sexy teddy bear that I wanted to climb on a regular basis. “How is it that you seem to always know the absolute best thing to say?”

“Only with you, baby.” He stroked his hand down my arm, sending goose bumps in the wake of his touch. “Even dousing my clothes with coffee, you bring out the best in me.”

Rolling my eyes, I grumbled, “I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

“Nope.” He rolled onto his back, taking me with him as he chuckled. “Sorry, but it’s too good of a story.”

“Fine,” I huffed, pretending to be offended while really, I liked that he was thinking about how he would share our meet-cute with other people. Even if it was just to convince Best Sports that he’d be their perfect spokesperson. “I guess I can deal with it.”

“Good.” His gaze slid toward the clock on the bedside table. “It’s a good thing you woke up when you did because I forgot to set my alarm last night. As much as I’d love to stay in bed with you all day, I need to be at practice in an hour.”

“Ugh, so much for a relaxing day in bed,” I complained.

“Do you have classes today?”

I shook my head. “Nope, you picked the perfect week to surprise me with a wedding because we have faculty seminar days. I’m not back on campus until Monday.”

“Perfect.” He tightened his arms around me and rolled off the mattress, striding into the bathroom without putting me down. “You can take a bath while I make breakfast, and then you can come with me to the stadium and watch my practice.”

“Can you cook?” I wrinkled my nose. “Because I’m picky when it comes to what I put in my mouth.” His eyes heated, and my cheeks heated as I realized how that sounded. “Food…I’m fussy about food since it’s kind of my thing with me being in culinary school.”

“I’m looking forward to having you cook for me, but taking a hot bath to loosen your muscles is more important this morning.”

He set me on the edge of the deep tub that was big enough for both of us to take a bath together before leaning over to turn on the tap. Then he rifled in the cabinet beneath the sink for some bath salts and sprinkled them into the water. “You’ve given me a reason to be grateful for this gag gift my brothers got me,” he said with a teasing smile. “Just don’t ever tell them I said so.”


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