Calling the Play (The New York Nighthawks #12) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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Half an hour later, there was a knock on my door, and we all looked up to see who had come by.

My brow furrowed when Micah walked into the room, but I managed not to full-on scowl at him. It wasn’t his fault he’d asked my woman to dance, but I was pissed about it anyway.

“Just dropped by to grab Sax and Huck,” he muttered.

“Micah?”

All eyes went to Lorna, who was stretched out on the couch, reading. She sat up and smiled at him. “Hi.”

“Um…hi,” he replied, shifting nervously on his feet, his eyes darting between me and Lorna.

“Listen, um…I wanted to apologize for—”

I started to interrupt and tell her she had nothing to be sorry for, but Micah beat me to it.

“You don’t owe me an apology,” he assured her with a smile. I contemplated breaking his jaw to ruin that pretty-boy smile, but I knew it would upset Lorna, so I rested my clenched fists on my thighs.

“Oh, I know I don’t,” Lorna informed him, tossing a disgruntled frown my way.

What the fuck?

“I was saying I’m sorry for Cole being such a jerk to you.”

I heard a muffled sound and glared at Huck and Saxon when I saw their shoulders shaking as they fought back smiles.

“Out,” I growled at them.

Both men jumped to their feet and rushed from the room, but it didn’t stop us from hearing their laughter once they reached the outer office.

“I get it,” Micah said with a chuckle. “You’re gorgeous and—”

“Mine,” I interrupted firmly.

Micah rolled his eyes. “If you’d let me finish what I was saying…”

“Come here, lass,” I ordered Lorna, holding out my hand.

Micah huffed, but all I cared about was that my girl got up off the couch and padded over to me so I could pull her down onto my lap.

“As I was saying, if I’d felt the way about you that Cole obviously does, I’d have put up a hell of a fight, so I can’t blame him for acting like a complete asshole.” Lorna giggled, and I glared at the almost-fired linebacker.

“Well, I still think he should beg your pardon, but I’ll leave that between you two.”

Micah shrugged. “I’m used to it.”

Lorna looked at me in confusion when I just chuckled.

Micah backed toward the door. “Well, Huck and Sax are waiting, so I’m gonna go.”

“Later, Daughtry,” I said, giving him a respectful nod so he knew we were good.

He returned the gesture, then pivoted and moseyed out of my office.

“Used to it?”

I grinned down at my girl and winked. “Most of the men around here are as obsessed with their women as I am with you,” I admitted.

A pleased smile graced her sexy mouth, and she blushed. “I’m pretty fond of you too,” she giggled.

Cupping the back of her neck with one hand, I bent my head and captured her lips in a deep kiss. We were both breathing hard when I pulled back and pressed my forehead to hers. “If we don’t stop, I’m gonna fuck you right here, and then I’d have to fire every person who heard or saw something that is mine alone.”

Lorna mewled, sorely tempting me to go back for another drugging kiss, so I lifted her off my lap and got to my feet. “How about that tour?”

“Including the locker room?”

A chuckle rumbled in my chest at her quip and the playful expression on her face. “If you’re a good girl.”

She dropped her head demurely and peered up at me through her lashes. “I’m always a good girl.”

I groaned and grabbed her shoulders, turning her away from me, then patted her ass to get her moving. “Let’s go, lass.”

Her hips swayed seductively as she sashayed toward the door. Since no one was looking, I quickly adjusted the steel pipe in my pants, hoping it wouldn’t be as obvious. She was too fucking beautiful, and I almost ordered her to sit her ass down and then spend the day hiding her in my office. I needed to get my ring on her finger ASAP, then people would immediately know she was taken and I wouldn’t be fighting the urge to kill any man who looked at her.

I sighed and prowled over to her, grabbing her hand to pull her to a stop before she walked out the door.

“One second,” I told her before stalking to the couch and picking up my red Nighthawks hoodie that had “O’Hara” stitched on the back. It wasn’t a ring, but it would do the job for now.

She peppered me with questions as I showed her around, and it warmed my heart that she was so eager to learn about my second love. When I took her out on the field, I showed her a couple of plays that all ended with me tackling her to the ground and stealing kisses.


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