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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I laughed and took her lips in a deep kiss as I pushed her back against the wall. “I don’t know if I always say the right thing, lass, but I definitely do my best to make you drip with desire.”

“Yes,” she whimpered when I rocked against her. “I’m so wet for you, Cole. Please…please take me. We can talk later.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, lass,” I declared firmly. “But I’m gonna remind you who you belong to until you are hoarse from screaming it and won’t be able to sit down tomorrow without feeling me inside you.”

“Oh, Cole,” Lorna gasped as she walked into the space I owned in town.

After making her come four times, she agreed to see the building after work. So I finally drove her to the salon, getting there just a few minutes before her first client.

I’d been anxious as fuck all during practice with the team, and when it was over, I left without a word. Lorna had been adamant that she would take transit back to Long Island, but I’d rather she not take public transportation if she didn’t have to.

She was used to it, and while it wasn’t exactly dangerous, there were always risks, so I preferred to drive her and avoid any of the possibilities.

She'd rolled her eyes when she came out of the salon and spotted me double-parked right in front. But when I’d hopped out and came around to open her door, she’d lifted her face for my kiss, and her green eyes were lit with happiness.

“Dia duit, lass.”

Lorna had sighed dreamily, and I’d grinned as I helped her into her seat, shut the door, and loped around to my side.

The small downtown area where the building was situated was about ten minutes from our house. It was built into a little strip of stores with a bakery directly on one side and a bookstore on the other. Lorna had bemoaned the ease of treats and wriggled with excitement at the sight of all the books.

She was so fucking adorable.

“You could put the front desk here,” I suggested, pointing at the spot. “And maybe stagger the stations throughout the middle of the room, with hair dryers hanging from the ceiling above each booth.”

Lorna turned to stare at me incredulously, and I laughed, unable to hold a straight face. “I may have asked Ivy for a little help with this.”

“Ahhh. I should have known.” Snickering, Lorna continued to walk around the room.

“There’s also a full basement that could easily fit storage, as well as a setup for classes, if you ever wanted to expand into a school.”

“Ivy has a big mouth,” Lorna murmured, but her green orbs twinkled with merriment. “She’s the only person I’ve ever told about my idea to open my own school before you.”

I shrugged. “I needed to know as much as possible about what you would want and need for your salon before I bou—um, looked through my properties for one that would work.” I mentally slapped myself upside the head for almost spilling the truth about the building. My guess was that she was much less likely to fight me on it if she thought I’d already owned the building.

Her eyes narrowed, and she looked like she might pounce on my slipup, but to my relief, something caught her attention, and she was distracted enough to forget about my blunder. I hoped.

“What do you think?” I finally asked when she was done oohing and aahing and inspecting every inch of the place.

“You were right, Cole. This is perfect.” Her lips turned down as she glanced around wistfully. “I still don’t feel right about you paying for everything, though.”

Closing the distance between us, I rested my hands on her hips and cocked my head to the side thoughtfully. “Well, consider this. I’m going to turn this place into a salon. If you don’t want it, then I’ll find—”

“What? You wouldn’t dare!”

I grinned smugly, and her lips formed a cute little pout.

“Not fair.”

Shrugging, I admitted, “I told you before, lass. I’m not above any tactic that gets me what I want when it comes to you. Now…about our deal…”

Lorna’s face filled with confusion, and I glared at her until she broke out into a smile and laughed. “Yes. I’ll move in with you, you big cheater.”

11

LORNA

Between speaking Gaelic, his sexy body, and the building that was perfect for my dream salon—the one that I was fairly certain he’d bought just for me—Cole had talked me into moving in with him. He moved quickly after I agreed, and it was only a day later when my things were shifted from the apartment I had shared with Ivy to my new home. But only after Cole assured me that I wasn’t abandoning her to the lease we’d signed. The last thing I wanted was to leave my roommate and friend in a precarious position.


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