Page 78 of The New York Nighthawks: Vol 1

While he cupped my cheek, his other hand slid up my back to wrap around the back of my neck. His hold was possessive and matched the determined gleam in his jade-green eyes. “I want you to be the mother of my children because I love you, Wrenley.”

“You love me?” I gasped, tears welling in my eyes.

“Did you miss the part where I told my mom that I had a ring for you?” He stalked over to the bedside table, yanked open the top drawer, and pulled out a small jewelry box. Then he came back, flipping the lid open with his thumb while he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around my wrist. Lifting my arm, he growled, “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with you, building our family. As many children as you want. And grandchildren later on. Maybe even great-grandchildren if we’re lucky enough to still be around.”

“Whoa,” I breathed as I stared down at the giant rock he was sliding onto my finger. The diamond solitaire was flawless and a perfect fit. “Was there a question in there? Because if so, the answer is yes. To it all. The wedding and babies.” I smiled up at him through my tears. “The grandbabies and great-grandbabies, too.”

“You skipped something important, baby.” His thumb brushed over the band circling my finger.

I dragged my gaze from the ring to blink up at him. “I did?”

“Uh-huh,” he confirmed with a satisfied smile. “Three little words that I should’ve said before now so you wouldn’t have been in doubt of my feelings for you. A particular phrase that I want to hear from your pretty lips.”

“Oh, yes. I guess that is kind of important.” I went up on my toes and twined my arms around his neck. “I love you too, superstar.”

“Thank fuck.” Lowering his head, he claimed my mouth in a kiss that quickly turned heated. “Since we’re in a room with a bed—like you pointed out earlier—we should definitely use it to celebrate our engagement. And while we’re at it, we should keep working on making those babies.”

He stripped me out of my clothes as he backed me toward the bed, and it wasn’t long until our naked bodies were tangled together on the mattress. After rolling me onto my back, Jordan settled between my legs and stared down at me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, but I can’t wait to see your lush body round with our child.”

I stroked my palms up his chiseled chest, tracing my finger over the football play he had tattooed under his pectoral before tweaking his barbell nipple ring. “Then you’d better get to work, superstar.”

“I want your sweet taste in my mouth before I take you tonight.” Jordan gripped my thighs to shove them wide, then wedged his shoulders between them.

His breath was hot against my pussy, but he didn’t lick me there. Not yet, anyway.

First, his hands glided up my torso to cup my breasts. My back arched off the mattress, pressing my pebbled nipples into his palms. “Someday soon, these will be full of milk, and I’ll want to get my fill after our baby is done.”

Dirty talk focused on getting me pregnant apparently was my kryptonite because my inner walls clenched at his raspy words. As he moved up my body to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, I threaded my fingers through his hair and clutched the back of his skull. “Oh, yes.”

He let my nipple go with a pop before moving to the other side to pay it the same attention. I was writhing in need by the time he made his way down my body to lap at my pussy with long, slow licks that drove me wild. “Mmm, I’m a lucky man. Your taste is so damn addictive, and I get to savor it for the rest of my life, knowing I’m the only one who’s ever enjoyed you like this.”

He went about showing me exactly how much he enjoyed it. Spreading my folds with his thumbs, he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to drive me to the edge. Then he sank a finger inside my channel and twisted his wrist to stroke my most sensitive spot until my release crashed over me. “Jordan! Yes!”

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name as you come for me.” He got to his knees and wrapped my legs around his waist, notching the tip of his dick at my entrance without giving my pulse the chance to settle. “Because you’re mine, and only mine. Now and forever.”

Although he’d been inside me bare countless times over the past couple of weeks, something was different when he slid inside me this time. It was more meaningful now that we were engaged and officially trying to get pregnant—even though that had been Jordan’s intent all along.

“And you’re mine,” I murmured, digging my heels into his butt cheeks to urge him deeper.

“Fuck yes, I am,” he grunted as he powered in and out of me. “Always will be.”

His grip on my hips was tight as he yanked me up to meet each of his thrusts. Hard enough to give me bruises as a reminder of how he’d taken me…if he didn’t end up leaving behind a bigger reminder. Like the kind that would come in nine months.

Our skin slapped together each time he bottomed out inside me, his balls smacking against my butt. “Fuck, you feel good. I don’t know how long I can last, knowing you have my ring on your finger and want my baby in your belly.”

“You won’t need to wait long,” I panted, pressing the back of my head against the pillow as I met his heated gaze. “I’m close again already.”

“Fucking perfect,” he grunted as he swiveled his hips on the next glide inside, making me practically see stars.

He continued to slam into me, our mixed cries of pleasure echoing off the walls until I was so close, my entire body was taut beneath him. Then he wedged his arm between our bodies, and his thumb circled my clit. That one small touch was all I needed to send me flying over the edge again. Without missing a beat, he sank his cock balls deep inside me before shouting my name as he filled me to overflowing with his come.

“Holy fucking shit.” Once we both regained our breath, he rolled onto his back and took me with him, so I was sprawled against his chest.

“You can say that again,” I mumbled, rubbing my cheek against his pec.

“I will. After we recover, and I take you again.” He stroked his hand down my back to pat my butt. “Our celebration is nowhere close to being over.”

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