All In: Paying His Way (Gambling With Love) Read Online Free

wasn’t embarrassing enough to be on government support, it’s not even enough to help me get by on my own until Camden’s a little older and I can find a job. 
    “Were you buying formula?” Jordan asks when I don’t respond to his question. “Look, I’m not gonna sit back and let my nephew starve because my brother’s a dumbass.”
    “I don’t have to give him formula all the time. I’m breastfeeding, but he’s just been really hungry lately and not getting enough milk. We’re fine.”
    “You’re not fucking fine!” he exclaims.
    “Shh. Keep your voice down before you wake him up,” I warn him.
    “Sorry,” he says with an exhale, gripping a handful of his hair and tugging on it. “I just don’t know what to do with all this. What about your family? Can’t you stay with your parents?”
    “Right. My mother just remarried a Baptist minister; and while divorce is perfectly acceptable in their church, bastard children are not. She called me a whore and told me not to embarrass her by coming near them with the ‘product of my sin.’” 
    Jordan cringes. “Shit, I’m sorry. What about your dad?”
    “He drives a truck from one side of the country to the other pretty much non-stop, so raising a baby in the cab of a semi isn’t very appealing. And, no, there’s no one else. All my friends from high school are living in dorms at colleges out of state. There’s no one else.”
    “There’s me, Josh and Jake. We’re his uncles. Let us help.”
    “No.”
    “Maggie, damn it!” he says, standing up with clenched fist, his structured jaw tight. I’m no longer able to admire his achingly good looks because that’s when Camden’s lets out the first howl.
    Shit.
    “Sorry,” Jordan says quietly, like his volume matters now .
    I glare at him and leave him standing in the living room to go soothe my baby boy. As soon as I pick him up in his tightly swaddled blanket, his head turns and he starts rooting around, his mouth trying to find my nipple. Of course, because like all men, that’s all he wants from me. I give him a little more slack for being so young.
    Lifting my shirt I pinch my nipple and guide his tiny mouth to it. He latches on right away.
    “Ah, Maggie? I probably should’ve warned you before now that I’m standing in the doorway,” Jordan says after my breast has been exposed and is now in my son’s mouth. Even though my face instantly burns in embarrassment, I try to play it off like I’m not bothered. Like the hottest man in the world didn’t just see my saggy breasts, or the rest of me that’s a complete and utter mess. Did I even shower today? Yes, I thankfully did before I went to the grocery store.
    “He’s hungry and I’m feeding him. It’s no big deal,” I shrug while grabbing another receiving blanket from the dresser drawer and draping it over the right side of my chest. “There, is that better?” I ask him.
    “Um, yeah.”
    I walk past Jordan and head back into the living room to sit down since it’ll be thirty minutes before Camden’s finished eating.
    After I’m settled in, I look up to find Jordan’s masculine, spread leg stance with his hands on his hips taking up most of my living room. I would guess he’s rather stunned based on his continuous blink and parted lips, the thick bottom one looking absolutely suckable.
    Shit. Where the hell did that thought come from? It must be my post-partum hormones jumping for joy at seeing a real live man up close and personal after months of going without. Whatever the heck it is also causes a persistent throbbing between my legs. I'm suddenly so aroused that if I just squeeze my thighs together a little tighter I might actually combust right here and now with a full-blown orgasm.
    It’s official. Sleep deprivation is making me go insane.
    Like usual when Camden’s nursing, my eyelids eventually start to droop. But then I remember I have a really hot guest. Blinking my eyes open again, I glance up to find Jordan