Offside Devil (Phoenix Angels Hockey Book 1) by Mariah Wolfe

Author:Mariah Wolfe [Wolfe, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-07-16T00:00:00+00:00

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ZANE

There isn’t a shower in the world cold enough for the dream I had last night. It was late and I was alone in my room. Mira came in wearing the barely-there black dress I saw in her shopping bag the other day. She didn’t say a word as she crawled across the bed to me and straddled my hips. My cock hardened instantly.

Just like it’s doing now.

I slap a hand against the shower wall and grit my teeth. I don’t have time for this.

Forget time—I don’t have the fucking stamina for this. Not if I’m expected to walk out the door in the next half-hour and go to conditioning. Every time I think I’ve got myself under control, Mira pops into my head and I’m back where I started: rock-hard and helpless.

I haven’t felt like this since I was a teenager.

Then again, I haven’t gone without sex this long since I was a teenager, either.

I wrap my hand around myself and go back to the dream.

Mira lifting her dress and sliding her panties to the side.

Mira lowering herself onto my cock.

Mira.

Mira.

Mira.

I’m so fucking close that I don’t realize I’m chanting her name under my breath until I hear the familiar squeal of the bathroom door opening.

“Zane?”

No.

I whip around and Mira is standing in the doorway, eyes so wide I can see the green in them even through the foggy shower glass.

“What the fuck, Mira?”

She slaps a hand over her eyes and her cheeks turn violently red. “I’m sorry! I thought—I knocked!”

“I didn’t hear you.”

The question is, Did she hear me?

“But you said my name.”

Shit.

I scramble for an explanation, but it’s going to be hard to explain this away. Especially if she could see me even half as well as I could see her. It would’ve been tough to miss the erection I was sporting.

The erection I’m still sporting, actually. I’m naked and the object of my dirty dream is standing in the room with me. My dick doesn’t see a single problem with this situation at all.

“It doesn’t matter,” Mira says before I can come up with anything. “You need to get out of the shower right now.”

“What’s wrong?” I shut off the water and wrap a towel around my waist. “Is Aiden okay?”

“He’s fine. Aiden is okay. But⁠—”

“I’m decent,” I tell her. Her hand is still clamped over her eyes. It’s putting a distracting amount of emphasis on her lips.

She peeks through her fingers, and the flush spreading down her neck says she would disagree with me. She locks her eyes on the corner of the bathroom ceiling. “CPS is here.”

God, can this morning get any worse?

“Who is it? Is it Jodie?”

She shakes her head. “It’s a man. He called himself Agent Morris.”

“You’re kidding.” I dry my hair with another towel, grumbling under my breath. “Like he’s in The fucking Matrix. What an asshole.”

“I made him some coffee, but I want you out there with me. He’s scary.”

I peek at her from under the towel and catch her staring at my chest.

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