Page 137 of Offside Devil

“More,” Mira moans, reading my mind.

So I give it to her. I feel the moment she breaks, and I fall with her. I give her everything I have, and she gives it right back.

When she falls asleep curled against my chest and her dark hair spread across my pillow, I know this is one bender I may never come back from.

54

ZANE

I never thought these words would come out of my mouth, but… thank God for Davis Ray’s sex pad.

The morning after Hollis dropped the press release about Aiden, reporters and photographers gathered outside my building like a zombie horde and never left. I guess they’re hoping I’ll dangle Aiden over the balcony by his ankles and give them a real spectacle.

We needed a change of scenery. In steps Davis and his fuck dungeon.

“Take my house in Paradise Valley,” he insisted. “You and your crotch goblin and your hot nanny can stay there as long as you want. I have my sex pad in the city.”

There was a lot to unpack there, like the fact that I’d kill Davis for looking at Mira and that she’s become a lot more than my nanny. But mainly the “sex pad” thing.

Turns out, it was as simple as it sounded. Davis has an apartment in the city that he uses exclusively for random hookups. Mira was disgusted when I told her, but then we drove out to the suburbs and she saw his sprawling backyard and the infinity tub in the master bathroom that Davis insisted he’d never had sex in, and she was a lot more accepting of his lifestyle.

Now, we’ve been here for days, and I’m not sure why I didn’t make this move years ago.

Mira rolls over in the guest bed, her naked body finding me under the sheets. It’s become a routine. Falling asleep with her in my arms, slow sex before the sun rises, another round in the shower.

When Aiden wakes up, we play in the backyard. Yesterday, I built an entire swing set for him. Mira had to drag Aiden away from the slide at dinnertime, but then she gave in and we ended up eating outside in the grass so he could play between bites.

It’s been an unbelievable stretch of perfect days.

“What do you have to do today?” Mira mumbles sleepily, her eyes still closed.

“I need to log a workout this morning. Someday soon, I should get to the arena for some on-ice practice. Coach has been cool about me using Davis’s equipment and sticking around the house, but I should show my face and talk with the guys.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to give Carson a foothold.” She lifts onto her elbows and her cleavage is more than a little distracting.

Maybe I should stick around the house, after all.

I drag my eyes away. “Are you worried Carson is going to pull away from me in the captain race?”

“Please.” She slides a leg over me so she’s straddling my hips. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You sound sure.”

“I am.” She smiles as she reaches back, positioning me at her opening. She doesn’t need to ask—she can feel how ready I am for her. She doesn’t look away as she lowers herself down. “You’re bigger than he is.”

I should put my smartwatch on. Coach would take one look at my heart rate and believe I already got my workout in for today.

“You’re stronger and faster,” she pants, planting her hands on my chest and rocking her hips. “You’re always in control.”

This moment is a testament to that. The fact that I’m letting Mira take her sweet, torturous time riding me instead of flipping us over and fucking her into the mattress is a miracle. She arches her back and runs her hands through her hair. She’s fucking perfect and I don’t even want to blink in case I miss a second.

“But most of all, you give everything you have to what you’re passionate about.”

“Everything,” I agree through gritted teeth, thrusting up into her.

Mira cries out, so I do it again. And again.

“You give and give and give and—” Her mouth falls open and I feel her pulsing around me.

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