Page 44 of Puck Off, She’s Mine

"Making me grumpy."

Phoenix tips his head back, smiling softly. "You're grumpy, huh?"

"Little bit. I couldn't sleep last night, and your son is on your evil hockey schedule. He was up at five this morning."

"My poor baby." He kisses all across my face, pulling me closer with a hand on my ass. "Want me to make it up to you?"

My body instantly ignites, a soft groan tumbling from my lips before I can stop it.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckles, scooping me up into his arms.

"Atlas," I remind him, but he's already on top of it, shouting for Corey.

"What's up?" Corey shouts back, amusement lacing his tone.

"Keep an eye on your nephew for five minutes," Phoenix growls, already striding toward the back with me in his arms. "I'll be right back."

"I just bet you will," Corey says through laughter.

I bury my face in Phoenix's shoulder, groaning. I swear, I think I liked the two of them better when they were fighting all the time. It's been a long time since that happened. Now, they're on the same team in every way that counts…usually against me. It's annoying as hell.

I'm happy they've gotten close, though. It's been good for both of them, I think. Corey has changed a lot. I guess that happens when you realize you've been living a lie. I'm thrilled at the way he pulled it together, though. And I'm damn proud of Phoenix for being there to support him while he did it.

But seriously…do they have to be so damn annoying all the time?

Phoenix carries me straight to a tiny conference room before locking us inside. Within seconds, I'm pressed against the wall, my legs around his waist. His dark blue eyes meet mine, his expression soft and fierce at once.

He stares at me for a long moment before dipping his head, brushing his lips across mine. I melt for him again, my body going lax.

"Still grumpy?" he breathes against my lips.

"Yes."

His lips curve against mine, his hands tightening on me. He deepens the kiss, his tongue flicking against mine as he sinks into me. I moan softly, opening up for him.

"Still grumpy?"

I whimper in response.

"I'll take that as a yes…" His hand slides up my thigh, disappearing between my legs.

"Phoenix," I groan, my head thumping against the door.

"You're too grumpy, baby. I'm fixing it," he murmurs, flicking my panties to the side. His thumb parts my slit, a soft growl rumbling in his chest. "Look how wet you are. No wonder you're grumpy."

"Phoenix."

"You know how much I love when you say my name like that, gorgeous." He nips my lip and then my throat. "That's why you're carrying my kid right now."

"I…" My voice breaks on a moan, my body arching into his. I lose the threads of whatever I was going to say, every cell in my body focused on the way he grinds his thumb against my clit, two fingers working me open.

As soon as he curls them up, stroking that magical spot inside, I splinter apart for him, crying out softly. Waves crash through me, unmaking me.

"That's it," he whispers, working me through it. "Just like that, Cara."

I whimper, going boneless in his arms.

He buries his face in my throat, his fingers stilling between my legs. "God, I love you. So fucking much, gorgeous."