Rush the Edge: A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Blue Devils Hockey Book 3)

My kissing is aggressive on a normal day, but with the way Daisy has been running laps inside my head, it’s war-like at the moment.

The woman with hips for days moans into my mouth, and I quickly pull away and drag her toward the doors to the apartment complex.

It isn’t often that I bring a woman back to the apartment now that Malaki lives with me, but there’s a certain appeal to it, knowing that Daisy is one floor below us. It’s sort of a little fuck you to her, even if she’s unaware of my doings in my own space.

“How many notches are you up to on your bedpost?”

Her voice in my head replays over and over again. I picture her sweet face again, in search of the tiniest hint that the idea of me fucking some other woman irritated her like it did when River mentioned her and some loser frat boy from college, but she was stone cold.

I did exactly as she expected as soon as we parted ways.

She wanted to paint me out to be some hungry guy only interested in meaningless sex, then that was exactly what I’d be. Maybe if I was the typical jock she said I’d be, then I’d get it through my head that I never deserved her to begin with.

“Wow,” the redhead giggles as I pull her over the glossy floors toward the elevator. She isn’t as hot as I thought she was at the club, or maybe I just think that because Daisy is still fucking with my head. “This place is so nice.”

She giggles again.

It’s fucking annoying.

I lean forward to press the button to my floor but accidentally press the floor below me. Daisy’s floor.

Goddamn it.

Get out of my fucking head, Daisy.

I growl quietly and press the right button. My sloppy date thinks I’m making noises for her.

“You don’t have to wait,” she whispers seductively. “You can touch me now.” She presses the emergency stop button that puts me right back to thinking of Daisy.

The redhead…Amy? Amanda?…jumps into my arms. I catch her with ease, though I sort of want to drop her. She starts grinding herself against my dick, and I let her, hopeful it’ll harden me up. I press the emergency stop button again to resume the ride up to my apartment so we can move this to the couch.

Not my bed.

Never my bed.

With the woman’s back against the far wall of the elevator, I plunge my tongue down her throat to show her who’s in control. Or maybe it’s to rid Daisy from my thoughts. Her head flings backward, and she makes way for me to suck on her neck.

I nibble on her skin until the elevator door opens. I dig into my pocket for my key but stop as soon as I hear a subtle gasp. I break away with the taste of salt on my tongue and peer over my shoulder.

Ah, fuck.

I quickly realize that the elevator opened up on Daisy’s floor because I’d subconsciously hit her floor instead of mine. It takes one whimper from the woman in my grasp for Daisy to smooth her features. At first, she was shocked, but now she just seems bored.

Which irritates me.

I smirk while pressing my hips into the warmth coming from in between the set of legs wrapped around my waist. I catch the slight narrowing of Daisy’s eyes, but that’s when I notice the bags underneath them.

Was she asleep?

She must notice my internal pause, because she quickly crosses her arms and shoots me a teasing look.

“Hey, neighbor.” She’s acting awfully cheerful. “I dropped your package off upstairs. The mailman accidently brought it to my door instead of yours.”

I squint at her. What?

“So sorry I opened it.” She giggles, and fuck me if it doesn’t remind me of summer nights back home. “I didn’t realize it was yours until I saw that it was cream for gonorrhea.”

I stiffen.

This fucking brat.

The woman in my grip freezes before she slowly loosens her legs. “Uh, what?”

I turn to her to try to convince her that Daisy is lying, but there’s nothing I can say that’ll make her stay now. She presses L for the lobby and puts obvious distance between us, as if I’m going to give her the STD by sharing the small space with her.

I glare at Daisy and her twinkling, little glint.noveldrama

“Oh, you two go ahead,” she adds. “I’ll just catch the next elevator.”

The door begins to shut, and she sends me a little wave.

Before it closes altogether, I shake my head at her.

Game on, Daisy.

The next day, I wait outside of Daisy and River’s apartment, knowing she’ll exit soon because she has to head to the arena for a fitting—something Cindy let me in on because she clearly thinks Daisy and I are on much better terms than we actually are.

That may be because I acted as if Daisy was like a sister to me when I scored her the interview, but what Cindy doesn’t know won’t kill her.

The door swings open, and I hurriedly shove off the wall with my hockey bag in tow.

Daisy stops abruptly, her shiny strawberry-blonde hair swinging behind her shoulders. She takes one look at me, confusion flickering against her soft features, before she shakes her head and acts as if I don’t exist.

She presses the down button and puts her back to me.

I run my gaze down her backside—something she notices in the shiny elevator door. She lifts an eyebrow, and I try to play it off by leaning forward with my mouth right beside her ear. “Ready for your fitting?”

To my surprise, she doesn’t even flinch. I get a whiff of her perfume, and it goes right to my dick.

Honey.

She smells like sweet honey.

Daisy strides onto the elevator, presses L for the lobby, and slips off to the right, whereas I head for the spot I had my date pressed against the night before. With the doors closed, the space gets tighter. Daisy’s fingers clutch her oversized bag, and her white teeth clamp onto her glossy bottom lip.

“You know you initiated war, right?” I ask.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

A little noise sounds with each floor that the elevator descends on. It’s a nice break in the loud silence that’s currently screaming at me.

Finally, Daisy stops pretending I’m not inside this small space with her. “War?” she repeats, without looking at me.

I stare at the side of her pink cheek and put my hand into my pocket. “Just wait until you bring some guy back to the apartment,” I warn. “I’ll end it before it even gets started, just like you did to me last night.”

Her sweet laugh slows my world for a second. “How will you know when I bring a guy back? Are you going to start stalking me?”

When. Not if.

I rarely feel jealous. There isn’t anyone I’ve had in my arms that I wouldn’t willingly give up a moment later.

But when it comes to Daisy…

The protectiveness I still have over her isn’t as fleeting as I’d like for it to be, even with our past.

“I’ll know,” I say with confidence.

Little does she know, I have access to the camera in the hallway.

The elevator door opens, and she walks out first, heading toward the front doors instead of the parking garage.

Daisy, who looks much livelier today than she did yesterday evening, sends me a breath-stealing smile over her shoulder. “Seems like you’ve forgotten that I know how to sneak a guy into my bed.”

I’m struck with silence from her bold statement.

And here I thought she’d never bring it up again after we had words the other day.

She turns and disappears into what looks like an Uber, leaving me to drive to the arena alone.

I’m competitive by nature, and if we’re keeping count, that’s twice Daisy has won our little sparring battle in the last twenty-four hours, which is just fucking unacceptable.