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

Don’t react.

It’s just a pair of tits.

Nice tits. Not overly big, but at least a handful each.

Just like the rest of her, they’ve changed over the years—right along with her fiery attitude that I’d never had the pleasure of being on the other end of until recently.

Her hot glare is a form of flirting, if you ask me.

“Turn,” I demand.

The little scowl she’s trying to intimidate me with deepens when I don’t give her the time or space to do as I ask. My palms find their way to her curved waist, and I spin her.

“What is your problem?” She peers over her shoulder at me, and even the slanting of her cheek is perfect.

“You,” I answer with full transparency. “You’re my problem.”

“How so?” she shouts, frustration seeping out of her.

She tries to turn back around to face me, but I don’t let her.

No.

I grip her waist again, and this time, I push her up against the door lightly and trap her there. Her gasp falls over her shoulder and down to my hand holding her hostage. “Are you trying to intimidate me?”

If I am, it’s not working.

I have her pinned against the door with her back to me because I don’t want to look into her eyes. They make me feel things I don’t want to feel when it comes to her.

Like the protectiveness that swept through me when I saw Jeff and Wes touching her.

Or the raging jealousy that pulsed when Lars made a pass at her.

Or the fact that she’s taking up space in my head while I’m on the ice simply because I know she may be watching me.

The pressure of being the best reaches new heights with her in my vicinity, and it’s already so heavy that I can hardly unbury myself by the end of a game.

I finally answer her question with a clipped, “No.”

“Then what are you doing? Because surely you’re not helping me,” she laughs sarcastically, and I suddenly remember how much I love her laugh.

God. This is not good.

My head is spinning, especially as I stare at the smooth skin beneath her bra straps. I have an alarming urge to grip her hair in my fist to tug her head back so I can have access to her neck.

My dick hardens at the thought, and being alone in this stuffy room behind a locked door isn’t helping.

I react in the only way I know how to.

I get angry.

With her costume bundled in one of my fists, I pull it as hard as I can. The ripping of the fabric blends with my pounding heartbeat, and I watch as the frayed material falls freely from her body.

“Fixing the fucking problem,” I seethe.

Unfortunately, I’ve created an entirely new problem. As soon as Daisy turns around in a wrath of anger, I get an eyeful of her standing there in nothing but her panties and bra. I know the image will haunt me for days to come.

Daisy’s baby blues form into slits, but she’s so shocked that nothing comes out of her mouth.

“No costume, no mascot,” I say.

My chest swells with pride.

Now, maybe, I’ll be able to play a decent game without wondering where she is and if she’s watching me from the side.

I watch with a stone-cold expression as Daisy steps out of her torn costume. She kicks it toward me, landing at my feet. I make no move to look at it.

Daisy crosses her arms, mindlessly pushing her breasts up even higher. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

I cross my arms too. “Yes, you can.”

She sighs loudly, and it pulls my attention to her heart-shaped lips. “Why does it matter to you if I’m the mascot?” she asks. “Oh, and in case you’ve forgotten, you were the one who got me the job.”

“Because,” I snarl, “it fucks with my head.”

“How?!” She throws her hands up, and I wish she’d recross her arms, because at least it hides some of her body from me.

She didn’t want you, Kane. Don’t forget that.

The sting from that night still burns.

When I don’t answer her, she hastily stomps over to her bag. She pulls out a pair of jeans and starts to pull them up her legs furiously.

I stand back against the door with my arms crossed, smirking at her flustered behavior.

Sure, I’m flustered too, but I’ve been shadowing my emotions for years. She doesn’t have to know that I’m losing my mind while she’s parading half-naked in front of me.

In nothing but her jeans and lacy bra, she heads for me.noveldrama

Shit.

My dick says that she’s winning this little war between us, but my head refuses to lose.

“How am I fucking with your head, Kane? I’m literally skating around in a ridiculous, giant devil costume.” Her cheeks are red with frustration, and for a split second, I think about grabbing onto them and shutting her up with a kiss.

“I’m not even doing anything,” she mumbles.

Doesn’t she get it?

She doesn’t have to do anything to press on my mind. She messes with my head by just existing. Daisy is everything that I could’ve had if I didn’t take the wrong path. I was naive enough to think she would look beyond what was on the exterior, but it turned out neither of us knew each other like we thought.

There’s a pulsing in my head that I can’t ignore.

My blood pressure rises the longer she stares up at me with those pretty blue eyes, eyelashes fluttering every few seconds.

Don’t let her win.

With quick reflexes, I have her pinned to the door again. A gasp flies from her mouth, and I want to catch it with my own so fuckingbadly.

“You want to know how you’re fucking with my head, Daisy?” I ask quietly.

She turns her head to hear me, but the only thing it does is give me clear access to her slender neck. I eye her racing pulse thumping against the soft skin, and it gives me just enough energy to finish what I started.

My knee nestles in between her legs as I grab both of her hands and press them above her head. Her wrists are so tiny in my grasp that I can easily pin them there with one of my hands. The excitement it brings me to have her trapped should terrify her.

Look at her, caught in my clutches, just like I was caught in hers years ago.

“You feel this?” I ask, gliding my other hand to her lower back.

I pull her tight to my body, and a hot breath escapes her lips. “Do you feel the pull between us?”

Daisy gulps, and I stare at her mouth. I lift my hand and brush my thumb against her plump bottom lip so gently it tricks her into thinking I’m going to be soft with her, but that’s not who I am anymore.

Her eyes widen as soon as my hand slips to her neck.

To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away. Daisy’s sexy little body is still pressed into mine, and I know she can feel how hard I am.

It takes everything in me not to rub against her.

I want her.

I still fucking want her.

My heart skips a beat, and I immediately pull myself away from those dangerous thoughts.

“Well?” I put a little more pressure on her neck just to get her attention. Once I have it, I skim my palm over every one of her curves, ending at her thigh. My fingers dig into the denim before I scoop her leg up and wrap it around my waist. I do what I say I wouldn’t and push into her.

A raspy noise hits my ears, and I bury my head into the crook of her neck so I don’t do something I’ll regret.

Like kiss her.

My fingers sweep up her leg until I reach the curve of her ass. While palming it, I flick my tongue against the delicate skin along her jawline, and it pulls a faint whimper from her.

I clench my eyes.

You’ve made your point, Kane.

But have I?

I whisper seductively in her ear, “Am I inside your head like you’re in mine?”

She doesn’t need to answer me, because I already know.

There’s heat pooling between her legs and pebbled bumps brushing my chest through the thin material of her bra.

“Do you feel me everywhere?” I run my nose down her jawline before pulling back abruptly to look into her eyes.

A hot swallow works down my throat.

If she asked me to fuck her right now, I would. But she won’t. She’s much too stubborn for that.

“This is what you do to me by simply existing. I don’t want you at the rink anymore.”

I drop her hands and back away quickly. I keep my expression blank in an attempt to hide just how much touching her tortured me. I was trying to prove a point, but I think I only made things worse for myself.

Daisy exhales like she was holding her breath the entire time. The room grows small, and it’s so tight neither of us can move. Instead, we stare at each other like we’re at a crossroads.

Stay on track, Kane.

Snapping myself out of the trance I’m in, I turn and grab her shirt from the pile of clothes and toss it to her. The cotton hits directly on her chest, thankfully hiding her breasts.

“Get dressed. If you’re not at my car in ten minutes, call an Uber.”

And with that, I fling the door open and stalk down the hall, praying that she finds herself a new job so I can at least play hockey without her playing her own game inside my head.