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

I ended one game, only to start another.

The arena has cleared out, the majority of the staff and team disappearing for the night to get rest before tomorrow’s practice. I discarded the rest of my uniform and pads and traded them for gym shorts and a hoodie.

I’ve still got my skates on, which is the first thing she notices when she sees me sitting on the bench.

“You’re gonna need yours,” I say, checking her out from my peripheral.

Her bag falls to the ground beside me, and the scent of peppermint burns my nose. She sits down with a huff and starts to dig inside her bag for her skates. The grazing of her elbow against mine is subtle through our shirts, but my body is on high alert when Daisy is near. Always.

“What are we doing, Kane?”

I can’t help but grin at her annoyed tone. It’s just as easy for me to irritate her as it is for her to irritate me.

“You wanted to prove that you’re fine, right?”

Our eyes lock. She nods slowly.

I grin. “Up for a game of strip hockey?”

The number of times I played strip hockey in high school is countless. River never let Daisy play, for obvious reasons. He’d kick her out of the rink before she even shed a jacket.

Daisy’s lips part. “Are you serious?”

I lean back on the bench and spread my thighs. I gaze out onto the open ice. “If you manage to keep up with me and win, then I’ll believe you when you say you’re fine. It’ll be a done deal.”

“And if I can’t keep up? Then what? You’ll follow me around like a shadow?” She tightens her skates with so much force her fingers turn white.

I grip the bench. “Maybe. But I’d start with making you tell me what’s going on first.”

She mutters something under her breath about hating me, and I can’t hold back my chuckle. Her head snaps over to me so quickly another burst of peppermint hits me in the face.

“I want something in return if I win.” The attitude flowing out of her is damn near addictive.

“What do you want, little devil?” Why did that sound like I was willing to give anything to her?

Those baby blues flare with something I beg to touch, but then they soften, and her voice lowers. “I want to know the last time you talked to Miles.”

The breath leaves my chest.

Her request is a slap to the face.

It’s not like I was thinking about going easy on her and letting her win, but if I was, that question would have sealed her fate.

There’s not a chance in hell I’ll let her be privy to that information—not after what she did to me after the last time I confided in her.

“Let’s go.” I stand and climb over the edge of the rink with a stick in my hand. I don’t offer to help her, because the second my skate touches the ice, it’s on.

It takes her a second to grab a stick to fit her height, but as soon as she does, she meets me at center ice.

I peer at her much shorter stance. Shimmer still covers her high cheekbones, matching the blue of her eyes. She’s so fucking beautiful, especially when she smiles at me like she’s ready to take me on. It irritates me even more.

“You remember the rules?” I place the puck in front of her stick. “You strip a piece of clothing if you miss the net. First one to shed all their clothing loses.”

She pushes her hair behind her shoulder, giving way to her slender neck. The stick winds backward, and she sends it shooting off down the rink from center ice.

My teeth grind back and forth when she makes it.

“Lucky shot,” I grumble.

Her girly laugh echoes around the rink, and I’m warm all over.

I take off and retrieve the puck, embracing the icy rink air against my heated skin. I can’t decide if I’m enjoying the game or hating it.

I’m back to center ice in record time, thanks to having shed my pads. Daisy rests her chin on her stick and watches me closely.

With as much force as I can manage while staying accurate, the puck soars against the ice and hits the back of the net so hard it flies back out.

“One to one,” I chirp.

She growls and takes off before I can to get the puck. Her hair flies past her face as she races back toward me.

“Right here.” I tap my stick on the ice. “You have to make it from this spot.”

Daisy lines herself up, and I can already tell she isn’t going to make the shot. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from correcting her stance and wait for her to miss.

“Ugh!” she mumbles.

It didn’t even come close.

Our eyes collide. “Strip.”

Her stick drops to the ice. I stuff my excitement down as she grips the bottom of her long sleeve shirt and slowly shimmies it up past the curves of her breasts and over her head. Underneath is a tight tank top that stretches across her body like a second skin. My mouth runs dry.

I quickly picture River’s face to bring me back to reality. I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone you trust, and I’m not going to betray him by lusting over Daisy. Again.

With my stick, I pull the puck toward me and move to the same spot. My shot hits the net perfectly, because obviously.

“This isn’t fair,” she hisses on her way past. “You play this sport for a living. Of course you’ll win.”

“It’s not about winning,” I retort.

Her hand flies to her hip. “Then what is it about?”

“I’m waiting to catch you mid-faint again to prove my theory of you notbeing fine.”

Daisy’s eyes narrow. “This is stupid.”

I chuckle. “Sounds like something a loser would say.”

With all her mighty anger, Daisy winds up and shoots the puck from the other side of the ice, only to miss it by several yards.

I hold back a laugh. “Strip, baby.”

She glares at me, and it’s adorable. “Don’t call me baby.”

I place my back to her because watching her discard another piece of clothing will get my dick putting dirty little thoughts in my head just like when I had her at my mercy in that closet a few nights ago.

“There!” she shouts from across the rink.

I turn with the puck at my stick and do a double-take. My breath catches, and those dirty thoughts shoot right up from my balls and into my head.

“Planning on getting fucked later? What the hell is that?” I point at her see-through bra with my stick.

I didn’t think this through.

I never think things through when it comes to her.

“What?” Daisy glances down at her bra. “This old thing?”

This old thing.

This old thing?

Did she wear it on purpose? In case I cornered her in her dressing room again?

“Something wrong, Kane?” From across the ice, I can see her eyelashes fluttering.

It’s almost as if she doesn’t remember who she’s playing against. I smirk and skate to her quickly. She panics at the last second and tries to scramble away, only for her to practically slip backward.

My arm snakes around her lower back, her bare skin scorching my palm in the process. “Oh, you want to play dirty?” I press her close to my chest and exhale into her face. “I can play dirty, Daisy. I’ll have you stripped bare within seconds. Is that what you want?”

I wish I could read her mind. The wheels are turning behind her eyes, and the color on her cheeks comes back even brighter than before. I expect her to push me away and throw an insult at me, but as always, she surprises me. “I don’t know, Kane. Is that what you want?”

I study her lips.

Those pretty pink lips.

I drop my attention to her cleavage pressing against my chest. The longer I look at her and feel her skin against mine, the more I notice her nipples pressing against the cotton of my hoodie.

This cat-and-mouse game we’ve suddenly found ourselves in is addictive. The pushing and pulling, the tugging and clawing. At this point, I’m not sure who’s winning and who’s losing.

“Don’t push me to make a point, Daisy…because you know I will,” I whisper.

She rolls her eyes, and it’s nothing but encouragement for me. I tug her in closer. A breath whooshes from her mouth and lands on mine. I lick my lips, hoping to get the faintest taste of her against my tongue, in hopes that it’ll be enough to get me to back down.

It doesn’t.

My stick slowly slips from my other hand, and I graze her bare arm, watching little goosebumps race to her flesh. A shiver works down her spine, so I hold on to her tightly while gazing at her mouth. I creep my hand up her body, landing with my fingers tangled in her hair.

Her breathing is sharp and fast. “What are you doing?”

The majority of the lights above our heads turn off, and she gasps, pushing herself farther onto me.

Fuck.

The faintest graze of her against my dick makes me weak at the knees. She’s winning, and she doesn’t even know it.

I try to remember the whole point of the game. I repeat her flirty threat in my head and remember how she insinuated that I’m the one who wants her naked and not the other way around.

I can play dirty and come out on top, but she’s right. I do want her naked, and I think, deep down, I want her to need me in ways that have nothing to do with stripping her bare. It’s driving me crazy not knowing what’s going on with her.

I grip her chin with my thumb and finger and bring her gaze up to mine. “You’re still so beautiful, Daisy.”

Darkness surrounds us, but there’s still a little bit of light filtering in from the bench. Those long lashes of hers flutter in disbelief, and I let out a raspy breath that I wish I were faking.

The truth is, she is still so beautiful, even if I am only telling her this now to get in her head.

“Kane,” she whisper-warns.

“Daisy,” I whisper back.

I’ve got her in the palm of my hand, thinking I’m playing nice when I’m filling her with all sorts of things that’ll make her more likely to strip naked and lose. But…what would she do if I kissed her? Would she kiss me back?

There’s a part of me that wonders if she’s playing me like I’m playing her, but would that really be so bad in the end?

I lean in close to her neck, skimming my nose against her delicate jawline on my way. Her slow gulp catches my attention as I let my lips brush against her ear. “God, I’ve missed you.”

Such a bitter truth.

“No you haven’t,” she says quietly.

“I have,” I argue. “But I hate myself for it.”

Surely she believes me, because it’s the truth.

I place a kiss to the spot right below her ear, and we’re pressed together so tightly I can feel her nipples tighten as they strain against her flimsy bra. My groin tingles, and I let my mouth gently press against her neck again. So soft. My eyes shut, and I drag my hand up her back, my thumb grazing her spine.

I’ve never felt so greedy before.

Women give themselves to me with a single wink in their direction, and I willingly take from them.

But nothingcomes close to this.

Being apart from her has only made things worse. Our chemistry has always been there, lying quietly under fleeting glances, but right now it’s irresistible. The tension is tight but so fucking addictive.

“Kane.” This time, my name is a plea. For what? I don’t know.

I sink my teeth into her neck and unclasp her bra at the same time. My throat closes with desire as the straps fall over her arms. I quickly pull it the rest of the way off, tossing it somewhere on the ice.

A silky breath falls graciously from her mouth that I quickly become obsessed with.

I can’t stop, even though I know I should. I’m pushing things too far.

“When was the last time you were touched, Daisy?”

I tug on her earlobe with my teeth while skimming my hand around to the waistband of her leggings. My finger plays with the top of it, and my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Fuck, I should stop.

“Not going to answer my question?” I tease, looking down at her.

I guide my fingers down farther, slipping into her panties. I’m twisted on the inside, a hot tug on every thought of touching her making it impossible to stop.

The goal was to get her naked and then declare myself the winner of our game of strip hockey, because between the two of us, only one of us is clothed, but things are taking a wild turn, and I can’t seem to care.

My hand slips in between her thighs, and my heart stops.noveldrama

Fuck. There is no stopping now.

I’m going to hell after this. Not only am I going behind River’s back after I swore to myself that I never would again but also because, when this is done, she’s going to think I only touched her to win. If only she knew the thoughts in my head, then she’d know that I’m not doing this to win our game but because I’m out of control.

Daisy Sullivan is my soft spot.

Instead of laying her on the cold ice, I pick her up and skate us over to the bench. Her shaky, fast breaths fan over the side of my neck where her face is buried. After sitting her on the bench, I bend at the knee and untie her skates until they’re sprawled on the floor beside me. I hook my fingers inside the waistband of the tight leggings she’s wearing and slip them over her hips and down her legs.

“Kane—”

I shush her by dragging my fingers up the inside of her thighs. “By the looks of it, you haven’t been touched in a very long time.”

She tenses. “That isn’t true.”

It fucking better be.

I pause at the possessive thought that slips in. I need to get a grip. Unfortunately, that grip seems to be her.

My finger plays along the edge of her pussy, and I gaze at it like I haven’t seen one in years. Her body begs to be touched as she wiggles back and forth in an attempt to get me to touch the spot that she needs.

I wish I could spend all night relearning her curves.

The thrumming in my chest is too hard to ignore. My dick throbs, and my mouth waters.

I want a taste.

Just one.

I glide one finger inside her warmth, and her hips meet me halfway. She’s needy, and I fucking love it.

“It is true,” I rasp, slipping my finger in and out of her while gazing at her body. The toned muscles of her belly move back and forth with her ragged breathing. I place a light kiss to the inside of her knee while getting her all worked up. She makes a noise that gives me a new high.

I have veered so far off course that I can’t hear the warnings in the back of my mind.

Before I can talk myself out of it, my mouth replaces my fingers, and she coats my tongue.

“What are you⁠—”

I silence her by tugging on her clit with my teeth. A whimper flows from her mouth, and she opens up wider for me. I’ve never tasted better. I lick and suck, eating her pussy so well she’s curling her hips to meet my face.

It’s hot and addictive, and I know that as soon as she gets off, I have to end this, or I’ll do a lot more than bury my face between her legs. I’ll fuck her so hard that she won’t think of anyone but me ever again.

“Why does this feel so good?” she rasps.

Because we’re made for each other. That’s why.

Don’t even go there, Kane.

She’s so close. I graze her clit with my teeth and push two fingers into her, slow and steady.

Her pussy begins to tighten, and I quickly take my attention from in between her legs to her face.

Fuck.

My brain stalls.

Daisy coming is the hottest fucking thing I have ever witnessed. My fingers are soaked, and her whimpers continue the entire time she comes.

I can’t get enough. In the middle of her orgasming, I move back to her pussy and lick up every last drop of her. Then, I lick my fingers clean too.

The rising and falling of her ribcage catches my attention as I come back to reality.

Our eyes snag, and I lose my footing.

You fucked up.

My jaw clenches, and all I taste is her.

I don’t know how I got here, on my knees, with River’s sister completely naked and spread wide open with a hazy look in her gaze, but fuck, here I am.

What did I just do?

After grabbing her panties off the floor, I hold them out with my pinky finger. I casually run my gaze down her naked body in hopes it’ll last me a lifetime.

“You’re naked.” I try to keep my tone even to hide how undone I am on the inside. “Which means I’ve won. So it’s time for you to tell me what’s going on.”