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

I should ban myself from talking to Kane, because I clearly can’t be trusted when it comes to him.

Butterflies fly to my stomach when his name appears on the screen. My finger hovers over the decline button. I teeter back and forth with an impulse I can’t seem to escape from and eventually hit accept.

His face appears, and the breath whooshes from my lungs.

Perfectly tousled hair, steely blue eyes staring at me through the screen, and a flexing jaw that my fingers beg to touch.

Even with exhaustion settling into my bones, one look from him and I’m wide awake.

“You don’t believe me?” He shifts his attention all around my face. “Let me show you something.”

Dangerous thoughts slip into my head, a trail of fire left behind from each one.

He pops up from his hotel bed and walks through his room until he stops and pans the camera. A lit-up city comes into view through the windows, and I suddenly feel insane for thinking he was going to show me something else.noveldrama

“See how awake the city is?” he asks.

“Yeah?” I answer with hesitation.

The camera moves back to his face, and he has a determined look in his eyes—the same one he wears on the ice.

“Tell me what I’m doing in my hotel room on the phone with you instead of being out there with everyone else?”

I say nothing, so he continues after sitting on the bed and scooting up to rest against the headboard.

“When I say I can’t resist you, I mean it.” His eyes flare. “Something you know deep down.”

A soft swallow moves down my throat as I repeat his words in my head. “I think you can’t resist teasing me,” I argue.

There’s an uptick in my pulse the longer we talk. The tension bundled in my lower stomach tightens with his lopsided smile. This is exactly why I needed to take care of myself. I’m full of pent-up sexual tension, and it’s forcing me to think hot…err, I mean horrible thoughts about Kane.

“Of course I can’t resist teasing you, little devil.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that why you stole the batteries from my vibrator?”

Kane shrugs. “Sure.”

My lips flatten. “That wasn’t very convincing.”

His hot smirk slowly disappears. He sighs loudly and looks away from me. I stare at the sharp curve of his jaw as it flickers back and forth.

“What?” I ask quietly.

I watch him closely. Silence settles between us, but the energy is buzzing, even through the phone. My heart pounds, and my palms tickle with sweat. “Kane⁠—”

He snaps his blue eyes to me suddenly, his pupils dilating. “I should get off the phone.”

The disappointment hits me like a freight train. I open my mouth to accept his suggestion, because he’s right. What are we even doing right now?

A second passes and then another. My finger creeps toward the end button.

He exhales loudly. “Too late. You win.”

His temples flicker back and forth with the grinding of his jaw. He seems fed up with something.

Me?

Himself?

“What do you mean, I win?” My voice is quiet and raspy.

Why do I suddenly sound like a porn star?

Kane’s tongue slips out of his mouth, and he swipes it quickly against his bottom lip. “I took the batteries because, yeah, I love irritating the hell out of you…”

An insult is on the tip of my tongue, but he interrupts me before I can get it out.

“And because I’m selfish as fuck.” Now, his voice is raspy.

Our eyes catch. My bedroom fades, and the only thing I see is his face through the phone.

“How so?” I squeeze my legs together slowly, hopeful he doesn’t notice.

A frustrated noise leaves him, and it’s annoyingly hot. “I didn’t want you to get off…”

My jaw falls open with a silent gasp. Kane is bold, arrogant beyond belief, and I’m highly attracted to it. “So you took my vibrator batteries?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t want you to get off without me there to watch…or help.”

I close my mouth and stare at him. Oh. Oh. With blood rushing to the apex of my thighs, it’s obvious that I like the idea more than I should.

He makes a noise, eyes focused on something other than my face. I glance at my shirt, and my cheeks grow warm. Thanks for giving me away, boobs.

“You like knowing I want to watch you?”His voice is seduction wrapped in a pretty bow that I’m suddenly desperate to untie.

With him alone in some hotel and me tucked away in my bedroom, I’m safe. There is nothing quite as enticing as Kane Barlow growing all hot and bothered, knowing he can’t touch me.

“Answer me,” he says.

I bite my lip before answering. “I wasn’t aware it was a question. You seemed pretty certain in your assumption.”

His jaw becomes even more defined as he leans back farther onto the headboard. “I still want to hear you say it.”

Oh, how badly I want to give in.

“I’d rather not admit something you can hold over my head when you decide to remember that you hate me.” Or worse, when you remember that I’m your best friend’s little sister.

“I’ll tell you where the batteries are,” he says eagerly. “Or you can just wait until I get back, and I’ll help you with your little problem.”

That’s enticing.

Too enticing.

Heat pools in between my legs, and I snap.

“Fine,” I rasp.

Kane’s eyes widen, full of hidden excitement.

“I…” My mouth runs dry because I know I’ll regret this later.

“Go on.” His tone is throaty, the words lingering.

My other hand, the one not holding the phone with a death grip, starts to play with the waistband of my shorts. “I like the idea of you watching me…”

His tongue slips out between his lips again, wetting them. “Finish the sentence.”

Desire floods me, and I follow his command right away. “I like the idea of you watching me get myself off.”

Sharp breaths filter through the phone, and Kane’s chest is heaving. “And?”

I swallow. “I like the idea of you helping me too.”

Kane clenches his eyes closed, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Either he’s really good at messing with me, or he’s truly just as turned on as I am.

“Thermometer.” He forces the word through tight teeth. “The batteries are in your thermometer.”

I exhale without even realizing I was holding my breath.

His eyes quickly open, the blue a stormy color filled with lust. Unable to handle the hold he has on me, I hang up in search of my thermometer.

When I get back to my bed with two batteries in the palm of my hand, I see his text.

Kane

I hope you’re thinking about me, Daisy. Because I’m most definitely thinking about you.

The stands are full tonight.

Rival games always bring in a lot of energy. The crowd’s enthusiasm is contagious, and for the first time in weeks, I’m less exhausted and more lively.

Though, I’m not sure if it’s the fanbase that is giving me a sudden zest for the game or if it’s a certain player that I can’t help but follow on the ice.

I trap my lip in between my teeth as I think about the dirty images I fed myself while touching myself. If he asks, I’m totally denying that it ever happened.

My cheeks burn.

He needs to get out of my head.

“Go ahead, devil girl,” someone says from behind.

I turn before stepping onto the ice. It’s Wes, dressed in his white-and-black-striped shirt with a lopsided grin.

“I see you’ve improvised.” He checks me out from head to toe, eyeing me a little too closely in my new-and-improved Blue Devils mascot costume.

I look down at the sparkly blue material and smile. “No more pesky zippers.”

“Darn.” He steps closer to me. “I was hoping you needed help shedding it like the last costume.”

“Wes.” An older referee gives him a disapproving look before flicking his chin to the ice.

Wes winks at me before skating toward the other men dressed in black and white.

There’s no time to rehash the conversation in my head, because as soon as my skate touches the slick floor, ice shavings rise like the tide, and two stormy blue eyes are staring at me beneath a Blue Devils helmet.

“What was that all about?” There’s a bite to Kane’s tone that drives me wild.

A girly laugh leaves me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I attempt to skate past him with my foam tridents in tow, but he falls right in line with me.

His chuckle sends goosebumps to my skin. “You should feel violated by the way he was looking at you when your back was turned.”

Like an addiction, I crave to keep the conversation going.

“No more than how I felt after you stripped me bareme on this very ice, just to win a game.” I catch a glimpse of his expression and wish I hadn’t.

His furrowed brow smooths, and that smug mouth of his quirks on the side. His gaze skips over his teammates and lands on the spot where he all but stripped me down to nothing.

“I don’t think you can consider it violating when you enjoy it…” He’s so confident, and it drives me crazy.

I fake my smile as I throw tridents over the glass to fans, all while keeping up the conversation with him. “Who said I enjoyed it?”

“Your cum on my fingers…” His whisper silently touches every intimate part of my body, and I grow antsy.

“Go away,” I urge. “I’m trying to work.”

“Yeah, she’s trying to work,” Wes enters the conversation, and I can sense Kane’s blood pressure rising like it’s my own.

The glare he sends Wes would make any man shake, but Wes stands tall with a haughty smirk in Kane’s direction.

A rush of protectiveness burrows itself into my chest, and I grit my teeth. Kane glances at me briefly, and I suddenly worry he can read my mind.

Aiming to hide the truth, I skate a little closer to Wes. Kane flicks an eyebrow, and the muscles against his jaw flicker back and forth with a warning.

He narrows his gaze, focusing directly on me. “That’s how you wanna play this?”

I remain ignorant. “Play what?”

His lip curls, but there’s a hint of amusement there. “Just remember you asked for it, Daisy.”

I should be worried, but instead, my stomach fills with anticipation, and my lips beg to curve.