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

Is this her way of getting back at me for making her admit out loud that she liked the idea of me watching her come? If so, I’ve gotta say, I’m not a fucking fan.

My fingers tingle as they wrap around the handle of my stick. I stare at Wes with the puck in his hand, and the only thing I want to do is hit him instead of it.

Can I really blame the guy for being interested in Daisy?

Just look at her—pretty, wavy locks of hair perfect for pulling, soul-wrenching baby blues, and a smile that is sweeter than any dessert I’ve ever tasted.

Actually…I do blame him. He’s officially on my shit list.

A growl revs in the back of my throat. When the puck drops, I already have a plan brewing.

Two plans, to be exact.

I focus on the game, and it isn’t until we’re nearing the end of the first period that I get an opportunity to get my point across. I’ve got one eye on Wes and one eye on the puck. It slips out to the right, and I quickly race to it alongside one of the Bolts. Seeing that Malaki is curving around the back of the net to snag it for a breakaway, I turn because there’s a ten-out-of-ten chance that number seven is going to slam into me.

I brace myself for the impact by angling my shoulder to take the brunt of it.

The crowd roars in the background, banging on the glass while they follow Malaki down the opposite end of the rink.

The connection my shoulder makes with number 7 jolts my spine, but the pain is long forgotten when he flies into Wes, knocking him right off his skates.

A horn is blown when Malaki scores, and the fans erupt.

I smirk, mainly because there’s a heap of black and white on the ice that’s awfully slow to get up.

I skate over to him, like the good guy that I am, and help him to his feet.

“My bad,” I say, voice hinting with feigned remorse. I brush him off, knowing the cameras are on us. “Sorry about that.”

Wes’s glare makes my mouth twitch. I lean in close before letting go of him. “Stay away from her.”

It must give him some confidence without my grip on his shirt, because he scowls. “Or what?” he asks.

I shrug just enough for him to notice. “Targeting on the ice goes both ways, Wes. That was just a glimpse of what I can do.”

He turns and glances off to the side with his jaw grinding with hidden anger. I follow his line of sight, and Daisy is standing off to the side with a silent warning on her face I’ve seen too many times before.

Unfortunately for her, I feed off it like a predator.

I skate toward the bench and grab some water, keeping my attention on her.

She crosses her arms against her blue sparkly outfit, and I wink at her.

Her glare isn’t the least bit intimidating. In fact, it’s sort of…cute.

Addiction comes in all forms, and mine is her.

I slowly skate past her to get into position for the last minute of the period.

“Was that really necessary?” she seethes.

I shield myself from the cameras, in case they see me talking to her when I’m supposed to be focused on the game of hockey instead of my game with her. “If you want to play games, you’ve gotta be prepared to lose, baby.”

Those perfect lips purse with annoyance, and I chuckle on my way toward my position.

It doesn’t take much longer for us to sweep the Bolts. They pull their goalie in to add another player onto the ice, but with a quick steal, I send it flying into the net from center ice, and the buzzer sounds twenty seconds later.

I’m pulled to the side for Daisy to do her player-of-the-game announcement. Standing beside Emory and Malaki, I watch her take the ice with a microphone in hand.

I hate that outfit.

With her quick skating, the thin material hardly covers her from behind as it flies up to reveal her perfect curves. A hot pull in my groin gets my attention, but it disappears the second I hear catcalling from the side.

A group of horny college guys are staring at Daisy, as if they actually have a chance with her.

With jealousy swimming inside my veins, I take my stick and bang it on the glass. Their attention swings to me. At first, they’re shell-shocked, in complete awe. But then, they get a glimpse of my glare, and their unhinged jaws snap shut.

I nod to Daisy on the ice, who just announced Malaki, and then back to them. I shake my head. Don’t even think about it.

She’s mine to play with, not theirs.

Which brings me right back to our little game.

Daisy probably thinks my accidental hit to Wes is the end of what I have up my sleeve, but she’s wrong.

I scoot closer to the ice and catch the eye of a woman with a press badge wrapped around her neck. Knowing that Daisy is about to look in my direction when she calls my name, I lean in real close to the brunette and smile. “Hey.”

She immediately straightens, and her cheeks turn red. “Oh! Hi.”

“Did you enjoy the game?” I ask, moving a piece of hair out of her face.

She bats her eyelashes, clearly surprised at my close proximity. “Um–ye…yes.”

Staying close to the woman, I wait for Daisy to call my name.

“Next up is Kane Barlow for the last shot of the game.”

I laugh to myself.

Without even looking in her direction, I know she’s irritated with me by the sound of her tone. I step onto the ice with my left skate and raise my arm toward the crowd. I make a circle around her while they cheer before casually slipping my arm around her waist to escort her off the rink.

Her peppermint scent fills my senses, and I refrain from inhaling because I know the cameras are on us. “Jealous?” I mutter, barely moving my lips.

“No,” she hisses.

As soon as we disappear down the hall toward the locker room, she shoves my arm away from her waist with as much force as she can muster up.

I keep up with her angry stride. “Oh, good. You can find your own ride, then?”noveldrama

She stops walking, so I do too.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a teasing tone.

Come on, admit it.

I’m desperate for her to tell me she’s just as jealous as I am. I want her all to myself, even if I can’t technically have her.

If I can’t have her, no one can.

My shoulders tense. What a fucking possessive thing to say.

Yet…I said what I said.

Daisy waits for the equipment manager to pass before popping her hip. “Nothing’s wrong.”

She’s lying right through her white teeth.

“You’ll find a ride home, then?” I glance backward, and sure enough, the woman with the press badge I flirted with for a total of three seconds is waiting for me. When I turn back toward Daisy, she’s staring in the woman’s direction with pursed lips.

“Daisy,” I muse, “you’re showing all your cards.”

Her chest heaves, and she exhales. The air surrounding us grows tight, my own breathing labored. I have the sudden urge to wrap my hands around her shimmery cheeks to pull her in to kiss me.

“Well, you’re the gambler out of the two of us. Sorry I don’t have a poker face,” she snaps.

My lips twitch. Mm, she must be really irritated.

“Just admit that you’re jealous.” I take a step closer to her, and to my surprise, she keeps herself planted in the same spot.

She rolls her eyes, and my dick twitches.

I’ve gotta get this cup off immediately.

“Why? Does it even matter?” she asks, fully exasperated.

I nod.

It matters to me.

She sighs. Her hot breath against my face makes my knees weak. “It’s not like anything will happen between us if I admit it. I’m still River’s little sister.”

My hands trap her waist. I drag her around the corner of the hall and gently push her against the wall with enough force to shut her mouth. “You don’t think anything will happen between us? Just because you’re off-limits?”

I glide my hand over her curves slowly, embracing the way she feels against my callused palm. The moment I touch the outer part of her breast, her breathing changes from annoyed heaves to ragged gasps.

She’s out of her mind if she thinks I won’t cross the line with her again.

I drive my stare into hers. “If you’re off-limits to me, you’re off-limits to everyone.”

I’ve said some insane shit over the years, but this has got to be one of the most unhinged things I’ve ever said to a woman.

What am I? A fucking caveman? Am I going to bang my chest every time a man looks at her?

This is exactly why we were better off separated. I can’t control myself when it comes to her.

“That’s crazy,” she whispers.

It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from her. “You make me crazy,” I admit. “Now go get your things. We’re going home.”