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

The parking lot is emptying, and the inside of Kane’s car is becoming darker from the disappearing headlights. If I was still in the mood to play games with him, I’d lock the car and make him figure out a way to get inside.

Or better yet, I’d drive home without him and make him find his own way back to the apartments.

But jealousy outweighs my need for revenge.

If I were to do that, who’s to say he wouldn’t get a ride from that woman he was flirting with?

I recross my arms.

Kane irritates me more than anyone, yet I find myself hungry for each interaction. Every time we’re together, whether we’re arguing or not, I become needier than the time before.

I shut my eyes and rest my head against the glass window. The idling of the engine calms my rushing blood, and within seconds, heavy exhaustion slips in.

Flares have a way of sneaking in and catching me off guard, and the fear is in a constant loop inside my head when my body feels this fatigued.

I lied to my mom earlier when she called and asked if I was feeling okay. There’s no need for her to worry about a disease that is here to stay, and the less she knows about my random fevers or bouts of exhaustion, the better.

The revving of Kane’s car catches my attention.

My eyebrows furrow, and I readjust against the glass window.

Is the car moving?

A masculine scent hits my senses, and I relax. Still, after all this time, he smells the same.

“I know you’re awake,” he says quietly.

Just to be defiant, I remain silent.

After a few seconds of silence, he chuckles. I fall in and out of sleep for the next few minutes. By the vibrating beneath the tires, I know we’re entering the parking garage. The thought of having to walk to my apartment sends a roll of nausea into my stomach.

I’ll sleep in here.

“We’re home, little devil.”

Home.

A calmness settles over me like a blanket with the thought of us having a home together, but just as quickly, a wave of nausea hits me.

I make no acknowledgement to move.

Not even a twitch on my face.

Kane’s door opens and then closes. Ah, alone at last.

Just when I think he’s leaving me here, my door opens. I’m suddenly scooped into two strong arms and pressed against something hard.

His heartbeat pounds against my ear as I rest my head on his chest. I find myself wanting to smile.

“Again, I know you’re awake…” he grumbles.

This time, I can’t stop the curving of my mouth. “I’m too tired to walk,” I admit.

His chuckle rumbles against me. “I think you just want my hands on you.”

I should deny it.

I want to.

But in the end, I don’t. I grow even more comfortable in his arms, and I swear I fall asleep on the elevator ride up.

The door unlatches, and Kane continues walking me through the apartment.

“Just throw me on the bed,” I mutter. “I’m too tired to shower.”

“Throw you on the bed?” There’s a hint of seduction in his tone. “Don’t tempt me like that.”

His innuendo gives me just enough energy to pull my eyes open. The room is blanketed in dark shadows as he places me down onto what feels like a cloud.

“Thanks,” I whisper, eyes fluttering closed again.

I press myself into the bed happily. I inhale deeply, but then my eyes fly open.

“Wait.” I quickly sit up and ignore my achy limbs.

Kane blends in with the shadows as he stands over me. “Something wrong?” I can tell he’s smiling by the sound of his voice.

“This is not my bed!” This is not my room.

My legs drag with exhaustion, but adrenaline gives me enough strength to swing them over the side of his bed. Unfortunately, he’s standing right there to trap me. Kane creeps forward and leans in close, hovering above me. His hands fall to the bed beside my thighs, where he bundles the blankets in his tight fists.

The faint light from the window behind me shines directly on the side of his face, illuminating his tight jaw. “Lie down.”

“I’m not sleeping in your bed,” I refuse.

Kane dips farther toward me, and I remain still. When I realize he isn’t going to stop, it forces me to move backward. Otherwise, his lips would end up on mine, and that would be…hot.

I mean…bad.

It would be bad.noveldrama

He lingers above me as I lie flat against his bed. His strong arms move toward my head, where he cages me, as if he doesn’t trust me to stay put.

“Go to sleep. You’re exhausted.”

What is the point of me sleeping in his bed? Does he enjoy torturing us both?

“Well…are the sheets at least clean? Or am I sleeping where millions of other women have been?” I ask.

His chuckle cuts through the tension. “As if I let women in my bed.”

Vivid thoughts play out in my head of Kane fucking women in other places in his house. The couch? The kitchen counter? The shower?!

My mouth runs dry.

“I’m a woman, and I’m in your bed,” I rasp.

Kane finally backs away, and I think I’m in the clear, but then he slips his arms underneath me. “You’re not just a woman,” he whispers, scooting us to the middle of his bed. He drapes the covers over my body, and to my surprise, he lifts his hand and gently brushes my hair away from my face. “You’re Daisy.”

His words surround my heart with something unfamiliar. I ignore the faint feeling of butterflies in my stomach and stay quiet.

“Go to sleep,” he says again, but this time, it’s a whisper that floats against my skin like a feather. I force my eyes closed and fall asleep within minutes.