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

The pleasure intensifies beyond anything I’ve ever felt. Kane’s mouth traps mine as waves rock me from the inside out, dragging out every hidden desire and thought I’ve ever had about him.

It’s too good.

Too addicting.

I suck his tongue into my mouth, led by hot impulses and dirty thoughts. Once I let go, his teeth clamp onto my lip before he goes back in for another scorching kiss. My hips continue to move, reaching new highs as he explores every inch of my mouth.

It’s the best kiss I’ve ever had.

It’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had too.

I’m tingly all over, and the only thing I can think is more, more, more.

Kane pulls back and balances himself above me. His pupils are dilated, lips swollen and wet from mine.

“Fuck,” he groans, coming back for more.

I smell my arousal on his fingers beside my head as he grips my hair. I want to be embarrassed, but with the hungry look in his eye, I can’t be.

It’s animalistic and wild, like he can’t get enough.

For the first time in a long time, I feel desirable.

Our mouths seal again, and this time, I’m the one to do the exploring. I deepen the kiss, sucking on his tongue, getting lost in the way it moves against mine.

His hard length presses against my throbbing clit, and even though the fabric of his pants separates us, my breasts grow heavy again.

A noise frees from my mouth, and he presses into me hard. I meet him halfway, rubbing against his pants to feel the roughness against my clit.“Daisy⁠—”

I’m too lost in the sensation to say anything.

I’d let him have me right now if he asked.

“Fuck.” Kane squeezes my chin and pulls my mouth up to his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth at the same time he presses his hips forward. I let him kiss me to the point that I can’t breathe. When he lets me go, I gasp for air and meet his dark gaze.

“What the fuck?” he grunts.

His heavy browline, always furrowed with anger, smooths. I look at his mouth when his tongue slips out to lick away my kiss.

“Never in my life have I ever done that.”

“Done what?” I’m in a daze, my voice sounding like I’m drunk.

He looks at his sweats. “Came from a fucking kiss.”

Wait, what?

Kane swallows roughly. He shakes his head back and forth, and I notice the red splotches on his chest from our heated moment. “Guess I can’t hide from what you do to me anymore.”

Unable to stop it from happening, a small smile curves against my mouth.

“Daisy Sullivan,” he warns. “If you look at me like that after coming all over my hand, it won’t be the last time.”

Kane climbs off the bed, and glances over his shoulder at me when I remain quiet. Those blue eyes hit me right in the chest, and he shakes his head at the sight of my barely concealed smile. “Get dressed,” he demands, “or else you’re not leaving my room.”

Before I can make an outlandish comment to tempt him, he spins and glares at me. “Don’t tempt me.”

The look he gives me sends the hairs on my arms upright. It’s dangerous and sexy all in one, but I know a warning when I see one.

We can’t do this, and we both know it.

I sigh and flip the covers off my legs to get dressed.

Surprisingly, my joints aren’t as sore as they have been the last few days. I’m lighter on my feet. It’s as if I’m walking on air.

Kane better be careful, or he’s about to become my new cure.

“Okay,” he says, walking out of the bathroom with new pants on. His lazy gaze watches my every move as I pull my clothes over my naked body. “I’ll distract your brother, and then you’ll slip out and go back to the apartment. Just tell him you were out with a friend.”

I cross my arms. “At seven in the morning?”

Kane shrugs and runs a hair through his perfectly messy hair. “Say you stayed the night.”

My eyebrow rises. “That’ll go over well. I mean, at least it’ll explain the fresh orgasm glow I’m sure I’ve got going on right now.”

A faint growl echoes around his room.

I pull back in surprise.

Did he just get jealous over a fictional scenario where I got an orgasm from someone other than him?

“Say you were with a female friend,” he adds.

I quietly laugh and roll my eyes. “Yes, sir.”

His hot glare drops to my mouth. His jaw flexes before he walks out his bedroom door.

I grab my bag that he must’ve snagged in the process of hauling me into his arms last night and glance over at his bedside table.

His phone is lighting up.

Unable to look away, I quickly read the text message on the screen.

Unknown

Can you meet him here for another exchange?

Another exchange? That sounds…suspicious.

River’s and Kane’s voices carry over the landing and into his room. I quickly stop snooping and head over to the door.

“I can’t believe you brought a girl home,” my brother laughs. “Are you in love?”

“Fuck off,” Kane grumbles.

Coffee brews, and it reminds me that I’m in desperate need of a matcha latte. Anything to clear the brain fog I have that persuaded me to let Kane in between my legs.

What was I thinking?

I totally gave in to the enemy.

“So who is she?” River asks, clearly probing for information.

I bite my lip. How is Kane going to spin this? I press against the wall and wait until the coast is clear.

“Just some puck bunny.”

I cross my arms. I am not a puck bunny.

My brother snorts. “You and your slutty puck bunnies. I hope you wore protection or else you’ll be seeing me in the ER for crabs.”

Kane chuckles, and my face burns.

Slutty puck bunnies?

Just how many puck bunnies is he bringing home?

Jealousy rushes to my fingertips. I glance at my legs. Stay closed from here on out!

“Did you find Daisy?” Kane asks.

He is completely nonchalant, knowing very well that my brother didn’t find me, considering I’m upstairs now, regretting letting his best friend touch me.

“No. Her phone must be dead. Was she okay at the game?” River sounds worried.

“You should check the roof.”

I pop up from resting against the wall. The roof?

“Why would she be on the roof?” River snorts. “Did you lock her up there or something?”

Wouldn’t surprise me.

“She goes up there every morning. Probably to check on her soil,” Kane says.

How does he know that?

I move closer to the stairs to get a better listen.

“Are you surprised? It’s Daisy we’re talking about.” I sort of hate that Kane is acting like he knows me still. Maybe I was on the roof to…bird watch.noveldrama

My brother sighs, and suddenly, his voice is even closer.

I dart backward to hide.

“True. Alright, I’ll check up there.”

I step out from behind the corner to glance below the landing. Kane is standing there with his arms crossed over his sculpted chest with his eyebrow raised in my direction.

“You’re welcome,” he calls out, walking back toward the kitchen.

I hurry down the stairs, feeling more stupid than ever for staying in his bed last night. I make it all the way to his front door before his voice hits me from behind.

“What? No thank you?” he asks.

My hand freezes on the doorknob.

I glare over my shoulder at him. “For what? The orgasm or for making it seem like I’m a slutty puck bunny?”

Kane’s mouth twitches. “Did I strike a nerve?”

No.

The thought of you with puck bunnies did!

I spin toward him angrily.

An insult taunts me, threatening to slip out to hurt him so I can hide the jealousy I feel.

Kane leans his bare hip against the counter, showing off his tight abs and low-hanging sweats. He’s dangerously hot, but I refuse to be swept off my feet from the flirty look he’s giving me.

“I should’ve known you’d never change,” I grumble.

Kane places his mug down and eyes me closely. “Meaning?”

I pause.

The text I accidentally saw lingers in the back of my head, and I want to bring it up in the worst way, just to heighten the tension, but…I can’t. I’m not even sure what it means, or who it’s from.

“Ah…” Kane’s lopsided grin makes me crazy. “I see. You’re jealous at the thought of me being with puck bunnies?”

Irritation pricks at my scalp.

I mean, he’s right, but there’s no way I’m telling him that.

“I couldn’t care less,” I snap. “And thanks for the orgasm.” I open the door. “It won’t happen again.”

“We’ll see,” he calls out, his voice carrying out into the hallway and all the way to my apartment where I’ll peacefully sip on my matcha latte…alone.