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

I’m acting irrationally.

The thought of sticking my tongue down Daisy’s throat in front of everyone does wild things to my body.

My fingers itch with the need to touch those perfect curves, possess her, and show her that I’m not playing around. The more I have her, taste her, look at her, the needier I become.

I’d be in deep shit if I went through with my plan of pushing her to center ice and kissing her in front of everyone during a game of this magnitude. We’re two points from a spot in the playoffs, and I’m over here, picturing Daisy’s parted lips with my name slipping off the end instead of focusing on winning.

Not to mention, River is only a few seats behind the glass. I’m man enough to know that this isn’t the way to go about this. He’s the longest friendship I’ve ever had. I respect him too much to declare my claim over his sister in front of millions without so much as a warning. Then there are his parents to think about too.

A streak of loyalty runs through me.

Fuck.

I’m not even positive that Daisy is on board with the thoughts in my head. If I alluded to them all, they’d probably scare the hell out of her.

“Six minutes.”

I glance at the doorway to the locker room, and panic sets in. Six minutes?

My thoughts are all over the place.

I’m unfocused, and I know just the thing I need.

Six minutes is plenty of time.

With my freshly taped stick, I head to the doorway.

“Where’re you going?” Rhodes asks, being the father of the team and all.

“To take care of something.” I don’t bother waiting to see his reaction.

The hall is quiet, the reporters still locked away until the end of the game. I peek into Daisy’s dressing room, searching for her, but she’s nowhere in sight.

Where is my little devil?

After a few more seconds of searching, I quickly move over to the hallway that leads to the ice. It’s long and narrow and echoes with the sounds of fans. My lip curls with anticipation when I see her standing there, all alone, in her devil’s costume.

I creep down the hall as quietly as possible. I rest my stick against the side of the wall and slide behind her. “There’s my little devil,” I whisper.

Daisy gasps as she spins toward me. Those wide eyes as blue as the sky lock onto me with a flash of excitement in them.

“What are you doing?” She peeks around me to see that we’re all alone. “The last period is about to start.”

I shrug. “We’ve got a few minutes.”

Daisy’s hip pops, and she flings those shiny waves over her shoulder. “For?”

“For me to remind you of something.” I drop my gloves at her feet and grab her. A breath rushes into the empty space as I push her gently against the wall. Her gasp is heaven to my ears.

Our eyes lock, and the words on the tip of my tongue are dangerous. “I just wanted to remind you that you’re mine.”

“Oh?” Her playful smile sends me reeling. “Am I?”

“I almost stopped mid-game to pull that guy away from you.” I don’t care if that makes me sound insane.

Daisy’s soft laugh calms me. “Your jealousy is showing.”

More like insecurity.

Panic squeezed my lungs as I sat on the bench and watched that guy practically drool over her. Fear seeped in at the thought of losing her again, which is exactly why I need to remind her that she’s mine, even if we haven’t discussed the ins and outs of whatever the hell we’re doing right now.

“That’s the difference between you and me,” I say in a low voice. My hand creeps past her hip, and I graze my knuckles against the inside of her thigh. She has on thin, sparkly, nude tights that I want to rip to shreds. “I’ll admit when I’m jealous, and you won’t.”

Daisy’s chin tips with my other hand cupping the side of her face. Her skin warms my callused palm, putting me into a daze. I zero in on her pretty mouth and watch her tongue jolt out to wet the plump bottom lip. A waterfall of heat works through me, and I pull her mouth to mine.

The world stops spinning. I’m calm and grounded when I have her like this but eager too. A sweet noise leaves her, and I swallow it whole.

“Turn,” I say, separating our mouths for a second.

Her little brows crowd, and I don’t waste any time. I spin her, the sound of the zipper blending in with my racing heart. She peers over her shoulder at me with pink cheeks and confusion.

“Kane,” she warns.

“Little devil…” I repeat. “Let me remind you of something else.”

I erase all the space between us, and Daisy’s ass rubs against my front. My hand has a mind of its own, snaking around her and dipping into her loose costume. Her head falls back to my shoulder with a shaky sigh of relief.

“Remind me that you have a lot of experience?” she asks.

I chuckle against her neck and nibble on the skin. The moment my fingers slip lower, I realize she’s not wearing panties.

You mean to tell me that she’s out there, on the ice, in this tight outfit, pantyless?

I’ll never be able to focus now.

“No.” I rub her clit, getting her—and myself—all worked up. “This is a reminder that you were made for me.” My dick is rock solid—something I’ll regret the second the buzzer sounds. “Look at you.” I blow a hot breath into her ear and watch in awe as goosebumps fly to her bare skin. “Letting me, your brother’s best friend, touch you like this in a public place with fans only a few feet above us.”

This better be the only time she’s done something so dirty in public.

Daisy’s attention rises to the bottom of the stands. No one can see us. I wouldn’t dare let anyone watch her like this.

This is for me…and me only.

“You’re so wet,” I whisper. “You like being secretive in public with me?”

I slide a finger inside her and clench my eyes shut from the heat.

My plan was to get her all worked up, just to remind her that I’m the one who makes her feel good. Not some tall, nerdy guy her brother brought with him to the game. But not letting her come is torture for me too.noveldrama

“I think I just like you.” Her breaths are sharp and fast. I fucking love it.

“Tell me that you’re mine.” I’m desperate to hear it.

With my other hand, I grip her chin and pull her to peer at me over her shoulder. Our heated gazes lock, and fuck, I want her forever.

“Is that what you want?” Daisy rolls her hips, climbing toward an orgasm. “For me to admit that I’m yours?”

“Yes.”

All I want is her.

My chest tightens with my silent admittance.

Daisy’s sweet gaze turns grave, the moment between us turning weighty.

I hear a noise behind me. Stomping skates against the padded floor get louder.

Fuck.

A thick swallow works down my throat, and I hastily pull my hand away and spin her toward me. Panic rushes through my fingers, and the only reason I stop is because I refuse to let my teammates see her half-naked.

Daisy is mine and mine alone.

I’m not sharing.

“Reality calls.” I pull her zipper up, and she pouts, sticking that bottom lip out.

I run my thumb over it. “I want you naked and waiting for me after the game.”

“Oh, Barlow…” Malaki sings my name. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Daisy’s mouth curves with a cute smile.

“Devil girl too,” he adds.

A pink blush spreads across her cheeks, and I can’t help but lean forward to kiss her.

It’s a quick one, just enough to make me briefly hate the game of hockey for stealing me away from her.

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about our deal.” I take a step back and grab my gloves off the ground.

Daisy rolls her eyes. “I know, I know. You scored two goals.”

Leaving her standing there with a flushed face and wetness between her legs, I know I’m going to score again later on tonight too.