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

I’m out of breath by the time I make it to the other end of the arena, and that’s saying something, considering I’m in perfect shape.

The Zamboni machine whirs in the background, mixing with the sound of my thrumming pulse.

Daisy has nestled herself deep inside my head, making me chase her all over this damn arena just for a taste. She’s the only girl I’d be willing to do this for, and if that doesn’t mean something to her, then I don’t know what does.

I pull on the door handle eagerly and spot her immediately. “Found you.”

I flick the lights off so whoever is on the Zamboni won’t see us. She knows how wildly possessive I am of her by now, so it should come as no surprise to her when I make that very fucking clear in a few seconds.

“Now it’s time for me to make a point.” I’m driven by jealousy, but I admire her cheeky ways. She keeps up with me, and that’s something no one has ever been able to do before.

The door shuts behind me, and I flick the lock.

My dick pulses with the idea of having her all to myself behind a locked door.

“What point is that?” Daisy’s sweet whisper has a hint of excitement to it.

I swallow roughly as I stride over to her. Those glossy waves slip backward as she tilts her face to look me in the eye. It takes everything in me not to stare at her bare body.

“That even though you drive me crazy, I can drive you crazier.”

There’s no time to waste.

My hands clasp her curves to haul her against me. Her smooth legs wrap around my waist, and I sit in one of the seats. I glance at her sexy bedroom eyes and almost forget what I’m doing, but with the Zamboni getting closer to this side of the rink, I’m reminded pretty quickly that she was playing with fire just seconds ago.

“The thought of someone seeing you naked makes me lose my fucking mind.”

A tiny smile curves on her mouth. Oh, she likes it when I’m jealous?

“Do you like knowing that I want you all to myself?” I ask, running my nose against her delicate jaw.

She nods slowly, breaths rushed and fast. I become unhinged at the sight of her breasts rising and falling with every breath.

My mouth lands on her nipple, and desire pulls on my insides like a puppet. I swirl my tongue around, obsessing over the sounds leaving her. Daisy moves her hips, begging to feel my cock against her slick center, but I tap on the brakes.

“Not yet, little devil,” I rasp, needing to drag this out.

I grip the insides of her thighs, my fingers biting into the soft flesh to keep her still.

She huffs with a pout, and I smirk with her nipple in between my teeth.

I let go and sit back farther onto the seat. I stare up at her furrowed brow. “You drive me crazy. I drive you even crazier. That’s the way it goes,” I say, smirking.

Her lips open with a soft gasp. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten that you owe me an explanation for earlier. We had a deal, and I scored.” My fingers run up and down the inside of her thigh. “Twice.”

Daisy shivers, and I glance down to see how wet she is.

Blood rushes to my dick. Fuck.

“Needy little thing.” I dig my hands into her hair and bring her face to mine. I glide my tongue past her lips, and she moans against my mouth. The kiss itself is hot, let alone the sexy mewing she’s doing.

Driving her crazy drives me crazy.

“Are you all hot and bothered, Daisy?” I ask, our breaths mingling.

“Mm-hmm,” she whines.

“I don’t think I’ve made my point yet, though…” The whirring from the Zamboni grows louder.

“What?” Her breasts bounce as she sits back, rubbing that wet clit against my raging cock.

I smirk. “On your knees, Daisy.”

Her parted lips zip shut. Those pretty blue eyes brew a fire that land against my skin like burning embers. I tilt my head, wondering if she’ll continue with her bravery, and sure enough, she does.

My legs flex when she slips in between them and lands on her knees. Her small hands fall to my thighs, my hips jerking from the subtle touch.

The part of me that cares deeply for Daisy wants to pull her up by those arms and take care of her body like she’s some delicate angel I have to be gentle with. But the other part of me is wild with desire, and I crave to do all sorts of dirty things to her.

Instead of waiting for her to pull my dick free, I lift up and shove my pants down. Surprise carves into her features, and I grow harder. She licks her bottom lip, and her gaze glazes over as I move my hand to squeeze my cock.

I’ve never been so desperate for a woman.

“So brave,” I groan, watching her follow my hand up and down.

Those blue eyes flick to mine, and there’s a tug on my balls.

“I’m not seventeen anymore,” she whispers, moving her hand over me.

My head falls back from her soft touch on the tip of my dick. I move my hands and let her take over. She rubs up and down a few times before I feel the brush of her hair skim my legs like a feather.

I peer at her on her knees and drown in desire.

Her lips wrap around my cock, and my hand instinctively flies to the back of her head.

Warm.

Silky smooth.

Tight.

Fucking perfect.

The strands of her hair get tangled within my fingers as she moves her head up and down. She takes me so well, pushing me into her throat and never once wincing.

“Fuck, Daisy.”

She smiles with me in her mouth. I tip my head backward so I can’t watch her and try to control myself.

A few more thrusts of my hips, and I’m pulling her up by her shoulders. “Sit.”

The Zamboni must be right up against this side of the rink, because it’s so loud I can’t hear the hissing coming from between my teeth when she slides down onto my cock.

I squeeze her torso with my palms. “Fuck,” I groan. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Daisy moves her body like a stripper, so fluidly and precise. Every time I hit the end of her pussy, my balls tighten. She makes a noise I find myself suddenly consumed with.

Her breasts are right there for the taking, bouncing up and down in my face. I suck a bud into my mouth and move one of my hands to her clit. My thumb circles it over and over again, and her eyelashes flutter closed.

“Come for me,” I beg.

I sit up a little taller and make her kiss me.

Our tongues move over one another as quickly as our bodies.

It’s so easy to become obsessed with her. Having her like this is a sin and heaven all in one. I’m entranced by her, her body reacting to my touch right away.

“Ah,” she moans against my mouth, stopping our kiss. She’s right on the edge of her climax, tightening around my cock. Grabbing her by the throat, I kiss her through the pleasure and she comes so hard over my dick that I can’t stop myself from coming too.

“Fuck,” I groan, holding still.

I feel her everywhere.

In my head, my blood, my fucking bones. This girl carved a place for herself in my heart long ago, and she just nestled herself right back in.noveldrama

Our breathing finally begins to slow, sweat drying against our flushed skin. With my cock still inside of her, I lean back and stare up into her eyes.

Her teeth make worry marks on her lip, indenting the swollen soft flesh.

“I’m obsessed with you,” I admit, not caring if it scares her.

I’m so obsessed with her that I don’t even care that I just came inside of her.

I’ve never come inside anyone.

I’ve never even entertained the idea. I had a condom nearby, but the thought didn’t even cross my mind because it’s Daisy.

I keep waiting for the guilt to show up, but it is nonexistent. River’s sister or not.

“I came inside of you.”

I wait for shock to cover her features. I expect her to get angry at herself for not realizing and at me for doing the act in the first place. But the longer I stare up at her, the more confused I become.

Her soft hands fall to my shoulders.

Is this when she breaks my heart again? Because this feels too much like the morning I left for the juniors.

She glances away, her face paling. “It may be hard for me to have kids…because of my Lupus and past medications. So, I’m sure it’s fine.”

I blink once, then twice, and then a third time. Daisy keeps her attention away from me, staring off to the side in a daze.

Being tender and sweet isn’t my thing, but my subconscious seems to know exactly what to do when it comes to her. I reach my hand out and grip her chin to turn her back toward me. Those wild blue eyes are tamed with something sad, and it cuts me down to the bone.

“I don’t like it when you look sad,”

She shrugs and tries to climb off me. I keep her pinned, my dick still inside of her.

“Do you want kids one day, little devil?” I ask, brushing a hair out of her face.

If she wants a child, I’ll give her one. The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t, which is even crazier.

She attempts to climb from me again, and this time, I let her go. I watch her jerky movements as she shimmies back into her outfit in a rush.

That’s enough of that.

I quickly pull my pants up and stride over to her. I grip her wrists and make her stop. In her frazzled state, she freezes and glances up at me with glassy eyes and wild hair.

“Stop,” I demand.

She blows a breath out, moving another strand of hair from her face.

I give her wrists a quick squeeze. “Talk to me.”

She turns away to hide, but I refuse to let her. “Let me be here for you.”

Who am I?

My heart moves inside my chest. It’s reaching for something, and I think it’s her.

“If you want children, I’ll give you children.” I rub soft circles on the inside of her wrist. “If you still want that little plant shop you’ve always dreamed of owning, I’ll build it for you.” It was what she wanted years ago. I’ve never forgotten.

Daisy swallows, and I watch her sorrow fade.

My lip lifts on one side. “I’ll even compost…you know, for your soil.”

Her attention flies to mine, and her mouth works into a crescent.

“There’s my Daisy-Petal.” I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose. I pull her into my chest, wrap my arms around her, and exhale when she rests her head against my beating heart. I wonder if she can hear how fast it’s racing toward hers.

She pulls back, and we lock gazes.

Just when I think she’s about to say something crazy, like “who cares if you’re River’s best friend” or “who cares if we hated each other a week ago,” she looks me dead in the eye and sends me her best flirty smile. “Will you really start composting?”

I snort. “Not a chance.”

But I think we both know I’m lying right through my teeth, just like I was when I said I hated her.