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

The last period took years to end, and I have no one but myself to thank for that. I’ve always had a hard time resisting Kane, and now that we’re adults, you’d think we’d be able to deny the impulses and ignore the hot tension.

But no, it’s the complete opposite.

As soon as the game ends and I do my final rounds on the ice, I’m zipping back toward my dressing room to impatiently wait.

I want you naked and waiting for me after the game.

Anticipation flew to my toes with his parting words.

As I kick my skates off, the energy is still buzzing against my skin.

River’s text goes unopened on my phone, asking me to come out with him after the game. I can’t very well text him back and say, sorry I have plans. Because those plans involve his best friend touching every single inch of me—again.

I don’t know what Kane and I are doing or what the plan is after it’s all said and done, but right now, I really just don’t care.

This is my one indulgence.

Every other part of my life is micromanaged. It’s detrimental to my health if I veer from the straight and narrow, or step a toe out of line and forget to take a vitamin, or god forbid, I catch a cold.

Kane is my wild, my chaos. My dirty little secret.

My phone vibrates again, and I glance at it, figuring it’s River.

But instead, it’s Kane.

Heat sweeps over the back of my neck.

Kane

Are you waiting for me, little devil?

I nibble on my lip to hide my smile. Of course I’m waiting for him, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t torment him a little bit. After all, he left me wet and needy for the entire third period, so he sort of deserves it.

Me

I am. But you have to find me.

Kane

I should have known. You always did like the chase.

He’s right.

I lived for his lingering looks back in high school. The way his eyes would follow me around at a party if my brother dared let me go with them. Or how he’d always be the first to show up if I needed a ride, searching every room and sending scathing glares to guys until he found me. I loved when he’d find me in the stands at his hockey games too.

No matter where I sat, he’d find me.

Kane

Ready or not, here I come.

A high-pitched squeal squeezes from my mouth. I head for the door, thankful the hallway is empty.

Jitters bounce to the bottom of my feet, pushing me to reach the stairs in record time.

The Blue Devils arena is gigantic, and there are plenty of places to hide in.

There are multiple conference rooms, the equipment closet, the visitor team’s locker room, the Blue Devils’ locker room, and the penalty box.

A lightbulb goes off. I bite my lip and head for the stands opposite of the bench. The fans are long gone, not a single person lingering in their seats any longer. I push on the door of one of the box seats and let it close softly behind me. Glass surrounds me, cutting me off from any noise other than my own racing heart.

The anticipation is something I’ve never felt before.

I’m not a Goody Two-shoes like I was when I was in high school. I’ve had plenty of hookups and no-strings-attached flings, but this is something more. Nerves fill my belly, and my heart races. A flirty smile overtakes my face, and the fact that I’m doing this with Kane makes the entire situation that more insane.

Kane

I’m becoming impatient.

I smile.

Me

Here’s a hint: I have the perfect view of the rink.

My phone vibrates, and I’m so excited it almost slips to the floor. I scrunch my nose when I see that it’s a text from a random number, asking me if I’m coming to hang out.Then another text that says, It’s Ted. Your brother gave me your number.

I have the sudden notion to send my brother a message that says, Sorry I’m busy, getting fucked by Kane just to get back at him for handing out my number like candy,but I quickly toss my phone and stride over to the glass.

The lights over the ice are low, only a few remaining on. Kane will have the perfect view of me all alone in the box seat with the light illuminating me beyond everything else.

I slowly begin to unzip my costume, pulling it away from my shoulders. I zero in my attention on the Blue Devils’ bench, waiting for Kane to show up.

He’s a smart man, so I wouldn’t put it past him to know exactly where to look.

After a few more seconds of waiting and an increasingly alarming number of butterflies in my belly, I spot him.

My heart flips.

A small smile slips onto my lips as he strides casually down the long hallway toward the bench with his hands in his pockets. He has shed his hockey uniform and slipped back into something more casual. I shouldn’t be surprised that he appears even hotter in his sweats and beanie, but I am.

Kane Barlow was all the rave in high school. His cocky smirk and dark-blue eyes had every girl labeling him as the bad boy. Now that he’s all grown up, he’s more like a sin. One that I’d gladly be punished for.

The closer he gets to the bench, the more I ache.noveldrama

I’m nervous, eager, turned on, and on the very tip of my toes.

It takes him a few scans of the area before he lifts his gaze.

Once he sees me, his lip curves. I manage to keep my smile at bay when he slips his hands into the pockets of his pants, like he’s waiting for me to come to him instead of the other way around.

I crook my eyebrow.

As if.

Slowly, with my heart pounding violently inside my ears, I pull my costume the rest of the way off.

It falls in a heap at my feet.

I stare at Kane, and he stares right back.

The playfulness is still there on his features when his eyes drop.

My hair hides my chest perfectly, concealing my pebbled nipples, only showing off the bottom curve of my breasts.

I watch Kane’s eyebrow hitch as he takes me in.

He digs into the pocket of his pants and pulls out his phone.

I glance at mine and see his name lighting up on the screen.

“You found me,” I say as soon as I put it on speaker.

“Wasn’t hard.” He chuckles. “I can smell your arousal from here.”

I snap my attention to him through the glass. An entire rink separates us, yet he can still irritate me with a few words.

At this point, I think bickering is how we flirt.

I pretend to squint. “If I look close enough, I think I can see your hard-on.” I pause for a second. “Oh, actually. I think that’s just a shadow. You are on the smaller side compared to the guys I’ve been with before.”

His growl echoes around the empty box seat.

A laugh bursts from my mouth, and he sighs with annoyance.

“You love fucking with me, don’t you?” His voice is low, and it hits all the right spots.

I bite my lip and lean closer to the glass. His eyes light up across the ice.

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” I admit. “I can’t let you have the upper hand.”

His chuckle is raspy. “It’s funny that you think I have the upper hand when it comes to you, Daisy.”

He stands in the same spot with his phone up to his ear, his eyes never leaving the box.

“I like the idea of having control when it comes to the unattainable Kane Barlow,” I admit.

Have there been any other girls who have been able to bring Kane to his knees?

If only he knew that it was me who was wrapped around his finger and not the other way around. I mean, look at the situation I’m in—standing in a public place, completely naked, just to prove a point to him.

Never mind the fact that this is Kane.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” he says.

A spark rushes to the tips of my toes with a challenge.

“I know that look,” his rugged voice interrupts my thoughts. “You’re gonna try to prove a point.”

He knows me too well.

His eyes follow me as I slowly push one side of my hair behind my shoulder to show off my breast. I smile to myself when his breathing becomes labored.

“Daisy, Daisy, Daisy,” he rasps.

I giggle and catch his eye, but just as quickly as we lock gazes, his head snaps toward the other end of the rink.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

I scan the ice. The Zamboni comes into view with a man behind the wheel. My stomach drops.

Rationally, I know I should take a step back so I’m out of sight, turn the light off, and quickly get dressed.

But the very second Kane’s attention flings to mine while I stand naked in front of the glass, I smile like the little devil he keeps referring to me as.

“Daisy,” he warns.

“Better hurry, Kane. Or someone other than you is going to get a nice view tonight.”

Kane has officially made me lose my mind.

But if losing my mind means feeling like this, I’m perfectly content being thrown in a padded room.