Page 108 of Rush the Edge

Talk about a cockblock, and I can’t decide if I’m referring to her or if I’m referring to him.

“Where are we going?” River asks. “I'm starving.”

“Starving?” I chuckle. “What about thirsty?”

The only way I’m getting through this night is with booze. I won’t overdo it, not with Daisy in proximity with that stupid dress hardly covering her ass, but one or two will at least knock the edge off.

“That too,” River adds.

“A club downtown.” I nod to the left, and they follow closely behind. “It’s exclusive.”

Daisy’s annoyance skims my skin, and I grin.

“It better not be a strip club,” she grumbles.

River laughs. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Daisy makes a gagging noise, and the filthiest thought enters my head.

I glance over my shoulder at her mouth.

Is that what she’d sound like gagging on my cock?

She glares at me, and I turn away with a tight jaw.This is going to be a long fucking night.

When we get to the club, music vibrates the soles of my shoes. I flick my chin to the bouncer, a long-time Blue Devils fan who lets us cut the line—something I don’t feel bad about. The sooner we get in, the sooner we get out.

Every male on the other side of the red rope gives Daisy a once-over. My fist flexes by my side.

River leans in. “Get used to it.” He chuckles dryly. “It’s been like this for years.”

It has?

It wasn’t like this in high school.

Daisy was always preoccupied with other things—likeme.

Her nose was either buried in a book, or she was out in the backyard, picking dead leaves off her plants and gathering pretty flowers for her mom. She’s always been beautiful, but she wasn’t like the other girls our age who stripped their sweaters off the moment their parents looked the other way. When teenage boys see a little skin, they’re hooked. Daisy went unnoticed, except by me.

Now, though, everyone notices her.

I don’t like it.

With Daisy taking in the vibrant colors of the club, I glance at River. “How many punches have you thrown because of guys looking at her like they’re doing right now?”

He laughs and raises his voice so I can hear him over the music. “Only a few.”

My eyebrows raise.

His heavy arm wraps around my shoulder as the other one goes around Daisy’s. He pulls us through the crowd with a grin. “I don’t have a temper like you,” he adds. “That’s why I wasn’t surprised when I came across an article about you and how you’re one of the biggest hotheads in the league right now.”

I clench my jaw.

So what?

I’m a little angry at times.

Half the time, it isn’t even because of the game, but when you’re already on edge over something else, it doesn’t take much to fall over it.

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