Page 123 of Rush the Edge

I inhale, searching for air. “Take what back?”

“You said you were far from perfect.” He narrows his gaze. “Take it back, Daisy.”

Kane starts to pull out of me, and I panic. “Fine!” I quickly say. “I take it back.”

His face smooths, and a cocky grin replaces his grimace. “Good girl. Now take that perfect pussy of yours and show me how much it wants me.”

Heat strokes my insides, and my eyelashes flutter with pleasure. Kane quickly flips us over, and suddenly, I’m on top of him. He hits a new angle, and it steals the breath from my lungs. His knuckle presses against my clit, and pleasure flows to my toes. I moan. My hips grind against him on their own as an orgasm rips through me suddenly.

“Fuck, Daisy.” Kane’s voice is strained, though I can barely hear it.

“It’s…so...” I move again, and suddenly, another orgasm surprises me. My legs quiver around Kane, refusing to let him up.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” His husky voice and wandering hands send me over the edge. “I've got you.”

I do as I’m told. I throw my head back, and Kane’s fingers dig into my thighs. Suddenly, I’m lifted up and hovering over him as he comes. My lips part as I watch his hand glide back and forth over his hard length. The veins in his hand strain with the movement, and a groan tears from his mouth.

Jesus Christ.My lips part from the sight.

As soon as he’s done, our eyes catch.

The dark-blue color lights up, and I’m back to staring at the boy who stole my heart years ago.

Forty-Two

KANE

Malaki skatesbehind me and hums under his breath. “Someone is awfully chipper this evening.”

I don’t even bother looking over my shoulder.

I know he’s sporting a shit-eating grin.

“Must’ve been those delicious smoothies left on our counter for us.”

I turn to glare at him but fail. Turns out, I amchipper.“You’re not getting one next time.”

He snorts. “Are you seriously that possessive over Daisy that you don’t even want me to have the smoothie she made?”

Maybe.

Another pair of skates comes into my peripheral. “You know it’s okay to share, Kane. Sharing is caring.”

I bare my teeth at Lars, my grip on my stick tightening with force. From the tone of his voice, I know what he’s implying, and he should know that I am not against knocking the teeth out of one of my own teammates’ mouth.

Emory skates in between us. “Will you fucking relax, animal?”

“Relax?” I growl under my breath. “Do you know what he’s referring to?”

Emory chuckles, and I want to tear his goalie’s mask off. “Of course I do. But you deserve it. How many times have you messed with me about fucking my fake wife? Or Rhodes and his nanny?”

A few of the other guys chirp while skating their rounds, pleading their cases that I deserve every joke coming my way. Most of them don’t even know about Daisy and me, but they’re still coming together to poke fun.

I do my best to ignore their jabs, focusing more on the opening in the rink rather than my rising temper.

Malaki skates over again, tossing the puck back and forth. “Seriously, though, that smoothie has given me some serious energy.” I watch as he rushes down the ice and back. “See.”

“You’re like a child.”

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