Page 124 of Rush the Edge

“Malaki! Save your energy for the fucking game!”

Malaki salutes the coach.

He replies with a curse under his breath.

“He’s right,” I say. “We win tonight, and we will secure our spot in the playoffs. Get your shit straight.”

Malaki laughs. “You getyourshit straight.”

I steal the puck and send it flying down the rink into the goal. “Looks like I’m just fine.”

“There she is. Our favorite mascot.”

I spin so quickly I almost slip.

Malaki bursts out laughing while Rhodes, who rarely smiles, chuckles.

“Yeah, you’re fine, alright,” he jokes.

“Fuck off,” I snarl.

Daisy is paying me no mind, which completely messes with my head. We didn’t say much after the dressing room incident because Reese and Malaki were both standing outside the door, waiting for us with amused looks, like they heard every last moan fall from her mouth.

He and I stayed back for some last-minute drills before the game while Reese took Daisy home, which means we haven’t seen each other since I was dick deep inside of her, coaxing her to show me what her pussy could do.

Just the mere thought sends my dick erect.

I squeeze my jaw and adjust my cup before making my way over to her.

After she throws some merch over the glass to a few fans, I skate behind her.

“Was that athank-you-for-the-orgasmsmoothie waiting for me before the game?” I ask in a low tone.

I catch her sweet grin in the reflection of the glass. She skates off without answering me, as if I won’t actually follow her on the ice.

“Quit following me, and go warm up,” she chides.

“I warmed up earlier”—I lower my voice—“with you.”

I zero in on her white teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.

“Careful,” I warn.

Where can we go so no one will see us?

“Careful?” She peeks at me out of the corner of her eye.

“If you keep biting that lip, I’m going to have to remind you who it belongs to.”

A thrill shoots down my thighs as a blush spreads over her cheeks.

“You’re crazy.” She tries to hide her smile.

“Crazy enough to fuck my best friend’s sister and not feel even a sliver of guilt afterward.”

Daisy’s skates come to a halt, almost sending her flying onto the ice.

My gloved hand wraps around the front of her waist, and I haul her back up. She presses her back against my front, and I hum.

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