Page 129 of Rush the Edge

“Little devil…” I repeat. “Let me remind you of something else.”

I erase all the space between us, and Daisy’s ass rubs against my front. My hand has a mind of its own, snaking around her and dipping into her loose costume. Her head falls back to my shoulder with a shaky sigh of relief.

“Remind me that you have a lot of experience?” she asks.

I chuckle against her neck and nibble on the skin. The moment my fingers slip lower, I realize she’s not wearing panties.

You mean to tell me that she’s out there, on the ice, in this tight outfit, pantyless?

I’ll never be able to focus now.

“No.” I rub her clit, getting her—and myself—all worked up. “This is a reminder that you were made for me.” My dick is rock solid—something I’ll regret the second the buzzer sounds. “Look at you.” I blow a hot breath into her ear and watch in awe as goosebumps fly to her bare skin. “Letting me, your brother’s best friend, touch you like this in a public place with fans only a few feet above us.”

This better be the only time she’s done something so dirty in public.

Daisy’s attention rises to the bottom of the stands. No one can see us. I wouldn’t dare let anyone watch her like this.

This is for me…and me only.

“You’re so wet,” I whisper. “You like being secretive in public with me?”

I slide a finger inside her and clench my eyes shut from the heat.

My plan was to get her all worked up, just to remind her thatI’mthe one who makes her feel good. Not some tall, nerdy guy her brother brought with him to the game. But not letting her come is torture for me too.

“I think I just like you.” Her breaths are sharp and fast. I fucking love it.

“Tell me that you’re mine.” I’m desperate to hear it.

With my other hand, I grip her chin and pull her to peer at me over her shoulder. Our heated gazes lock, andfuck, I want her forever.

“Is that what you want?” Daisy rolls her hips, climbing toward an orgasm. “For me to admit that I’m yours?”

“Yes.”

All I want is her.

My chest tightens with my silent admittance.

Daisy’s sweet gaze turns grave, the moment between us turning weighty.

I hear a noise behind me. Stomping skates against the padded floor get louder.

Fuck.

A thick swallow works down my throat, and I hastily pull my hand away and spin her toward me. Panic rushes through my fingers, and the only reason I stop is because I refuse to let my teammates see her half-naked.

Daisy is mine and mine alone.

I’m not sharing.

“Reality calls.” I pull her zipper up, and she pouts, sticking that bottom lip out.

I run my thumb over it. “I want you naked and waiting for me after the game.”

“Oh, Barlow...” Malaki sings my name. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”

Daisy’s mouth curves with a cute smile.

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