Page 25 of Rush the Edge

As soon as the hallway comes into view, I escape the heated space and run to my apartment. I’m still fumbling with my key when the elevator shuts again. I turn and stare with my back pressed against my apartment door.

I slowly slide to my butt and shake my head at the heat he’s left behind.

Even when he’s insulting me and I know I should put space between us, I don’t. Instead, I find myself craving his attention, just like I did when we were kids.

Ten

KANE

My kissing isaggressive on a normal day, but with the way Daisy has been running laps inside my head, it’s war-like at the moment.

The woman with hips for days moans into my mouth, and I quickly pull away and drag her toward the doors to the apartment complex.

It isn’t often that I bring a woman back to the apartment now that Malaki lives with me, but there’s a certain appeal to it, knowing that Daisy is one floor below us. It’s sort of a littlefuck youto her, even if she’s unaware of my doings in my own space.

“How many notches are you up to on your bedpost?”

Her voice in my head replays over and over again. I picture her sweet face again, in search of the tiniest hint that the idea of me fucking some other woman irritated her like it did when River mentioned her and some loser frat boy from college, but she was stone cold.

I did exactly as she expected as soon as we parted ways.

She wanted to paint me out to be some hungry guy only interested in meaningless sex, then that was exactly what I’d be. Maybe if I was the typical jock she said I’d be, then I’d get it through my head that I never deserved her to begin with.

“Wow,” the redhead giggles as I pull her over the glossy floors toward the elevator. She isn’t as hot as I thought she was at the club, or maybe I just think that because Daisy is still fucking with my head. “This place issonice.”

She giggles again.

It’s fucking annoying.

I lean forward to press the button to my floor but accidentally press the floor below me. Daisy’s floor.

Goddamn it.

Get out of my fucking head, Daisy.

I growl quietly and press the right button. My sloppy date thinks I’m making noises for her.

“You don’t have to wait,” she whispers seductively. “You can touch me now.” She presses the emergency stop button that puts me right back to thinking of Daisy.

The redhead…Amy? Amanda?...jumps into my arms. I catch her with ease, though I sort of want to drop her. She starts grinding herself against my dick, and I let her, hopeful it’ll harden me up. I press the emergency stop button again to resume the ride up to my apartment so we can move this to the couch.

Not my bed.

Never my bed.

With the woman’s back against the far wall of the elevator, I plunge my tongue down her throat to show her who’s in control. Or maybe it’s to rid Daisy from my thoughts. Her head flings backward, and she makes way for me to suck on her neck.

I nibble on her skin until the elevator door opens. I dig into my pocket for my key but stop as soon as I hear a subtle gasp. I break away with the taste of salt on my tongue and peer over my shoulder.

Ah, fuck.

I quickly realize that the elevator opened up on Daisy’s floor because I’d subconsciously hit her floor instead of mine. It takes one whimper from the woman in my grasp for Daisy to smooth her features. At first, she was shocked, but now she just seems bored.

Which irritates me.

I smirk while pressing my hips into the warmth coming from in between the set of legs wrapped around my waist. I catch the slight narrowing of Daisy’s eyes, but that’s when I notice the bags underneath them.

Was she asleep?

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