Page 33 of Rush the Edge

“You’re not superstitious anymore?” she asks.

I toss my water bottle onto the couch. “Oh no, I still am. Fucking someone the night before a game was no longer bringing me good luck, though.”

Her lips part. “Oh.”

I watch in silence as she glances around my apartment space. My place is much bigger than hers, having double the number of rooms.

“So what were you doing, then? Because it sounded like you were…” Daisy’s sentence trails, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a pinkish tint to her cheeks.

“Sounded like I was what?” I poke.

Our eyes catch, and I watch the words come out of her mouth with ease.

“It sounded like you were fucking someone.”

My teeth clench. I’m not sure why that was hot coming from her mouth, but it was.

I tilt my head. “And you thought to come up here and interrupt me…”—I pause to let my words sink in—“mid-fuck?”

Daisy opens her mouth, clearly appalled, but I keep going because it’s simply too much fun watching the thoughts play out over her features.

“What were you going to do? Ask me to stop fucking some woman? Tell her about that mythical STD cream that was delivered to your house by accident?”

Daisy’s eyelashes flutter as she tries to come up with something, but I press a little more, simply because I won’t be satisfied until I see her cheeks ripen with color.

“Were you hoping to get a glimpse? Or were you hoping to join?”

There.

Her eyes turn a shade darker, and those pretty cheeks stain with a blush. I can’t tell if she’s angry, embarrassed, or turned-on.

She’s out of her mind if she thinks I’d let her join.

I wouldn’t share her, even if it was with another woman.

Fuck, what?

“You are so irritating,” she seethes.

I grin. “So are you.”

Her eye roll makes me wild.

When she tries to stomp out of my apartment, bare feet and all, I panic. I quickly follow her and foolishly latch onto her wrist.

She widens her eyes with shock, but I’m committed now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask.

She peers up at me like some innocent little doe. Though, I know she isn’t as innocent as she used to be.

“Back to my own apartment...” She lets her words trail. “Keep the music down this time.”

I force out a laugh while I tighten my grip on her wrist. “You’re here…the night before a game. You know what that means.”

She gives me a dirty look that completely eggs me on. “I am not letting you fuck me, Kane.”

I’m quick on my feet. “I don’t want to fuck you.” I tug her closer and catch her gasp on my chest. “But you’d let me if I wanted to.”

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