Page 70 of Rush the Edge

Our eyes snag, and I lose my footing.

You fucked up.

My jaw clenches, and all I taste is her.

I don’t know how I got here, on my knees, with River’s sister completely naked and spread wide open with a hazy look in her gaze, but fuck, here I am.

What did I just do?

After grabbing her panties off the floor, I hold them out with my pinky finger. I casually run my gaze down her naked body in hopes it’ll last me a lifetime.

“You’re naked.” I try to keep my tone even to hide how undone I am on the inside. “Which means I’ve won. So it’s time for you to tell me what’s going on.”

Twenty-Five

DAISY

My entire body flushes.Embarrassment hits me so quickly I lose my breath.

“I won. Fair and square,” he adds.

How could I be so stupid? So naive?

Forget the panties. He can keep them as his trophy.

I hastily swipe my leggings from the floor and quickly shimmy them back up my legs. Leaving my skates untied, I slip my feet into them and take off toward the ice. I head to my bra, and what do you know? My dignity is laying right beside it, mocking me.

My fingers fumble with the clasp, so I decide to leave it. After I’ve got my tank top and shirt straightened against my torso, I send a scathing glare to Kane. I skate over to the opening of the rink and rip my bag off the floor before flinging it over my shoulder.

He stands with my panties still in his hand and a haughty grin on his face. The shadows played tricks on my mind. They let me hide from the realization of who was actually between my legs.

Turns out, it’s my brother’s best friend, who is an even bigger dick than I thought.

What happened to the old Kane? The one who busted Collin Hennings’s nose after he learned that he broke my heart? Or the guy who took the blame for shattering the kitchen window with a puck so I wouldn’t be the one to get in trouble? Where didhego?

“All this just to win?” I cross my arms over my braless chest. “Wow.”

Kane shrugs. “You pushed me to make a point, and I did.”

My eyebrows rise. “And what point was that?”

I should take the look on his face as a warning. He shoves my panties into the pocket of his hoodie, and his annoyingly talented tongue slips out to lick his bottom lip. “That I can get you naked anytime I want. You play dirty, and I’ll play even dirtier.”

Kane stalks forward too quickly for me to get out of his way. He grips my chin and tilts my face to meet his. “Now it’s your turn to keep up your side of the bargain. Tell me what’s wrong with you.”

I laugh sarcastically in his face and shove his hand away. He lets me back away but not without shooting me a warning glare.

“Why do you even care?” I ask.

Kane pops the hood of his sweatshirt onto his head. “If you’re going to be passing out in my arms, I think I deserve to know why.”

“Don’t worry,” I snap. “That won’t happen again.”

Kane becomes impatient. His hood falls backward as he runs his hand through his messy hair angrily. “Fine, have it your way. I’ll just have to keep an eye on you, I guess. You got plans tonight? Because I do, and if I can’t trust that you won’t fucking pass out mid-elevator ride up to your apartment, then you’re coming with.”

“For fuck’s sake,” I blurt.

Kane eyes me angrily.

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