Page 94 of Rush the Edge

Sharp breaths filter through the phone, and Kane’s chest is heaving. “And?”

I swallow. “I like the idea of you helping me too.”

Kane clenches his eyes closed, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip. Either he’s really good at messing with me, or he’s truly just as turned on as I am.

“Thermometer.” He forces the word through tight teeth. “The batteries are in your thermometer.”

I exhale without even realizing I was holding my breath.

His eyes quickly open, the blue a stormy color filled with lust. Unable to handle the hold he has on me, I hang up in search of my thermometer.

When I get back to my bed with two batteries in the palm of my hand, I see his text.

Kane

I hope you’re thinking about me, Daisy. Because I’m most definitely thinking about you.

* * *

The stands are full tonight.

Rival games always bring in a lot of energy. The crowd's enthusiasm is contagious, and for the first time in weeks, I’m less exhausted and more lively.

Though, I’m not sure if it's the fanbase that is giving me a sudden zest for the game or if it’s a certain player that I can’t help but follow on the ice.

I trap my lip in between my teeth as I think about the dirty images I fed myself while touching myself. If he asks, I’m totally denying that it ever happened.

My cheeks burn.

He needs to get out of my head.

“Go ahead, devil girl,” someone says from behind.

I turn before stepping onto the ice. It’s Wes, dressed in his white-and-black-striped shirt with a lopsided grin.

“I see you’ve improvised.” He checks me out from head to toe, eyeing me a little too closely in my new-and-improved Blue Devils mascot costume.

I look down at the sparkly blue material and smile. “No more pesky zippers.”

“Darn.” He steps closer to me. “I was hoping you needed help shedding it like the last costume.”

“Wes.” An older referee gives him a disapproving look before flicking his chin to the ice.

Wes winks at me before skating toward the other men dressed in black and white.

There’s no time to rehash the conversation in my head, because as soon as my skate touches the slick floor, ice shavings rise like the tide, and two stormy blue eyes are staring at me beneath a Blue Devils helmet.

“What was that all about?” There’s a bite to Kane’s tone that drives me wild.

A girly laugh leaves me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I attempt to skate past him with my foam tridents in tow, but he falls right in line with me.

His chuckle sends goosebumps to my skin. “You should feel violated by the way he was looking at you when your back was turned.”

Like an addiction, I crave to keep the conversation going.

“No more than how I felt after you stripped me bareme on this very ice, just to win a game.” I catch a glimpse of his expression and wish I hadn’t.

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