Page 96 of Rush the Edge

Wes’s glare makes my mouth twitch. I lean in close before letting go of him. “Stay away from her.”

It must give him some confidence without my grip on his shirt, because he scowls. “Or what?” he asks.

I shrug just enough for him to notice. “Targeting on the ice goes both ways, Wes. That was just a glimpse of what I can do.”

He turns and glances off to the side with his jaw grinding with hidden anger. I follow his line of sight, and Daisy is standing off to the side with a silent warning on her face I’ve seen too many times before.

Unfortunately for her, I feed off it like a predator.

I skate toward the bench and grab some water, keeping my attention on her.

She crosses her arms against her blue sparkly outfit, and I wink at her.

Her glare isn’t the least bit intimidating. In fact, it’s sort of…cute.

Addiction comes in all forms, and mine is her.

I slowly skate past her to get into position for the last minute of the period.

“Was that really necessary?” she seethes.

I shield myself from the cameras, in case they see me talking to her when I’m supposed to be focused on the game of hockey instead of my game with her. “If you want to play games, you’ve gotta be prepared to lose, baby.”

Those perfect lips purse with annoyance, and I chuckle on my way toward my position.

It doesn’t take much longer for us to sweep the Bolts. They pull their goalie in to add another player onto the ice, but with a quick steal, I send it flying into the net from center ice, and the buzzer sounds twenty seconds later.

I’m pulled to the side for Daisy to do her player-of-the-game announcement. Standing beside Emory and Malaki, I watch her take the ice with a microphone in hand.

I hate that outfit.

With her quick skating, the thin material hardly covers her from behind as it flies up to reveal her perfect curves. A hot pull in my groin gets my attention, but it disappears the second I hear catcalling from the side.

A group of horny college guys are staring at Daisy, as if they actually have a chance with her.

With jealousy swimming inside my veins, I take my stick and bang it on the glass. Their attention swings to me. At first, they’re shell-shocked, in complete awe. But then, they get a glimpse of my glare, and their unhinged jaws snap shut.

I nod to Daisy on the ice, who just announced Malaki, and then back to them. I shake my head.Don’t even think about it.

She’s mine to play with, not theirs.

Which brings me right back to our little game.

Daisy probably thinks myaccidentalhit to Wes is the end of what I have up my sleeve, but she’s wrong.

I scoot closer to the ice and catch the eye of a woman with a press badge wrapped around her neck. Knowing that Daisy is about to look in my direction when she calls my name, I lean in real close to the brunette and smile. “Hey.”

She immediately straightens, and her cheeks turn red. “Oh! Hi.”

“Did you enjoy the game?” I ask, moving a piece of hair out of her face.

She bats her eyelashes, clearly surprised at my close proximity. “Um–ye…yes.”

Staying close to the woman, I wait for Daisy to call my name.

“Next up is Kane Barlow for the last shot of the game.”

I laugh to myself.

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