Page 137 of Rush the Edge
I turn and shoot Kane a dirty look. “Kane!”
He shows off his cocky smile before tossing a towel on top of the matcha beneath my feet.
“How loud was I?” I worry, watching Kane kneel below me to wipe up my mess.
It’s a nice view—one that reminds me of last night after we left the arena.
We lay in the quiet calmness of his room for a while before he suddenly flipped me on my back and kissed me senseless. He took his time with me, caressed my curves, his lips everywhere, and massaged my sore muscles before lying me down and bringing me to the edge of insanity.
“Loud,” Malaki answers for Kane.
“Loud enough for my brother to hear?” I ask, panicked.
I pray he stayed out at the bar until well after Kane and I were done.
“Hopefully,” Kane murmurs from below.
I shoot him a look. “Do you want to ruin your friendship with him?”
He shrugs. “Do you really think he’ll be that against the idea?”
“Of you fucking his sister so hard the bed creaked?” Malaki snickers. “Yeah.”
Kane’s lips flatten. He slowly stands and tosses the towel over to the sink. All I can stare at are his rippling muscles moving against his bare chest, thanks to me stealing his t-shirt. “I think we should tel?—”
Suddenly, our attention is pulled to the apartment door.
My heart falls.
Malaki spits out his coffee, and Kane, as poised as ever, remains unbothered at the sight of my brother strolling into the apartment.
The moment River sees me, he does a double-take.
A line of confusion digs in between his eyebrows.
“I thought you worked today?!” I exclaim.
Oh my god. I’m in nothing but panties and Kane's shirt.
“What the hell are you doing here”—River looks at my half-naked outfit—“in nothing but…that.” His hand wafts up and down in front of him with disgust.
Shit.
He immediately turns to Malaki, who is sitting on the couch with wide eyes. “Are you fucking my sister?” he asks him.
Kane steps forward, but so do I.
“Yes,” I quickly say, attempting to save the situation before things get hairy.
The tension rises in the apartment, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.
River? Or Kane?
Malaki plays along because he’s not living in a world of delusion by thinking that River will be completely unfazed by Kane and me having sex. It’s a tale as old as time. Your brother doesnotwant you to mess with his friends, no matter how old you are.
“Sorry, bro.” Malaki stands from the couch and starts to head to the kitchen. “It was a one-time thing.”
River quickly steps forward and blocks him from coming toward me.
