Page 149 of Rush the Edge
Kane kisses me with an urgency. An orgasm rips through me, the pleasure so intense I do what he says to do to stay quiet and bite him.
My teeth move to his shoulder, the muscle bundled tightly from holding me up.
“Fuck,” he groans quietly.
He pumps into me one more time before his body stills with another grunt escaping him. He collapses to the floor with me still on top of him.
I rest my forehead on his sweaty chest, both of us gasping for air.
After a few minutes pass, I slowly sit up and attempt to climb off him. Kane’s hands grip the tops of my thighs, and I stop.
“You may not have come to this function with me as your date…but you sure as hell are leaving as it.”
I bite the inside of my cheek to hide a smile. “What about River?”
“I don’t want to think about River right now…or Miles…onlyyou.”
My lips part, an argument on the tip of my tongue.
“Please, Daisy,” Kane whispers. “I’ve never admitted it before, but I just need you.”
“You just had me,” I remind him.
He shakes his head. “I don’t mean like that.” My cheek falls into his palm as he reaches for my face. “I just needyou.”
“Okay.” I exhale slowly and accept my fate. “Then you have me.”
Fifty
KANE
It’sthe last game of the regular season.
Playoffs start in a week, and the team has never been more harmonious. Our plays are much smoother than they were at the start of the season, and our communication is clear, despite having a few new players on the team.
“You three are out tonight.” Coach points to me, Hart, and Volkova. “Olson, you’ll still play goalie, but our defense should be able to hold strong so you don’t get plowed.”
Emory nods, and Coach moves to Malaki.
“You’re a fucking spring chicken. I’m not worried about you taking a hit, because I know you’ll just get right back up.”
Malaki grins.
We all acknowledge Coach’s parting words and take the ice.
I immediately look for Daisy. Two smoothies were waiting for Malaki and me in the locker room before warmups, and I couldn’t help but smile. The rest of the team felt cheated that they didn’t get a smoothie, but that’s what they get for making fun of my superstitions.
Though, I think I’m about to start another, and her name is Daisy.
With the playoffs on the horizon and Miles’s constant texts and updates that I haven’t asked for, I refuse to think about the mess she and I are in. Instead, I push it to the back of my mind and ask Daisy to do the same.
Just for now.
I don’t have to think of the future or the repercussions that will come with it because, regardless, my future is her, whether or not she is willing to admit that yet.
I’m in deep.
She’s a constant inside my head.
