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I pause a moment, trying to breathe. “I’m an adult woman capable of making my own adult decisions. And that includes who I decide to fuck, whether you approve or not. Grow the fuck up!”
“How long has this been going on?” Flip’s furious gaze whips back and forth between me and Tristan, who has now jammed his legs into his boxer shorts and positioned himself between me and my stupid brother.
“A while.” I should’ve known this would happen eventually. I just didn’t envision it as a total dumpster-fire situation.
“What’s a while?” Flip crosses his arms. “A week? Two weeks? A month? Longer?” His expression turns incredulous. “Someone answer me!”
“Stop yelling at Bea,” Tristan says, his voice low and threatening. “The first time was about a week after she moved in, and I’m the reason it happened. And the reason it kept happening.”
“A week after she moved in?” Flip echoes. “You’ve been fucking my sister behind my back for almost two months? You asshole!” He points an accusing finger at me. “And you! I let you move in here because you needed a place to stay, and you let my best fucking friend put his dick in you! Repeatedly! What the fuck, Rix?”
I cross my arms. “You put your dick in pretty much anything with two X chromosomes and a pulse. At least I’m not fucking the entire team.” I’m going for sarcasm, but Tristan whirls to stare at me, and he makes a sound sort of like a growl.
I give Tristan a look. “Seriously? Put your double standard away.” This is the least ideal scenario I could imagine. Especially considering my cheek hurts and my ass is still full of fucking plug. I was ninety-five percent of the way to an orgasm, so my clit is all achy, too.
“What the hell is even going on with the two of you? Are you…dating?” Flip spits the word like it’s poison.
“No. We’re just fucking. That’s it,” Tristan says before I can even open my mouth.
That stings. We’re not dating. That much is true. But while Tristan and I are doing a lot of fucking—like a lot of fucking—I wouldn’t say that’s all we’re doing. We went on a date. We sometimes hang out. He brings me thoughtful treats. Texts me all the time. I spent Thanksgiving with his family, for shit’s sake. I give him a look.
“It’s true.” His eyes dart all over the place, and he runs a rough hand through his hair. “We fuck all the time. That’s what we do. We fuck.”
I huff and shake my head. One second he’s defending me, and the next he’s acting like we’re nothing to each other. I can handle a lot of Tristan’s shit, but this is next level. “Screw this.” I head for the bathroom.
“You’re gonna walk away? Is that it?” Flip calls after me.
“The bathroom is the only room with a door that doesn’t belong to either of you!”
“Fuck both of you.” Flip grabs his shirt from the counter and storms out of the condo.
I slam the bathroom door. Four seconds later, Tristan knocks. “Bea, come on. I was trying to smooth things over with Flip.”
I turn the lock and open the door. He’s wearing a forlorn, panicked expression. But he’s turned me into the one thing I don’t want to be: just another person to trade orgasms with. And it’s my damn fault for wanting more than that. I yank the plug out of my ass and throw it at his chest. “I need some alone time, so if you can fuck off, that’d be great.” I close the door in his face and turn on the shower.
Now I really need to find an apartment.
CHAPTER 20
TRISTAN
Shit has officially gone sideways. It’s been two days, and Flip isn’t talking to me. I get it. I went behind his back and fucked his sister. Repeatedly. Excessively. If the roles were reversed, I’d feel the same. But because we live together and play on the same team, it’s doubly difficult to manage.
And to make things worse, Bea has turned to ice. Sure, she still makes food and leaves it in the fridge for us. And she still cleans the house and smells amazing and looks like my personal wet dream, even when she’s scowling. But she’s freezing me out. She leaves extra early for work and comes home late. She’s also not responding to my text messages.
Not seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, or being able to wrap my arms around her is killing me. I thought Flip finding out would be the worst thing that could happen, but it turns out Bea avoiding me is even more fucking terrible.
I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t know if I can fix this, and it’s freaking me out. My best friend won’t acknowledge me, and Bea won’t let me near her. I’m screwing up my life. Losing everything good. The only things left are my family and hockey. Before it was enough, but now… I don’t know. I don’t want to implode my friendship, and I don’t want to stop this thing with Bea. It’s about more than the sex. Not talking to her is ruining me. I’d gotten used to texting her all the time. She’s the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I want to see before I go to bed. I miss stolen moments and her hugs.
