If You Hate Me (The Toronto Terror Series)
If You Hate Me: Chapter 19

It’s Saturday morning, almost a week post-Thanksgiving with Tristan’s family. He and I have found a rhythm. Most nights I sneak into his bedroom for quiet sex while Flip is either out or in the middle of making a bunny happy. Afterward, I disappear back to the loft.

But Flip has a promo thing with Hemi this morning, so we have the condo all to ourselves. And we’re making damn good use of it.

Tristan licks up the side of my neck and bites my earlobe. “Next time I fuck you from behind, I’ll be taking this sweet virgin ass of yours.”

“Oh my God, you’ll split me in two.” I groan.

His hand curves around my throat, as usual. My ponytail is wrapped around his other fist, my back is arched, and my breasts bounce with every thrust. His balls slap my inner thighs, which are wet with my excessive coming. I’m watching our reflection in the mirror across the room. And I’m on the verge of coming again. Especially with the promise of what’s coming when he gets back from his next away game.

Sure, I’m nervous. But currently there’s a plug in my ass, and I can’t deny that the orgasms are out of this damn world. So that gives me courage for what lies ahead.

“We’ll go nice and slow—at least until you get used to my size,” Tristan assures me, his voice a low rumble. “Even if it takes all fucking night, your ass will be mine.”

I shudder, on the edge, but I can’t let go of his forearms to rub my aching, desperate clit. I moan as my thighs quake.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and to my horror, it flies open.

“Is there room for one more?” My brother’s voice singsongs as light floods the room.

Flip is standing there. In the doorway. With his hand still poised in the air. He quickly reaches for the knob. “Oh crap, so sorry.”

“Shit.” Tristan releases my hair and throat, which means I fall forward, but not before I watch my brother’s expression turn to shock.

I don’t have time to put my hands out, and we’re close to the end of the bed. I go tumbling over the edge. My ankle slips through Tristan’s fingers, and I break my fall with my face. “Ow! Fuck!” The rest of my body lands gracelessly on the floor.

“Rix? What the fuck? You’re fucking my goddamn sister?” The door slams into the wall, the knob lodges in the drywall.

“Flip, man. It’s not—” Tristan clambers off the bed, and his feet appear in my line of view. I’m still lying on the floor.

“Do not say it’s not what it looks like!” Flip shouts. “Your dick is fucking glistening right now, so you were absolutely balls deep in my sister!”

“Can you give us a fucking minute!” Tristan snaps as he drops to his knees beside me and yanks the covers off the bed, draping them over me. He pulls me up to sitting, his eyes moving over my face. “Are you okay?” He cups my cheek, and I flinch. “Shit. I’m sorry. I panicked.”

“You’re a couple of fucking traitors!” Flip shouts.

I already have a headache. Tristan makes sure I’m covered with the sheet before he grabs his shirt from the floor and pulls it over his head, which does nothing to cover his now-softening wiener hanging out the bottom.

What a mess.

Not to mention, there’s a butt plug still lodged in my ass.

“Dude! Of all the fucking women in the world, why my sister? You don’t even like her. She annoys the hell out of you.” Flip is pacing. He shoves his hands through his hair and laces them behind his head. “I can’t believe you’re fucking my sister.”

Tristan steps around me and follows Flip into the kitchen, glancing back with apologetic eyes. I replace a T-shirt on the top of Tristan’s dresser and check my face in the mirror. With my luck, I’ll end up with a bruise.

“I’m sorry, man. I’m sorry. It just happened. We shouldn’t have kept it from you.” Tristan is cupping his junk.

“It just happened? It sure didn’t look like your dick accidentally slipped into her!” Flip hauls off and punches Tristan in the face.

He stumbles back a few steps, and now cups his junk with one hand while cupping his nose with the other. “I deserved that. I know I deserved that.”

“I’m gonna kick your fucking ass!” Flip shoves Tristan.

“Can you two stop?!” I shout.

Flip’s angry gaze lands on me. “How could you let him touch you? How? We’ve fucked the same woman at the same time! And not just once, but many, many times.” He motions between himself and Tristan. “We’ve been in the same pussy at exactly the same time. My dick and his dick.” He slaps his palms together. “Like this.”

“Flip, man, I know you’re angry, but she doesn’t need to know that shit. She’s your sister, for fuck’s sake,” Tristan snaps.

I grab a pair of boxer shorts from the dresser and throw them at the back of Tristan’s head. I can’t even with these two. I hold up a hand. “I can do without the visual. You two have no boundaries. Flip, since the moment I started living here, you’ve paraded an entourage of fuck friends through this condo with no consideration of me or how I might feel. At all. I have listened to you do gross, unholy things to countless bunnies. Who, in case you weren’t aware, aren’t just a series of holes to fill. They also might be someone’s sister! Women are human beings with value outside of your goddamn bedroom.”

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 replace an apartment.