“Did you ever go to Killer’s games in high school?” he asks, as if his cock isn’t currently buried inside me. My mouth opens and closes on an aborted reply. It takes a long, tense moment before I can answer. “Once.” It was early in my mom and Daniel’s marriage, back before Killian grew hostile and mean. I went to cheer him on, even though I barely knew him. “He didn’t like me being there,” I add, breath hitching when Tristian reaches for his beer, hips flexing up into mine with the shift. I watch from my periphery as he tips the beer back, taking a long pull. “Yeah, he doesn’t like us being
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