Page 90 of Last Round

“I haven’t talked to him since everything went down and I’m not ready to. If I decide to talk to him again, I want it to be on my terms.”

“You Walsh kids can be very dramatic,” she teases. “I’ll honk twice if I see him coming. Then distract him with my boobs if you need a diversion.”

“The honking should be sufficient.”

“Boo, no fun. It seems only fair to let him fuck your best friend if you’re fucking his.”

“Bex, believe me, I couldn’t care less if you slept with my brother. I just wouldn’t want to hear about it, and I would never read your blog again, out of fear that whatever you were saying was about him.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“It feels weird asking my friend to seduce my brother. So, if you do it, don’t do it for me.” I shut the car door and end the uncomfortable conversation. Again, I’m not a hypocrite. It wouldn’t bother me if they hooked up. I just don’t want to know the specifics.

Which was the only reason I tried to get Sean to come back, talk about things. Hoping to reason with him. Because If I caught him and Bex in bed together, I’d feel weird and sick at seeing parts of my brother I never wanted to.

Damn, maybe I should talk to Sean. Or at least stop ignoring his texts. No matter how mad I am for how he treated Killian, he’s still my brother, the only family I have.

Using my key, I enter the house and head upstairs. My foot freezes midair as I’m just about to step onto the landing.

“Fuck me harder,” Jessica moans.

Eww… Wasn’t I just talking about not wanting to catch my brother in the act?

I didn’t see his car on the street. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t leave it parked at the bar or something. I’m about to close the door and sneak away before they notice me—because this is not exactly how I imagined us making up—when the next words I hear give me pause.

“Does your fiancé fuck you this good?” My blood runs cold as I recognizehisvoice.

“No,” she grunts. The sound of skin slapping skin grows louder, faster.

I’m not sure what comes over me. I should run. Get as far away from him as possible. That’s what Killian would want me to do. Instead, I pull my phone out of my back pocket, press record, and slowly inch towards my brother’s room. The door’s open just enough that I can see them on my phone. I try not to gag. Tony’s back is to me as he thrusts. The vanity mirror across the room shows that Jessica is definitely on the receiving end.

I hate to give Jessica credit, but she’s putting on one heck of a show. I’m painfully aware that he’s not capable of making a woman moan that way. He used to blame it on me, and for a long time, I believed him. I was convinced I was broken. He was the only other person I’d been with and I didn’t know any better. I really thought the only thing capable of getting a reaction out of me was battery operated. Bex in her sage sexual advice said it was partner error. But taking her word versus experiencing all that is Killian—well, they say seeing is believing and he made a believer out of me.

I cover my mouth as I record everything. Morally, I know documenting someone like this without their consent is wrong. That being said, I’m struggling to feel any remorse as I hold my phone steady. It’s not like I intend to make it public. I just want to show my brother, so he doesn’t marry this bitch and hopefully gets rid of Tony before he ruins everything.

“Tell me how much better my cock is than his.”

Gag.

“Your cock is so much bigger. I love how it stretches my pussy.”

God, there isn’t enough tequila to sanitize my mind after this. And while I may not know much about my brother’s package—thank god—I know Tony’s well. Let’s just say he’s average, verging on the small end of the spectrum. And it’s thin, like a stick poking your cervix. I hate myself for even thinking it, but I’m going to choose to believe she’s lying. I mean, she’s already proven she’s quite the actress.

Okay, I’m done. I’ve had enough. Being forced to think of my brother’s penis size crosses a line I can’t ever come back from. I’m less careful as I rush out of the house. Even if they heard me, saw that I was here, by the time they get dressed and downstairs, I’ll be gone.

I hope she knows she was caught, that she’s already planning her story. Because I don’t need one. I have the proof in the palm of my hand.

Distracted

Killian

“Areyouseriouslywatchingthat again?” Molly asks. She stands in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her body as she uses another to scrunch her red curls dry.

I remain seated on the bed, the same spot where she left me before her shower. “It’s like a trainwreck. So awful, yet I can’t look away.”

“Well, I can’t stomach it again.” She snatches the phone from me and tosses it on the nightstand. “I’m going to have nightmares for… forever.”

I untuck her towel so that it drops on the floor. Her tits right in front of my face, I suck one into my mouth. Her body arches into me. “I can help you forget.” I grip her ass cheeks with both hands, digging my fingers into her plump flesh, and spread them. “Make sure you have dreams of screaming my name all night. Well, that wouldn’t be a dream. But it would feel like one.”

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