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Playing in the AHL, our little fuck fests weren’t as big a deal. Hell, he fucked me in the Boston locker room. We won’t be doing that for his new teammates. The Vancouver Orcas and the Boston Copperheads are rival teams in the NHL. Even being seen together could end in riots.
“You’re the better player, y’know,” he says. “If he hadn’t shown up in that club in Boston, I’d have pursued you. I’d rather fuck excellence.”
“Okay, we’re done, Sutter. Get off me now.”
He stops. “Too far?”
“I can’t believe you’d fuck my brother, asshole.” I’m the one who told him to get off me, but I’m kind of praying he doesn’t listen.
“Oh, I get it.” He leans over me so that his breath’s hot in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Kitten, I know it’s you.”
I swear to fuck my heart stops beating. He knew? I glare, not quite knowing how to form a question. If he did know, that’s a big fucking deal. He couldn’t know, unless … “Did you see us leave for the kitchen?”
He heaves a sigh, spinning me around. My hard dick swings at him like a weapon.
“Missed that part—I went to piss—and for a hot second I was confused as he walked up to the table, but then I figured it out.”
I frown. “What do you mean by that?”
His crooked nose—the one I’ve broken multiple times—wrinkles. “I knew it wasn’t you. Let’s leave it at that.”
“We’re not leaving it at that, Sutter.”
“We are.”
“Did you figure out the height difference thing?” I ask, because what a mind fuck. Something had to have given it away. There’s no way he justknew.
His brows pierce together. “Identical twins can have a height difference?”
They can. I’m almost six feet, but Stacey is almost six feet and three inches. We’re about two and a half inches apart. It’s something that, if you study us closely enough, you can figure out. Most don’t.
Is Sutter fucking with me? Don’t think so this time. That’s genuine confusion on his criminally gorgeous mug. My jaw works, trying to say more words, but nothing comes out.
A car swings around the corner, and we jump. Sutter spins us, hiding me from view, caging me between the building and his strong body. The car drives by without noticing us.
He uses a knuckle to tilt my chin up. “I came out here to fuck you, brat. Can we get back to that? This talking shit blows.”
“No, we can’t.” My dick is starting to hate me.
He noses his way up my neck. I harden myself to his ways as much as I can, but it’s not enough. My knees buckle. I close my eyes and enjoy the press of his lips on my skin. Searing. Melting. Burning my flesh from bone.
“You taste so fucking good, Alderchuck. You’re my favorite addiction.”
That’s all I am, though. He might not have thought I was my brother—which I still want to know more about—but I’m a weird-ass fetish of his. He chuckles into my skin.
“What?”
“I thought maybe you were doin’ some weird brother role-play thing. I had a whole bunch of brother-related shit planned. Kinda glad I didn’t have to go through with it.”
“That’s fucked up, Sutter.”
“After all the weird shit we’ve done? Nothing surprises me. I ate KD out of your?—”
“Whoa, okay. Yeah, I guess we don’t have much on our no-go list.”
He shrugs. “Meh. Most of the stuff we’ve done is low on a long list of weird shit I’ve done. I’m fucked up in ways you can’t imagine.”
It’s not the first time he’s said something like that. I didn’t believe him the first few times, but the way he said that … Is there something to it? I mean, there’s gotta be. Mitch Sutter can’t be normal, but he comes from normal. His parents are loaded. They live in a normal, upper westside Vancouver neighborhood. Everything about him is normal. Boring even.
