Page 13 of Loving Ohio (State of Us)

Chapter Twelve

Devon

“ J ust for the tour.”

The joint between my lips calms my nerves as I watch Arya and Christian walk in front of me. They're heads are bent together, giggling like lovesick teenagers. It’s so fucking adorable.

I wanna puke.

“Just for the tour.”

“Finally, a real bed,” Arya sighs, unlocking the door to our motel room.

Seems Salem got sick of sharing an RV with all of her exes and book the first place we saw as soon as we left Ohio. She's bunked up with Logan, Taylor's with Huck, and I got stuck with these two lovebirds in order to “save money.”

Once again, the third fucking wheel.

“I get this one!” Arya hops onto a saggy twin mattress before pointing to the other with a wicked grin. “You two can share.”

Christian eyes me from the side, swallowing hard. His throat flexes, and my mouth waters with the urge to lick his tanned skin.

“Just for the tour.”

I smirk around my joint as I sink down onto the covers, kicking off my shoes. “Only if I get to be the big spoon. No promises I’ll behave, though.”

“Salem said no smoking, culo ,” he huffs, stepping in between my legs to yank the joint away. He inhales deeply, holding my gaze the whole way before passing it to his girlfriend.

As soon as his hands are free, he grabs my hair and leans down, brushing his lips over mine to blow the smoke directly into my mouth.

A low groan rumbles deep in my chest. My fingers slip beneath his shirt, trailing over his ribs.

Christian tastes like sin and trouble, and fuck me—I’m addicted to both.

“Arya,” he murmurs. “Come here, mi reina . Take off your clothes.”

My dick jumps at his commanding tone, wanting to be the one at his mercy, but I'm forced to lean back to make room for Arya.

“Hey,” she breathes, settling over my lap with her bare tits against my chest. She dives in, stealing Christian's taste from my lips. I kiss his girlfriend, eyes open to size up his hard cock bulging against his jeans.

Just for the fucking tour.

Why bother giving a shit when no one else does?

Arya helps me remove my shirt, grinding her hips into mine, and I rip my gaze away from Christian to palm her tits. “Someone's needy.”

Christian hums low in his throat, fumbling his jeans open with one hand. “My girl's always needy. Aren't you, baby?”

Arya moans into my mouth, fingertips dancing up my abs, and I flip us over so that I'm hovering over her on the bed. “Maybe she needs my cock, then.”

“Yes, please.” She reaches between us to unbutton my jeans as Christian's chest warms my back, his stiff length hard against my ass. “And maybe you need mine, pastelito .”

Jesus, the thought of him taking me while I fuck his girl sets my skin ablaze. I almost beg him to do it— almost. But I don't bottom for just anyone, and this motherfucker hasn't earned it yet. Especially not with his whole “ just for the tour” bullshit.

“Nah, not craving dick tonight,” I mutter, nudging him off me as I dive for Arya's throat. “Why don't you lay back and jerk off while I make your girl scream?”

Christian’s silent for a moment, long enough for Arya to moan in my ear, grinding herself against my open zipper. Eventually, he scoffs before flopping down onto the bed beside her. “You're a fucking asshole, man.”

Tell me something I don't know.

Arya attempts to distract me by pulling out my cock, licking her lips as her thumb flips the piercing through my slit, and it takes every ounce of control that I have to keep my eyes on her pussy instead of Christian's dick in his hand.

Everything in me screams to look, to lean over and take him in my mouth again like I did just days ago, but I won't give him that satisfaction again.

According to him, I'm not as good as his girlfriend, anyway, so what's the fucking point?

“Oh, god,” Arya whimpers, rubbing my length against her clit. For some sudden reason, the thought of fucking her makes me cringe.

Her tits bounce with every breath, pink lips parted in pleasure.

The sight should be every man's wet dream, and yet a surprising wave of revulsion ripples through me.

She's not the one I want right now. But she's who my body gets, because the guy currently jacking off next to her will only ruin me. Just like everyone else.

I pull a condom from my pocket, allowing myself a brief moment of weakness to steal a glance at Christian.

His hazel eyes meet mine, dark and heated as his gaze drops to my dick.

Those dark brown nipples are peaked, veiny arms flexing as he works himself to the sight of his girlfriend touching me.

When he catches me watching, he squeezes a little harder.

Days ago, this shit turned me the fuck on, but now I just feel dirty.

Dirty and used.

“Fuck off, Christian,” I grit, tearing the condom open with my teeth. “You're killing my boner and Arya needs to come.”

He freezes, hand halting on his shaft mid-stroke. “The fuck did you just say?”

Huffing in annoyance, I roll on the rubber, unable to ignore how wide Arya's eyes just went. “Should I repeat myself? I want to fuck without your cock in my peripheral vision, so get the hell out.”

He bolts upright before snatching my wrist. “Are you for real right now, homie? You're asking me to leave while you fuck my girl alone? I don't think so.”

I sneer cruelly. “But you can fuck her alone, right? And you can get your dick sucked by me alone, but her and I can't do shit unless you're here?”

“Damn right,” he growls, clenching his jaw. “So watch yourself, pendejo .”

“No, you watch your fucking hypocrisy,” I snap, scrambling to my feet. “Either you love her or you control her. Which one is it? Because it sure as shit ain't both.”

Arya gasps softly. “Are you…are you two fighting over me?”

Our attention snaps to her in bewilderment, and Christian shakes his head. “This ain’t about you, Arya.”

“The hell it’s not!” She sits up, glaring daggers at us as she covers her bare chest. “You’re both yelling like I’m some piece of meat. Is anyone going to ask what I want from all of this?”

“You want me,” Christian grits, rising off the bed. “You’re not his, remember?”

I step closer, until we’re toe to toe, spitting my next words into his face. “She’s not a fucking trophy, Christian, she’s a person. But you wouldn’t know that, would you? Too busy treating us like props in your little threeway fantasy.”

He shoves me backward hard , sending me flat on my ass.

Arya shouts, attempts to run after me, but Christian yanks her back by the arm like he fucking owns her. “Don’t touch him ! ”

And then I see red.

I launch at him, fist to jaw, body to body. We crash into the dresser, the lamp crashing to the floor. Christian grunts, swinging wild, but I duck and aim for his fucking kidney, hitting it so hard I hope he pisses blood for a week.

We're a mess of rage and half-naked bodies, everything twisted inside of me finally breaking loose. Arya screams, trying to pull us apart as we pummel each other in the limited space between the beds.

“Stop it!” she cries. “Fucking stop! Both of you!”

Somewhere between the bruises and busted lip, I realize that I’m not even mad at the sex. Or even the sharing. Years of putting my body on display for people’s pleasure crashes into me like a tidal wave, and my limbs go slack.

“You used me,” I hiss through my teeth, shoving him off. “You used us both.”

Christian spits out a mouthful of blood. “You knew what this was when we started it, motherfucker.”

“I didn't know shit.”

Arya’s breath catches, eyes shining with unshed tears. “ Was? What does that mean?”

He glances at her, his expression softening when he notices how shaken up she is. Getting to his feet, he wraps an arm around her waist and thumbs away the tears on her cheeks. “We’re done with this. No more fucking around with Dev, alright? He's not good for us.”

I laugh bitterly, rubbing my aching jaw as I grimace down at my sad, limp dick still covered in rubber. “You gonna let your girl decide that on her own?”

“She knows what’s best.”

Arya stiffens . “Do I?”

He blinks, opening his mouth to answer, but whatever he was about to say dies in his throat when she speaks again.

“Because right now, Devvy's right. You’re talking for me. Again.”

Christian frowns, brows slamming down. “I’m just trying to keep you safe.”

“From him?” She throws her hand out toward me, eyes narrowing. “Or from making up my own damn mind?”

A heavy silence settles between them as they seethe at each other. I slowly pull myself to a stand, rolling the condom off before tossing it into the trash. “That’s my cue. I didn't sign up for this shit.”

Neither of them speaks as I grab my shirt and shove trembling arms through the holes, knuckles split as blood trickles from my lip. Though none of it hurts as much as the sharp twist in my chest when they don't stop me from leaving. Glad to be rid of me, no doubt.

Just like everyone else.

Glass from the shattered lamp cuts into my bare feet when I move toward the door, but I don’t even care. Let them clean up the mess together. It's all their fault, anyway.

Logan slips out of his room at the same time that I step into the quiet hallway, glancing at me in disgust. We stare each other down before he spins around and marches in the opposite direction. I watch him go as self-hatred and longing take my breath, filling my lungs enough to drown me whole.

No, I don’t need Christian and Arya’s blood on my hands.

I’ve got more than enough to send me straight to Hell already.

Everybody leaves. Everybody uses me for something. The sooner I realize that and accept my place, the better.

The End…for now.