Page 4 of Loving Ohio (State of Us)

Chapter Four

Devon

T his shit fucking sucks. I don't even know why I agreed to come on this damn tour.

Wiping sweat from my brow, I heave another pile of dirt into place on the mound, smacking it tight with a shovel. Beside me, some staffer with a hose rambles on as he sprays the water everywhere except where it's supposed to go, but I'm not really listening.

Across the stadium, Taylor and Huckslee are doing the same—packing more dirt into the ramps we've been using for some of our stunts. Tay sprays his boyfriend with the hose, cackling when Huck shakes his wet curls out, both so happy and sickeningly in love.

I scan the open space for Christian, but he's nowhere to be seen. Figures. Can't even pull him out of Arya for five seconds to help with prep for tomorrow. Fucking diva. He's been in a shit mood all day, even during our show earlier.

“There's this really cool air hockey place downtown.” The rambling staffer runs the hose over my shoes, not paying attention as he flaps his gums. I shoot him a glare, and he smiles apologetically.

“Sorry, my bad. Anyway, as I was saying, air hockey. They also have a full bar with a dance floor. I think it would be fun.”

Shaking the water out of my Vans, I raise a brow at him, mildly annoyed. “What would be fun?”

His smile falters. “Uh, air hockey? And dancing?” When I stare at him blankly, he bites his lip, a flush spreading on his face. “With… me?”

Straightening up, I give him my full attention, tilting my head. “With you? Like a date?”

He gulps, nodding slowly, and I study him with renewed interest.

He's cute. Wavy blond strands, light green eyes, a face full of freckles. Short, lithe frame. Not exactly my type, but he might be a good fuck…

If I was in the mood.

I open my mouth, prepared to tell the guy no thanks when a voice cuts in from behind us.

“He's got other plans, homie.”

Slowly, I glance over my shoulder, finding Christian standing with his inked arms crossed, legs spread. “I do?”

He nods once, looking pissed-off. His bare chest peeks through the denim vest he's wearing, brown nipples slightly taught, dark hair loose around his face.

It kind of turns me on.

“Looks like I'm busy,” I tell the staffer, giving him a wink. “Sorry, love.”

The guy looks disappointed but agrees, pulling a pen out of his pocket to write his info on my palm. When I see the name, I cringe as he walks away.

Zachary. Ain't no way I'm going out with someone who has the same name as one of my little nephews.

I mean, brothers. They're my brothers . That’s going to take some getting used to.

“Is there a reason you're cock blocking me, Totillo?” I ask, attempting to scrub the ink off on my jeans.

Christian leans down to grab the hose Zachary abandoned and sprays my hand down with the cold water. “You've been fooling around with my girl, asshole.”

I go absolutely still, keeping my gaze on him as he wipes my hand on his vest. When he folds his arms again, I mirror his stance, narrowing my eyes. “Thought last night was consensual?”

“It was.” His jaw ticks at the corners. “But if you wanna keep doing it, you can't go off with whoever the fuck you want. Arya gets jealous.”

Something flickers across his features that he tries to hide, but I’m too perceptive. My skill at reading facial expressions has been honed from years of using it to survive .

“Right. Arya gets jealous.” I reach out to brush a strand of hair away from his neck, feeling his pulse jump beneath my thumb. “Well, hot shot, you just lost me a good lay. So, how do you plan on making up for it?

Christian's nostrils flare, pupils dilating when his hazel eyes drop to my mouth. “Let's go riding tonight. Get some privacy. I can show you a way better time than that pendejo .”

My brows jump as I take a shocked step back. I'd been partly joking, just fucking around. I didn't think he'd actually agree to anything.

Last night was fun, and Arya's talented as hell, but I never thought Christian of all people would be into messing around with other men. Even if he did lick my cum off his girlfriend's face.

Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it.

“Okay…” Nodding slowly, I run a hand through my sweaty strands and grimace. “Give me like, twenty minutes to shower, and then meet me at my bike. I know a place.”

“Cool.”

We stare at each other for a beat before I turn to head back to the RV, forcing myself to walk at a normal pace. Excitement lances through my blood, heating it up, and I rush through my shower with an enormous hard-on, wondering what he'll be down for.

Does he like sucking cock as much as his girlfriend? Would he top or let me fuck him? Play with his ass?

The possibilities are endless, and I want them all .

Scrubbing my hair dry, I throw on a hoodie and some sweats before stepping into the narrow hallway. Where I smack into my brother's chest.

The defeated look in Logan’s eyes shifts to fury when we pass each other, but he says nothing as he takes my spot in the bathroom, closing the door softly.

A harsh wave of guilt tugs at my gut again, my conscience screaming at me to talk to him, but the sound of a dirt bike starting up outside has every thought leaving my head except one—I need to get laid. Right now.

I’m nearly giddy with excitement as I exit the RV, but it quickly fades when I see Christian sitting on his two-stroke… with Arya behind him.

Fuck. Of course, he meant “make it up” with his girlfriend… not him.

Don't get me wrong, she's a beautiful woman, but I really wanted dick tonight. My boner deflates just a tad, though admittedly, that skirt she’s wearing sweetens the deal—sort of.

“Hurry up, tonto, ” Christian hollers, grinning as he revs his engine.

With a smirk, I throw a leg over the seat of my Ducati and crook a finger at Arya. “You ride with me, baby girl.”

“ Yaaaay !” She scrambles off Christian’s bike, making his eyes flash with a mix of heat and annoyance.

“You better drive carefully with her, asshole, or I'll kick your ass.”

“Sure, hot shot.” As soon as Arya climbs on behind me, I kick my bike into gear and throw him a wink. “I'll be super safe. Scout's honor. Try to keep up.”

As soon as our helmets are on, I gun the throttle, burning out of the campsite and leaving smoke in my wake.

***

There's an outcropping of trees overlooking Lake Erie about fifteen minutes from the city. I discovered it on our first night in Cleveland, and I've been coming here after each show to do some blow while I clear my head.

Skidding to a halt near the bluff's edge, my front wheel nearly slips over the ledge, making Arya shriek in excitement.

“Holy shit,” she laughs, tightening her arms around my waist. Christian rolls up a few feet behind us. “Can we do that again, Devy?”

“Not fucking funny,” Christian bites out, swinging off his bike.

I grin as I remove my helmet, doing the same. “Couldn't keep up, hot shot? Or did the view of your girl on the back of my bike distract you?”

He flips me the bird, helping Arya down, and I gaze out at the lake glittering beneath the moonlight.

There's a slight breeze, just enough to cool the summer heat on my skin.

The highway noise is minimal in this spot, leaving only the gentle sound of waves lapping against the cliffs below.

It's calm and peaceful, with a clear night sky above and every traitorous star blinking down at us.

The perfect spot to drop to my knees and worship the devil.

“So, what now?” Arya asks, stepping up beside me.

With a smirk, I peer down at her. “Now, your boyfriend pays up. He owes me for ruining a date.”

“Oh?” Her smile turns wicked as she steps closer, pressing herself to my chest. “And how exactly is he going to do that?”

“Mm, good question.” I lock eyes with Christian, who leans against my Ducati, watching us. There’s already an apparent bulge in his crotch, making my cock swell, and I settle my hands on Arya’s hips as I back her toward him. “I can think of a few ways.”

Christian hops onto my bike sideways, pulling her into his lap. “I promised him a good time, preciosa , and I always keep my promises, don't I?”

“Mm-hmm, always,” she nods, licking her lips when his hands slide down her thighs, parting them to either side of his knees.

He grabs her jaw, turning her face for a kiss, and I lean in to press my lips along her exposed throat.

She lets out a breathless moan, chest heaving as I trace my mouth down her collarbone before dipping my tongue between her tits.

A soft gasp stirs the air as Christian slips his hand between her legs, rubbing slowly. I bite the hem of her shirt, pulling it down until her breasts pop free, pink nipples pebbling in the air. Christian grabs one while I run my tongue over the other, making Arya whimper.

“Fuck, your girl is gorgeous,” I groan, sucking on a nipple.

A deep, satisfied hum leaves his throat. “Yeah, she is. Qué guapa, ?no?”

I don't know what kind of kink Christian has, but the guy absolutely loves it when I praise his girlfriend. I've noticed it over the past few weeks since we've been on tour, and I can't deny that I've taken advantage of it. Making him horny seems to be the highlight of my day.

“So soft,” I whisper, rubbing my lips over her breast, “and sweet. I bet these beautiful tits aren't the only thing that tastes sweet.”

Arya moans, widening her legs to make room for me as I slowly slide my palms up her thighs. When my fingers brush against damp lace, she pushes her skirt up to her hips, and Christian tugs her panties to the side.

“Fuck,” I whisper, palming my cock over my sweats as I watch him play with her clit. “You gonna let me lick that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

“Oh, god.” Her head falls back against Christian's shoulder as she writhes against his fingers.

Such a beautiful sight. But she's not who I want to serve.

Eyes on Christian, I fall to my knees at his feet like the sinful little altar boy that I am and pray to the only deity I know. The only one who still listens.

“Feed her to me, hot shot.”