Page 6 of Loving Ohio (State of Us)

Chapter Six

Devon

“ W e need to talk.”

Irritation has me tightening my grip on the wrench in my hand, and I glance up at my nephew— brother —from where I'm helping Taylor adjust the shock absorbers on his bike. “I'm busy.”

We just finished another show about an hour ago and have two more nights left in Ohio. After that, we're onto another state for a week, rinse and repeat. Hopefully, one of these nights, we can get a hotel. Sleeping on a bunk in an RV with six other people is starting to get old really fucking fast.

Logan bristles, hands on his hips, looking ridiculous in his pink polo and khaki shorts. “I'm not asking.”

Taylor glances at me over the two-stroke, his boyfriend Huckslee raising a brow from where he leans against the RV a few feet away. Slowly, I turn, giving my brother a blank look. “You my fucking boss now?”

“As the manager of this tour, yes,” he snaps, his eyes flashing.

I look at Tay, who shrugs, dark hair falling over his brow as he returns to his struts. “I mean, technically, he's right.”

Fucking hell.

Exhaling through my nose, I get to my feet, dusting the dirt off my knees. “What do you want?”

Logan folds his arms, lips thinning. “I've had a complaint about your… behavior from someone on the staff.”

“Mine?” I frown, wracking my brain to figure out what the fuck he's talking about.

“They said you hit on them, and it made them uncomfortable.”

What the fuck? “Who?”

“I'm not at liberty to discuss—”

“ Who , Logan?” I straighten to my full height, two inches taller.

His nostrils flare. “Zachary.”

For a moment, I just stare at him before turning away with a scoff. “He asked me out last night, and I turned him down. So I'd say he’s the one hitting on me . Not the other way around.”

“Turned him down to do what?”

Have the best sex of my life. “None of your fucking business.”

Logan doesn't like that answer, reaching out to yank me toward him by the arm. “It is when I'm in charge of keeping us from getting kicked off the state fair lineup for bad behavior.”

“Don't fucking touch me.” I rip my arm out of his grasp. “And I had plans with Christian, asshole.”

“Plans? What plans?” Taylor glances between us, his lips pushed out into a pout. “He didn't tell me about any plans.”

“Jesus, is everyone in this friend group always so fucking nosy?” I bite out, and all three of them answer ‘ yes’ in unison.

Figures. They all spend way too much time in, around, and on each other.

Licking my lips, I take in their curious gazes before lifting mine to the darkening sky. “I fucked Arya while Christian watched. We good now?”

I also made out with him until he orgasmed a second time between her legs, and then I licked them both clean after I blew, too.

Hands down, the hottest fucking thing that's ever happened to me, even if Christian quickly gathered up his girl and left afterward, leaving me with their tastes in my mouth.

Taylor snorts, tossing down his tools as he pats his pocket for a smoke. “Yeah, been there, man.”

My head whips toward him so fast that I feel my neck crack. “The fuck does that mean?”

“Means what it means,” he shrugs, smacking a pack of cigarettes against his palm before his boyfriend snatches it away. “Before Huck here made me a kept man, Christian and I used to share chicks. Arya included. It's kind of Christian's thing.”

A tight, ugly feeling twists in my chest, causing a lump to rise in my throat as Huck mutters something about reading the room . “How long ago was this?”

“I don't know, like, two or three years ago?”

My stomach churns at the fact that Christian has ignored me all day. Not that I've paid much attention to him either, but after finding out this particular piece of information, I can't help feeling a little used.

Arya's been her usual self, of course, jumping me every chance she gets. Christian, however, has been quiet. Aloof. Cold. Not like himself at all.

So, was that it, then? He had his fun, and now he’s done? On to the next sorry asshole?

“We good here?” I ask no one in particular, grabbing a rag to wipe the grease off my hands before hanging it from the bike's handlebars. “I got shit to do.”

Tay and Huck don't respond, lost in their own conversation, but Logan nods tightly before spinning on his heel. “Maybe try to keep the fraternizing with staff to a minimum from now on.”

“Fuck you.” Pulling a joint from my pocket, I press it to my lips before storming across the campsite.

Fraternizing. Who the fuck talks like that? What a prick.

I weave around RVs and tents while I puff on my joint, the smell of campfire clinging to my clothes.

A few people stop to talk to me about the show, even though I'm not a big part of it, and some girls take a couple of selfies.

A few groups of people give me nasty looks, but I just wink at them when I pass.

I've just about made it off the campsite when a giggle draws my attention. I come to a halt, spotting Christian and Arya in the shadows near the chain link fence.

Arya’s fixing her dress, her long blonde locks a mess while Christian does up his belt. Our eyes meet, and his hands freeze on the buckle. The knife twists in my gut as I stand and watch Arya stretch onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.

He returns the kiss, his gaze still locked on mine, and I sneer, flicking my roach onto the ground before turning in the opposite direction.

Yeah, I'm being a sourpuss, but the fact that I wasn't included in their little quickie sesh stings a bit.

An unlocked gate in the fence leads to a copse of trees beyond the fairgrounds. Just as I push through it, someone calls my name from behind.

“Wait up, fucker! Goddamn giraffe legs.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I spot Christian walking toward me alone, his long brown hair tousled around his face. My feet slow, and it isn't until he gets closer that I finally speak. “Looked like you were having fun back there. Didn't wanna disturb.”

Jesus, I'm a jealous bitch.

Christian stops short, his brows lifting as he raises his hand. “You dropped this back there. Didn’t your madre teach you not to litter?”

My abandoned roach rests in between his fingers, and I smirk as I reach out to take it. What I want to say is “I thought my madre was my sister-in-law my whole life, so… no,” but I keep that shit to myself. Nobody knows except me and Logan.

Christian watches me pocket the joint, an awkward energy crackling between us. I shrug as I walk away. “Thanks for giving a shit about the environment or whatever.”

“Dude, just… holy fuck, slow down, man.”

I get a few paces away before he steps in front of me, his palm on my chest. Its warmth radiates through my shirt, heating my skin, and I glance down at it before raising my gaze to his. “Did you need something? I've got places to be.”

Something close to hurt flickers in his eyes before his lips curl back. “You're a fucking dick.”

His hand starts to slip from my chest, but I quickly cover it with my own, keeping him in place. “And I had my tongue on yours last night, or did you forget?”

Heat blazes to life in his eyes, his breath catching, but he doesn't respond.

So, I continue. “I also had my tongue on your balls, and in your mouth, and in your girlfriend's pussy. On her nipples.” His pulse ramps up so high I can feel it through his fingertips, and I step forward until any space between our bodies disappears.

When his pelvis presses into mine, a groan climbs up his throat, the thick length of his hard cock jutting into my thigh.

“Does that turn you on, hearing how good your girl tasted? How tight and warm she was, taking my cock right after yours?”

“Fuck,” he mutters, dropping his head back. His fingers curl into my shirt, and I take the opportunity to dive for his throat.

“I bet if I took your cock out right now and sucked, it would taste like her, wouldn't it?” I murmur between kisses, feeling his ragged breath in my ear. “Can you imagine making me choke on it after you've been inside her? Knowing how much I like it?”

By this point, he's writhing against me, whimpering in a way that's driving me fucking crazy. My hands slide down to cup his ass, helping him along while my own dick leaves a sticky mess of precum in my underwear.

Trailing my lips up to his ear, I bite down on his lobe, licking away the sting when he moans loud enough to echo off the surrounding trees. “You know what I think you'd really like, hot shot? Taking my cock down your throat after I've fucked your girl like the filthy cuck you are.”

Christian growls, grabbing my hair hard enough to hurt as he comes on a shout. The sting in my scalp sends a flood of endorphins through my blood, and the pain sends me over the edge, my own release taking control, cum splashing against my thigh.

I shudder, burying my face in his shoulder while he rides my leg like he can't get enough, like he never wants his orgasm to end.

We stay like that momentarily, holding onto each other as we come down from the high. My throat aches from breathing so hard, my mouth dry. When we finally pull apart to look at each other, Christian's eyes are as wide as saucers.

“You son of a bitch,” he whispers harshly, yanking himself away. His shoulder slams into mine when he passes, and I turn to watch him march away until I’m left with nothing but crickets chirping in the dark and the stars watching my shame.

Feeling both satisfied and guilty as hell.