Page 23 of Loving Ohio

“Just 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.