Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Devon
Logan sucks in a sharp breath, but he doesn't pull away.
If anything, he presses in closer, fingers coming up to tangle in my hair as he licks into my mouth earnestly. A low sound slips out of my throat before I can stop it, surprise mixing with something close to comfort.
“Wow,” someone laughs next to us breathlessly.
I break away long enough to see a familiar blur of brown fur.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” Owen says, wedging himself between us before hauling me down to his lips.
And I let him, because why the fuck not? At least these two actually want me around. Maybe it's not enough, but it'll work for now. I'd rather lose myself in this than in something else that'll only destroy me.
And I'm not talking about drugs.
Light fingers dance along my back, trailing over my bicep. I let go of Owen to find Salem standing next to us with an odd smile. When she steps closer and puckers up, too, I let out a choked laugh of disbelief.
“Are you serious?”
She shrugs, grabbing my face. “What? I feel left out. And besides, maybe it's time Christian got a taste of his own medicine.”
Her teeth sink into my lower lip, not quite a kiss but enough to send a jolt of lightning down to my dick.
Owen nuzzles into the three of us like a cat. “This is the best day of my life,” he hums, pressing his ass against his boyfriend's crotch.
The sight of him in his costume is so ridiculous that I snort, momentarily feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. At least until someone yanks me away by the collar of my shirt.
My back hits the bar right before Christian crushes his mouth to mine. His palms hold me hostage as he devours my lips in a way that's not kind or sweet. It's mean, possessive, and downright controlling, but my fucked up brain absolutely loves it.
“Let’s go,” I growl low, dragging him to the first door in sight by his jacket—the one that belongs to me.
Cold air slaps my skin when we exit into a thin alley between buildings. It's blocked off by a fence on both sides, with barely any room to stand more than a few feet apart. I'm vaguely aware of Salem, Logan and Owen following us out as I shove Christian against the brick wall.
“How'd she taste, hot shot? Hm? Was she soft?” I rip open the first button on his shirt so hard that it flies off before biting down on his collarbone.
“You…” He releases a strangled breath, clenching his fist in my hair. “You're the one in there kissing everybody, motherfucker.”
“Were you gonna take her home? Fuck her in your bed while I just sat on the couch like an asshole?”
He shoves me back until I hit the opposite wall. “And what were you doing all day, huh?”
Knocking the hat off his head, I gain control again, planting my arm across his chest to keep him in place. “Court. The judge took a plea deal, and I got off without a prison sentence. Good for me, right? Bought myself some fancy clothes too.”
Christian goes absolutely still as his hazel eyes widen. “Dude, I… I didn't know. You weren't answering your phone. I just wanted—”
“I know what you wanted.” Shutting him up with my mouth, I reach for his belt and tug it loose, not even caring that we’re being watched. When I shove my hand into his pants, he’s already half-hard. “You seriously need to come so bad that you can't even wait until I get home?”
“Oh, fuck.” He groans loudly when I wrap my fingers around his cock. It thickens fully under my palm, and with a sick sense of delight, I realize that Christian actually likes being talked to this way.
“Look how desperate you are,” I sneer, adding more pressure. “So needy for it that you're already dripping. Not a care in the world that your friends are watching you act like a slut.”
“They already know I'm a slut,” he grits through his teeth, headbutting me hard in the forehead.
Pain shoots across my brow, but rather than letting him go, I pick up speed and sink my teeth into his earlobe.
“Motherfucker.” He proceeds to curse me out in Spanish, still thrusting into my fist. My own dick presses against my zipper uncomfortably, begging for some action, but it’s not my turn right now.
“You gonna come for everyone, hot shot? Show them how much you need it?”
He moans and shudders against me. At the first pulse of his length, I drop my other hand to catch his release. Thick, white ropes fill up my palm while he rocks his hips to a slow, lazy roll. “Oh god, oh fuck.”
Once he's finally done, he slumps against the wall breathlessly.
“Boys, come here,” I demand, holding my hand toward Logan and Owen
There's a brief pause, a moment of silence, and then they both shuffle closer. Keeping Christian's gaze, I lift my offering. “Clean it up.”
Christian's dilated pupils blow wider.
“Jesus,” Logan breathes, grabbing hold of my wrist. Due to the height difference, he has to lower it for his boyfriend, but the two of them lean in to lap up Christian’s cum.
We watch each other as their wet slurps fill the alleyway, Owen not-so-subtly rubbing his boyfriend's crotch. When they've licked it all clean, I finally tear my gaze away to meet Salem’s glowing gray eyes.
“Well,” she breathes from where she leans against the door. “On that note, I think I need to get my boys home and take care of them. Let's go.”
They follow her back inside wordlessly, only Logan throwing one last glance over his shoulder. I give him a shrug, which he returns, looking baffled in a way that would have made me laugh if I wasn't so pissed at the asshole connected to the cock still in my hand.
When the door shuts, leaving us alone, I turn back to Christian.
He's already watching me closely. “Did you really have court?”
Letting go of him, I wipe both my hands on his shirt. “Yep.”
“Fucking dick.” He bats me away and tucks himself back into his pants, fastening them up. “Why didn't you say anything? I spent all day wondering where you were.”
My back hits the opposite wall as I put some space between us. “You couldn't find me, so your solution was to get laid?”
He narrows his eyes. “Is that why you're mad? You jealous, pastelito?”
“Yeah,” I admit, not even embarrassed by it. “And pissed off that I have to worry about you fucking around when I'm gone.”
“Are you serious right now? How about me having to worry about what you're doing, asshole? Not who, what.”
Realization settles into my gut like lead. “You thought I was off using again.”
Christian doesn't confirm or deny it, and he doesn't have to, because the scowl on his face speaks volumes.
I scoff, dropping my head back to stare at the sky. “Difference is, hot shot, I wasn't off doing what you thought I was doing. You were, though.”
“I didn't fuck her.”
“But you kissed her.” I lower my eyes to meet his gaze. “You saw me. Looked me right in the face and kissed her.”
A long stretch of silence fills the alley.
Eventually, he looks away and drags a hand through the thick locks of dark hair that cascade over his shoulders. “I think there's some kind of miscommunication here, man.”
“Miscommunication?”
“Yeah. Between us. What we want from each other.”
My brows jump slightly. “Okay, you go first. What do you want?”
He chews on the inside of his cheek, hazel eyes studying the concrete. “A friend, I guess. Someone I can trust.”
Pain lurches in my chest, but I shove it down deep. “Then I think we both want the same thing. More or less.”
“So, what,” he starts, rubbing his eyes in frustration, “you want to just fuck each other only? Is that it?”
No, I almost say, I want you to want that, too. But I don't. Instead, I dip my chin in agreement. “And you want someone around at all times?”
“Dude, not all times. That's super unhealthy.”
“Fine, someone who responds to your texts and tells you shit. Hangs out with you. Am I on the right track?”
He shoves off the wall to cross the distance between us. “Honesty. That's what we both are asking for. Honesty and trust. I won't fuck around, and you won't do coke.”
That sounds so ridiculous, I almost snort. These things should be a given in any relationship.
But that's the thing, isn't it? We aren't in any kind of relationship. I don't even know if Christian dates exclusively.
From what I can tell, he's always had multiple partners at any given time. Maybe a friend is all I'll ever get from him, but at least it'll be a faithful one as long as I'm putting out, anyway.
Once again, Devon's only around to be of some use.
“Honesty,” I say back, holding out my hand for him to shake. “And orgasms.”
“Friendship.” He grips my palm, shaking firmly, but then yanks away when he realizes it's the hand Logan and Owen ate his cum out of. “Fuck, I can't decide if that was hot or disgusting.”
Forcing a smile, I turn toward the door to lead us back inside. “Both. The disgusting part turns you on.”
“Saying shit like that makes me sound like a pervert.”
“I don't kink shame.”
The music hits us again, loud and way too upbeat for the hollowness inside of me. After everything that happened today, I should be ecstatic. I got everything I wanted—no prison, and Christian all to myself. Even if his choice comes with conditions.
But as I follow him through the club and to his car across the street, I can't help but glance toward Arnie’s. That neon sign flickers like an omen.
Every time I think I've left the past behind, it always has a way of biting me in the ass.