Page 10 of Loving Ohio

Because there's no way it's my fault for parting my lips and letting him plunge his tongue inside my mouth.

Chapter Six

Devon

“We 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.”