Page 7 of Loving Ohio

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.