Page 97 of Forgiving Utah

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.