Page 98 of Forgiving Utah

“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.”