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My head whips toward him so fast that I feel my neck crack. “The fuck does that mean?”

“Means what it means,” he shrugs, smacking a pack of cigarettes against his palm before his boyfriend snatches it away. “Before Huck here made me a kept man, Christian and I used to share chicks. Arya included. It's kind of Christian's thing.”

A tight, ugly feeling twists in my chest, causing a lump to rise in my throat as Huck mutters something about reading the room. “How long ago was this?”

“I don't know, like, two or three years ago?”

My stomach churns at the fact that Christian has ignored me all day. Not that I've paid much attention to him either, but after finding out this particular piece of information, I can't help feeling a little used.

Arya's been her usual self, of course, jumping me every chance she gets. Christian, however, has been quiet. Aloof. Cold. Not like himself at all.

So, was that it, then? He had his fun, and now he’s done? On to the next sorry asshole?

“We good here?” I ask no one in particular, grabbing a rag to wipe the grease off my hands before hanging it from the bike's handlebars. “I got shit to do.”

Tay and Huck don't respond, lost in their own conversation, but Logan nods tightly before spinning on his heel. “Maybe try to keep the fraternizing with staff to a minimum from now on.”

“Fuck you.” Pulling a joint from my pocket, I press it to my lips before storming across the campsite.

Fraternizing. Who the fuck talks like that? What a prick.

I weave around RVs and tents while I puff on my joint, the smell of campfire clinging to my clothes. A few people stop to talk to me about the show, even though I'm not a big part of it, and some girls take a couple of selfies. A few groups of people give me nasty looks, but I just wink at them when I pass.

I've just about made it off the campsite when a giggle draws my attention. I come to a halt, spotting Christian and Arya in the shadows near the chain link fence.

Arya’s fixing her dress, her long blonde locks a mess while Christian does up his belt. Our eyes meet, and his hands freeze on the buckle. The knife twists in my gut as I stand and watch Arya stretch onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.

He returns the kiss, his gaze still locked on mine, and I sneer, flicking my roach onto the ground before turning in the opposite direction.

Yeah, I'm being a sourpuss, but the fact that I wasn't included in their little quickie sesh stings a bit.

An unlocked gate in the fence leads to a copse of trees beyond the fairgrounds. Just as I push through it, someone calls my name from behind.

“Wait up, fucker! Goddamn giraffe legs.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I spot Christian walking toward me alone, his long brown hair tousled around his face. My feet slow, and it isn't until he gets closer that I finally speak. “Looked like you were having fun back there. Didn't wanna disturb.”

Jesus, I'm a jealous bitch.

Christian stops short, his brows lifting as he raises his hand. “You dropped this back there. Didn’t your madre teach you not to litter?”

My abandoned roach rests in between his fingers, and I smirk as I reach out to take it. What I want to say is “I thought my madre was my sister-in-law my whole life, so… no,” but I keep that shit to myself. Nobody knows except me and Logan.

Christian watches me pocket the joint, an awkward energy crackling between us. I shrug as I walk away. “Thanks for giving a shit about the environment or whatever.”

“Dude, just… holy fuck, slow down, man.”

I get a few paces away before he steps in front of me, his palm on my chest. Its warmth radiates through my shirt, heating my skin, and I glance down at it before raising my gaze to his. “Did you need something? I've got places to be.”

Something close to hurt flickers in his eyes before his lips curl back. “You're a fucking dick.”

His hand starts to slip from my chest, but I quickly cover it with my own, keeping him in place. “And I had my tongue on yours last night, or did you forget?”

Heat blazes to life in his eyes, his breath catching, but he doesn't respond.

So, I continue. “I also had my tongue on your balls, and in your mouth, and in your girlfriend's pussy. On her nipples.” His pulse ramps up so high I can feel it through his fingertips, and I step forward until any space between our bodies disappears. When his pelvis presses into mine, a groan climbs up his throat, the thick length of his hard cock jutting into my thigh. “Does that turn you on, hearing how good your girl tasted? How tight and warm she was, taking my cock right after yours?”

“Fuck,” he mutters, dropping his head back. His fingers curl into my shirt, and I take the opportunity to dive for his throat.