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Christian tilts his head to the side. “Better at what?”

“Sucking dick.”

That answer makes him laugh. “I mean, I've never watched him do it, but his bedroom is right next to mine back home. From the sounds Huck makes, I'd say he's pretty good.”

Oh.

Oh. Oh shit. So he and Taylor have never…?

And that would mean… Am I the first man to suck him off?

Pride swells in my chest, and I ask another question I should have kept inside my head. “Okay, so, me or Arya?”

He rears back, his face hardening as he stares at me momentarily before scooting out from under my body. “That's a fucked up question, asshole.”

Just like that, any post-orgasm bliss I might have had deflates instantly. “Why?”

“She's my girlfriend,” he says unevenly, climbing to his feet to buckle his pants. “Obviously I love the way she sucks my dick. I'm not choosing.”

Reality slams into me all at once, nausea churning my gut as the walls move slightly. If it weren't for the fact that Christian was standing still, seemingly unbothered as he scrubs cum off his sleeve, I'd think someone turned on the ride.

Shit, why did I ask that? How ridiculous am I?

For a second, I actually thought he was interested in… something. An actual something.

But just like with Salem and every other relationship I've ever been a part of, I'm only a quick fuck to pass the time. A summer fling. An experiment.

Kept around as long as I’m useful.

I scoff, wiping the evidence of what we just did off my cheek with the hem of my shirt. “Right. Got it.”

Christian’s attention snaps my way. “Dev, man, wait–”

“Show starts in an hour.” Fixing my clothes, I storm toward the exit without so much as a glance back. “I should get down there to help set up.”

He doesn't respond. Doesn't say a word.

As I leave the stupid UFO and slink back through the fence, I can't help but wonder why I'm always the pitstop in everyone's lives on their way to something greater.

Chapter Nine

Christian

Another performance down, and our two-person flip has got the crowd excited.

Taylor didn't switch us up tonight either, and my dick can't decide whether it's sad or happy about that. Motherfucker is confused.

As usual, Devon took off as soon as the show ended, and fuck if it doesn't make me want to chase him down.

Things ended in the spaceship kind of weird.

One second, he's sucking my soul out through my dick, and the next he's all cold and shit. Maybe it was something I said, but like, what? Homie expects me to diss my girl like that? Lie and say she isn't the fucking blowjob queen of my heart?

Okay, Devon sucks really good dick, I'll give him that. Never had a dude on his knees for me before, and I definitely want it to happen again—if the asshole would talk to me.

As we roll our dirt bikes off the fairgrounds, a group of fans wait near the campsite entrance, which isn't unusual. Taylor flashes them an award-winning smile, waving when we draw closer, and all the ladies swoon.

One guy in particular, though, stands there with a scowl. He's taller, broad-shouldered, dressed in a ball cap and dirty shirt. The way he eyes Tay with disgust has my hackles rising, and I toss him an up-nod when his gaze swings to me.