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“You better drive carefully with her, asshole, or I'll kick your ass.”

“Sure, hot shot.” As soon as Arya climbs on behind me, I kick my bike into gear and throw him a wink. “I'll be super safe. Scout's honor. Try to keep up.”

As soon as our helmets are on, I gun the throttle, burning out of the campsite and leaving smoke in my wake.

***

There's an outcropping of trees overlooking Lake Erie about fifteen minutes from the city. I discovered it on our first night in Cleveland, and I've been coming here after each show to do some blow while I clear my head.

Skidding to a halt near the bluff's edge, my front wheel nearly slips over the ledge, making Arya shriek in excitement.

“Holy shit,” she laughs, tightening her arms around my waist. Christian rolls up a few feet behind us. “Can we do that again, Devy?”

“Not fucking funny,” Christian bites out, swinging off his bike.

I grin as I remove my helmet, doing the same. “Couldn't keep up, hot shot? Or did the view of your girl on the back of my bike distract you?”

He flips me the bird, helping Arya down, and I gaze out at the lake glittering beneath the moonlight. There's a slight breeze, just enough to cool the summer heat on my skin. The highway noise is minimal in this spot, leaving only the gentle sound of waves lapping against the cliffs below. It's calm and peaceful, with a clear night sky above and every traitorous star blinking down at us.

The perfect spot to drop to my knees and worship the devil.

“So, what now?” Arya asks, stepping up beside me.

With a smirk, I peer down at her. “Now, your boyfriend pays up. He owes me for ruining a date.”

“Oh?” Her smile turns wicked as she steps closer, pressing herself to my chest. “And how exactly is he going to do that?”

“Mm, good question.” I lock eyes with Christian, who leans against my Ducati, watching us. There’s already an apparent bulge in his crotch, making my cock swell, and I settle my hands on Arya’s hips as I back her toward him. “I can think of a few ways.”

Christian hops onto my bike sideways, pulling her into his lap. “I promised him a good time, preciosa, and I always keep my promises, don't I?”

“Mm-hmm, always,” she nods, licking her lips when his hands slide down her thighs, parting them to either side of his knees. He grabs her jaw, turning her face for a kiss, and I lean in to press my lips along her exposed throat. She lets out a breathless moan, chest heaving as I trace my mouth down her collarbone before dipping my tongue between her tits.

A soft gasp stirs the air as Christian slips his hand between her legs, rubbing slowly. I bite the hem of her shirt, pulling it down until her breasts pop free, pink nipples pebbling in the air. Christian grabs one while I run my tongue over the other, making Arya whimper.

“Fuck, your girl is gorgeous,” I groan, sucking on a nipple.

A deep, satisfied hum leaves his throat. “Yeah, she is. Qué guapa, ¿no?”

I don't know what kind of kink Christian has, but the guy absolutely loves it when I praise his girlfriend. I've noticed it over the past few weeks since we've been on tour, and I can't deny that I've taken advantage of it. Making him horny seems to be the highlight of my day.

“So soft,” I whisper, rubbing my lips over her breast, “and sweet. I bet these beautiful tits aren't the only thing that tastes sweet.”

Arya moans, widening her legs to make room for me as I slowly slide my palms up her thighs. When my fingers brush against damp lace, she pushes her skirt up to her hips, and Christian tugs her panties to the side.

“Fuck,” I whisper, palming my cock over my sweats as I watch him play with her clit. “You gonna let me lick that pretty pussy, sweetheart?”

“Oh, god.” Her head falls back against Christian's shoulder as she writhes against his fingers.

Such a beautiful sight. But she's not who I want to serve.

Eyes on Christian, I fall to my knees at his feet like the sinful little altar boy that I am and pray to the only deity I know. The only one who still listens.

“Feed her to me, hot shot.”

Chapter Five

Christian