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Instead, he just turns his head to kiss my knuckles softly, shocking the fuck out of me. “Okay. Maybe it was more than just a fuck.”

I force a laugh through the sigh of relief pushing out of my lungs. “Damn straight. We probably should have put down a towel, though.”

Bending his legs back, I keep my gaze on my cock sliding out so I don’t have to look him in the eye. The moment I slip free, cum starts to leak from his hole, and any fear left inside of me instantly vanishes at the sight.

I groan, using the tip of my still-hard length to fuck my release back inside of him.

“Fuck,” he hisses, dropping his head onto the pillow. “You keep doing that, and I’m gonna need to come again.”

“Think you can?” I grin and grab onto his waist, preparing to fuck him for the second time tonight⁠—

When the bedroom door swings open.

“Seriously?”

Salem’s shout has us both freezing, and we turn simultaneously to see her standing in the doorway with her arms spread wide.

“You can’t even hold off for one weekend?” she snarls, marching in to grab her bag off the floor.

Devon snorts, his hole flexing around me. “Might want to change the sheets before you come to bed. Christian got cum on them.”

“So did you, motherfucker.”

She just huffs on her way out. “I’ll sleep in the living room with Tay and Huck. I swear to god, you two.”

Before she closes the door, she raises her phone to snap a picture of us and cackles when I try to go after her. But Devon doesn’t let me go far. He wraps his legs around me again, trapping me in place with a playful look on his face I’ve never seen before.

“Thought you were gonna make me come again?” he teases.

“Is that a challenge?”

A crooked smile and a kiss is the only reply I get.

My heart flops around in my chest, clogging my throat when I stare down at his clear eyes and mussed hair. Small red bites cover his collarbone from my teeth. Fuck, he’s beautiful.

That thought slams into me at full force, emptying my lungs with it.

This man caused so much damage last year, hurt everyone in this friend group numerous times, and yet he’s fucking breathtaking right now. What the hell is happening?

We start again, this time almost sweeter than the last, and as I make love to Devon for the second time tonight, I realize how much fucking trouble I’m in.

This is more than just friends. So much more than platonic feelings and two dudes getting each other off. It goes deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.

I may have spent my entire life chasing danger, but nothing has ever scared me quite like this.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

Devon

Taylor’s bike hits the dirt at full throttle, spitting dust. He crests a rise and pops the front tire clean off the ground, holding a wheelie before slamming back down.

Christian follows suit, taking the same hill and twisting midair just enough to make my stomach drop. They weave through the trail at top speed, cutting close to rock faces and dry washes, their engines screaming loud enough to echo off the canyon walls.

Salem keeps her camera on them, snapping shot after shot while Matty, Xed and Huck hike around with Hannah. They’d asked if I wanted to come along—at least, Xed did—but it hadn’t felt like a genuine offer, so I’d declined. Instead, I stand in the shade of a large saguaro and watch Christian tear it up with my hands in my pockets.

Last night was… a lot.

After we fucked again, we’d immediately fallen asleep. And this morning, Salem had barged in early as hell to announce our plans for the day. Gave me flashbacks from the tour last year, but with how rushed everything was, we haven’t had a chance to talk about what the sex meant.