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“Yeah, it was,” I agree, but my voice has no bite. Might be a little raspy, in fact.

“So go ahead.” Devon smiles dryly as he throws his arms wide. “Lay into me. I deserve it. Tell me everything about me I already know so we can call it a night. I'm tired.”

I study him lengthily, taking in the stubble on his cheeks and the barbell between his brows. There are bags beneath his eyes like he hasn't been sleeping well, and I can’t help but feel like I'm partially to blame for that, too. “I don't wanna fight with you, Dev.”

“Then what do you want?”

Blowing out a breath, I get to my feet and face him. My denim jacket slides off my arms—not the leather one he won't give back—before I pull my shirt over my head.

“Here's what I want.” Slowly undoing my jeans, I hold his gaze as I let them fall to the floor. “Morning comes fucking early, and I have to be at Taylor's house before the sun rises. We're gonna get each other off and then go to sleep.”

Devon's eyes widen into saucers. “We are?”

“Yep.” Now in nothing but the jockstrap I wear when I'm riding, I crawl onto the bed, straddling his thighs. “I don't know about you, but an orgasm always puts me to sleep.”

“Fuck, the way you look in that thing,” he groans, reaching for my waist.

“Keeps my junk safe when I land a jump.”

Leaning in, he hums and brushes his nose against the side of my neck. I won't lie… it feels fantastic.

“You smell like dirt and engine oil,” he murmurs into my throat.

A laugh bursts out of me. “You pick up all the ladies with that one? Telling them they smell like dirt?”

“It's sexy on you. Reminds me what you do for a living.”

“Sexy, huh?”

“Yeah. Dirt bikes are sexy.”

“Well, I planned on showering once I get to California, so probably no head tonight. Unless sweaty dick tastes good.”

“Sometimes,” he grins, making my chest do that weird flipping shit that happens every time he smiles. “But you could always suck mine instead.”

That makes me pause as I drop my gaze down to the blanket still trapped between us. Obviously, I’ve thought about it. The memory of Owen on his knees still makes me irrationally angry, especially because the little fucker got to taste Devon before I did. Unfair.

“You're huge, though,” I mumble, dragging the blanket down to find him wearing nothing but his underwear. Brand new underwear that isn't mine. Which also pisses me off.

“It's just a blowjob, hot shot,” he chuckles. “Not like I'm fucking you.”

I hiss when he brushes a thumb over my nipple, but honestly, it's more from the thought of his huge cock in my ass—piercing and all.

Jesus, he'd rip me apart with that thing, and I refuse to acknowledge how hard my dick gets thinking about it.

“Alright.” Sliding down his legs, I settle between them. He widens his thighs to make room, but when I glance up at his face, I'm met with the most baffled expression. “What? Why you looking at me like that, fool?”

He drags a hand through his hair with a disbelieving laugh. “That's it? Just alright? You're not nervous to suck a guy off for the first time?”

Shrugging, I snort and curl my fingers around the waistband of his underwear. “It's just a dick, not a snake. What's it gonna do, bite me?” His length pops out once I've got his boxer-briefs down, but I frown when I see it limp. “Why aren't you, like, hard? Or whatever?”

Damn, I'm practically digging a hole into the mattress with my boner and he's not even sporting a chub.

“It's not you,” Devon assures quickly, winding his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes it… takes a minute. Now that I'm sober.”

“What do you need to get it up, then?”

A small huff leaves his throat as he looks away, almost sheepishly. “I, uh, I don't know.”