Theirs To Desire

TWELVE | WYATT

"Wyatt." The sound of Devyn's deep voice tugged at my soul, pulling me out of that dazed state. His face filled my vision as he leaned over me and gazed down with questioning eyes. As if having a brain of its own, my eyes assessed each and every edge of his face –– those deepest and rare shade of blue with a blend of silver, those high cheekbones with faint stubble covered jaw. To describe him in one word, he was f*****g beautiful!

"Are you f*****g out of your mind?"

I shuddered under the intensity of that new shrill voice and shot up hurriedly, my head bumping with Devyn's jaw in the process. I heard him taking a sharp breath and releasing a hiss but I was too focused on the painful buzz in my forehead to turn towards him.

"Wyatt, are you gay?"

Again that shrill voice rang around me, this time initiating from somewhere near. I groaned and rubbed my eyes to get a clearer vision and focused on the source of the voice. Almost instantly, I regretted rubbing off the traces of daydreams. It would be better, had I been blind at that moment.

"No, Emma, I'm not gay. And when we are on this, please wipe off that sour reaction from your face. No offense, but you look like you're in dire need of restroom."

Just when I finished my words, the snort that emerged from my right was enough to make me wish for the ability to lock my mouth.

I blinked and focused on her, our shared for the night, who was currently glaring holes in my head. She didn't give me a moment to open my mouth about commenting on her lack of clothes as in a blink she pushed me down against the plush black couch and straddled my waist before leaning over me, her alcohol mixed breathe fanning over my face.

"For the tenth time, I'm Emily, not Emma. And did you both just invite me over for wasting my time? I've been here for an hour and that asshole over there," she growled while pointing at Devyn, "is busy in his phone, and you're busy drooling over him!"

I got her point of anger. Not that I gave a s**t about it, but her frustration was justified.

I squirmed as my muscles coiled uncomfortably when her core rubbed against my already attentive member –– though his attention was on someone else than her.

Devyn. Him only.

A loud chuckle released from him as he came behind the girl and shot me a wink, before pulling her off my body. Almost instantly, a sigh of relief left me and I slumped back onto the sofa. He didn't waste his time and pulled her back to his front.

"Then let's make up for your lost time, shall we?" He whispered in her ear, making her inhale sharply.

It was amusing how easily she moved past her anger state and reacted highly when Devyn purposely moved his hands over the side of her naked body.

"Your preferences?" Devyn whispered against her ear while judging by the intensity of her visible shudder, the fucker was head-on into the game.

Still dazed, she whispered in a low voice, not bothering to tear her eyes open, "my preferences for what?"

"For us."

"Do I have more than one choice?"

Had the faintly glowing room not buzzing with charged sensations, I might have pitied the blonde head. This time she couldn't hold back that shaky groan as Devyn brushed over her midriff before sliding his hands over her pulsing core, "there’s here." Smirking over to me, he probed her opening while earning a disgruntled sound from her. "Then there's back here." At a swift yet calculated pace, he brought his hands to her lips and traced the edges. "In here." I followed his actions as his hands left her face and reached to her hands before he intertwined their fingers. "Your experienced hands." He dipped his face into the crook of her neck while finally resting his hands over her breasts. "Or you can hold us between these..."

"What do you want?" she asked breathlessly.

"No preference."

This time I couldn't hold back the sinister chuckle that escaped my mouth.

Devyn knew bloody well what he was doing. His eyes settled over to me as he silently commanded me to follow his eyes. I did. My hands instinctively wrapped around myself as his fingers thrust inside her without a warning, making her arc back with her mouth transforming into a perfect exotic shape.

All the while his eyes were only fixated on me. She was the mere prop of his, I was his attention. He commanded her, I complied with him.

She had his body, I had his heart.

##

"Wyatt?"

I blinked into the darkness as the inquiring voice sought me. Gazing around, I found Devyn standing at the steps of the bus while I was leaning against the window, gazing outside the starry night.

"What are you doing here alone? All okay?" He asked, climbing inside the bus.

I tucked my hands in my jeans' pockets and gave him a small, assuring smile. "I'm good. Just wanted some minutes alone."

At the same time, loud hootings rung outside, where our group had made a small bonfire. We had been on road for a whole day and it was now the time to enter our first venue city; Nashville. Our first live concert was to open the next day while to celebrate this start of a journey, we decided to host a small private bonfire party just outside the main city, with just our band group present.

The party, too, was in full swing outside. We had enough drinks and booze to accommodate the night. The speakers were queued around and the lightings had already been set by the security team. For those few hours from the evening to late-night, there was no competition, no looming pressure of the win or loss. Only a carefree celebration was there. A resolution that we will give our best.

Everything was going perfectly, everything was the same. Jules & Dex's bicker - banters, Lucas' annoyed comments, Devyn and my waves of laughter. We were happy in our small group. And we might have been the same, had the new members not replaced me.

I had slipped out quietly somewhere around midnight upon watching Ember that close to Devyn. No, they didn't bother me, but their closeness to each other did rise some of the buried wounds of my past. And I couldn't bear the sight without scratching and letting myself bleed.

I thought I was strong enough to move on from that one night from my past, but seeing Devyn so happy in Ember's arms, even my strength crumpled down.

"Wyatt, talk to me."

I jerked back when a hand gripped my shoulders. I didn't notice the lights filtering around, he must have switched them on when I was lost in my thoughts. Maybe noticing my flinch, Devyn stepped back, but his demeanour remained rigid.

I shook my head before replying, "nothing. Let's go outside." I tried to move past him but his hands curled around the collar of my black jacket and he pulled me back.

"If you think I'm going to drop this sudden change in you that easily, you're in for a wrong ride. I can bloody clearly see that defeat and acceptance in your eyes. You're giving on something, aren't you?" His eyes were accusing while he was breathing harshly. "And if my guess is correct, there is no bigger fool than you."

"I don't care, Devyn. I'm not giving up or shit... whatever." I moved aside and pushed his hands off. "I'm only focused on tomorrow's concert, nothing else."

From the look of his face, I took the hint that he would force me to relish those past events. And I was not strong enough to go through them anytime soon. Without pausing for once, I squared my shoulders and walked out of the bus, ignoring his calls from behind.

I knew if I remained in his company for long, I would have blurted out everything on my mind. I was also aware of the fact that Devyn was never going to judge me, but a part of me didn't want to burden him with my petty issues, again.

Determined to make out the good from the US tour, I joined the group with a genuine smile on my face; after how long? I didn't remember.

There was only one thing that dominated my mind at that moment; I couldn't go back into that depressing spiral of jealousy and hate again. And neither could I pull Devyn amid this all. He didn't deserve someone as f****d up as me. If he was happy with Ember, I would happily step down from my infatuation with him.

I was going to move on from my obsession with him. No thoughts pondered over, no excuses sought. It was a simple and straight plan that I was going to follow.

If only I had known what the future was holding for us three...