Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

Fun fact, Van never got over the girl they forced him to leave. But you don’t belong to Van Drake anymore. The truth is you never did. He was a pathetic excuse of a placeholder. Naw, my sweet River Blue, you belong to me. Always have. Always fucking will,”

Van discreetly licks along the wet spot on his hand

Oh my God lol

When one dick disappoints, move on to the next one for a better ride?

We may not always like each other. But we’re fucking brothers. As long as we have this. The chords. The melodies. And the words, we have it all—even River in the future.

We'll never make it back to her apartment with Asher at the wheel. “Psychopath,” I mumble, pulling myself from the floorboards with a groan. Pain radiates up my tailbone, and I shake my head, locking my seatbelt. “Seatbelts,” I reprimand, tugging on my belt.

So funny

“Since the accident, only one thing has kept me sane. Until today, though, I’ve discovered there are now two things that chase away the monsters haunting my mind and grant me peace.” “Yeah?” I whisper as he leans in close, bumping his nose against mine. “Yeah,” he confirms, brushing his lips against mine and holding my body close. “You,” he whispers with a shaky breath, breaking me with his confession. “And music.”

“He’s had a needle before he’s had pussy; it’s a tragedy. Will you fix that for him, Pretty Girl? Will you be the first penis fly trap to grab hold of his trouser snake…” I slap my hand over his mouth, shaking my head.

Rad lol

“You just keep eating, Pretty Girl. I'll hide this boner somehow. Unless you want to sit on my lap and talk about the first thing that pops up.” He doesn't take his eyes off me even when I set the cleaned bone on my paper plate. “Then we could play just the tip. Or hide the hotdog. Or maybe…”

I love him

“We got you, Pretty Girl, okay? That’s what boyfriends are for. And lucky for you, you have four.”

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,”