Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

Nothing beats multiple partners at one time. Some call it being a whore, but I call it sexually freeing. Fuck the labels!

But this talk isn't the dirty talk I have in mind. I want him to slap my ass, call me a whore, and maybe a good girl. Not a fucking Central Girl.

"Good fucking girl,”

I bite my bottom lip, imagining what River would look like dangling her pussy above my face and me ready for a damn feast. What would she taste like coating my tongue? Probably fire and vanilla all mixed into one explosion of taste.

“Good boy,” I murmur, tapping his leg. “You can go now,” I say,

Seriously! Rad’s sporting tight jeans, leaving not-so-little Rad’s outline on display. Like holy eggplant in the pants, Batman.

“Christo!" she hisses, leaning close enough to examine my eyes. "You didn’t flinch…” She cocks her head, a grin exploding across her lush lips. "Worked for Dean." She shrugs.

By society’s standards, I’m one hundred percent a whore. But you know what? Society can suck my dick for all I care.

“Should I be worried?” I ask Callum out of the corner of my mouth. He snorts. “With him? Always.”

Touch them and die might be my new mantra.

Holy hotness, Batman.

But there are no complaints from me when we start another round of—Fuck River silly until she can't walk anymore—my favorite type of game.

“Hello, boys, my name is River West, and I’m your new band manager. Congratulations,” I say, cocking my head when various emotions cross their pale faces.