Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

When the first note fills the tension-filled room, every woman's panties in a five-hundred-foot radius disintegrate into thin air, and the crowd goes wild. Poof! Panties be gone! Mine included.

Kieran and I grew up together in the trenches of Central City. Once neighbors, now—he stares at me like we weren't friends hiding under the stars, talking about our tiny lives.

"Thanks a bunch," I say sarcastically with a sugary, sweet grin. Stay professional. Stay fucking professional.

It's happened a few times with other bands that passed through. They gave me the best two hours of my life—or, let's be honest, the best night of my life—and then they were on their way out the door with a thank you, ma’am. That’s the beauty of it, though. I got mine. They got theirs—multiple times. Threesomes. Foursomes. Hell, even some fivesomes. It didn't fucking matter. Freedom liberated every inch of me. Oh, and the orgasms were nice, too. Nothing beats multiple partners at one time. Some call it being a whore, but I call it sexually freeing. Fuck the labels!

“Yeah,” he groans, getting in my face. “I think we can do business, but not in the future. Right now. We have some fucking business to finish.”

“Fuck, River Blue,” he grunts, squeezing harder. “Where have you been?” he whispers again, shaking his head. "I can't believe… It didn't even cross my mind that it was you. The girl from my past." “Where I've always been,” I moan when he kneads my entire tit in his hand like dough. “You were the one who left without a word.” Hurt leaks into my voice, and he stops, pressing his forehead into my shoulder. "You didn't even say goodbye." "Let me make it up to you, then," he murmurs against my neck. "Let me show you how much I've missed you."

“Good girl. That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “You’re going to take my cock, River Blue. And you’re going to cum all over it again and again."

“I have a fucking name, River,” he whispers my name into my ear like a fucking prayer he's preparing to chant for eternity. “And I want you to fucking scream it. Say it with me,” he grunts, rolling on the condom with one hand, securing my hair, and keeping me still with the other. He kicks my feet apart, forcing my ass to arch into the air even more. “Say it. Say, Kieran. Say my name, the one you used to. I want to hear it fall from your lips,” he says through clenched teeth, rubbing the tip of his dick through my folds, sending a thrill of shivers down my spine. “Say it, for the love of all things holy, River! Say my goddamn name so I can fuck you over this desk.”

“That’s right, scream it for the entire bar to hear,” he grunts, slamming his hips against mine repeatedly until the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the office above my loud moans. "Let them know who's giving you the best fuck of your life."

"We are far from fucking done," he hisses, snapping his gaze to me. "None of this is over," he gestures between us. "I'll be seeing you, River Blue West."

One day, I'll show my girl how to use those fists against everyone who decides to put their hands on her.

Now, I want her back, no matter the cost. This may be the only way I can have her without getting any grief. I'll make her mine. I swallow hard. “River West isn’t some dude,” I say on exhale. River West is my River Blue. Mine.

River Blue isn't the same girl I left eleven years ago. She's a fiery fucking treat, and I want another bite of what's mine. And this time, I'm playing for keeps.

“I can make my sorry up to you later,” he whispers directly in my ear, fingers brushing up the inside of my thigh, daring to go further. I swallow hard when he stands even closer to me, fingers working beneath the tethered ends of my shorts. “Or now,” he murmurs. I clutch the counter's edge until my knuckles turn white and nod my head in agreement. I’m taking back what I want, and what I want is his fingers inside me. “I’d much rather you boss me around and tell me you want to ride my face, but this will do for now, yeah?”

“You think he’d get jealous? I think he would. 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,”

“Don’t make any plans,” he all but demands with a possessive growl, spearing right through me. “Fine.” I shrug like he didn’t make my pussy fucking gush at the sound of his growl. “But you better up your game, Richy.” He scowls at the nickname, shaking his head. “It’s Kieran, not Richy,” he mumbles. “Yeah, I’m River, not your River Blue or whatever other nicknames you can think of. Remember that. In fact, if you are so inclined, get on your damn knees and worship me next time we meet. I’d be highly disappointed if you didn’t. How’s that for taking charge?” I demand, putting the bills into the register and shoving the change into my pocket. “You’ll always be my River Blue,” he says with a smirk. “And I’ll make good on that.”

Van comes back through the door with determination etched on his face as he marches up to me. “Don’t trust those assholes,” he grits his teeth. “Whatever they say to you, they’re lying,” he says, slamming a fist onto the counter. “Believe me, they’ll screw you over faster than you can count to three, Rivey,”

So, the boys think they’re getting into my daddy’s record company through me? That’s laughable at best. But let’s see them try. I won’t let my feelings get in the way. All I’m here for is a good time.

I lost myself for eleven years, and now, I’ve found myself once again. I will do anything to have River by my side, even if it means kidnapping her to wherever we end up. I’ve only just found her, and I won’t lose her.

Next stop, I’ll kneel in her office, awaiting her every instruction. She can grip me by the balls and tell me to squawk like a chicken, and I’d do it if she lets me inside her again.

That’s right, River Blue—eyes on me, baby.

“That’s right, Donnie Boy,” I interrupt, leaning over Asher to get a better view of the laughable rage consuming Van’s twisted face. “You see, it isn’t your name she screams anymore. It’s mine. My fingers were just knuckle deep in her tight pussy as she came all over them. And my teeth mark her skin as fucking mine. You leave my River alone. You have no rights over her. Not anymore. You lost those privileges. She. Is. Mine,”

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.

“Just Ash,” Asher barks out of nowhere, folding his arms across his chiseled chest. He snarls at each of them and finally settles his evil-looking eyes on me. I swear he’s possessed by a demon or something. “The power of Christ compels you,” I murmur under my breath, flinging fake holy water in his direction. “Did you just?” Rad murmurs through sputtering laughter, doubling over until he’s a wheezing mess and wiping tears from his eyes.

“See you later, River,” Kieran mutters, a slight tilt lifting the edges of his lips like he knows something I don’t. “I’ll be kneeling for you,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “I’ll see you after your shift. Don’t be late.”

“I’ll calm down when they stop staring at what’s mine,” he grunts, pouring mouthfuls of beer down his throat. “Ours,” Rad reminds him with a drunken grin. “You think she’ll let me join you in the office tonight? I can keep her quiet when you rail her from behind. God, just imagine the gag I could make her.”

“I really need to invest in holy water. Did your demon disappear?” My eyes pop wide when she suggests…. I’ve been... “I’m not possessed, you little brat,”

“The power of Christ compels you,” she murmurs, side-eyeing me with furrowed brows. “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.

“If I ever catch you talking to, touching, or even thinking about her, I’ll rip your scrotum in half. Fucking leave before I do it,” Kieran hisses,

“Hopefully soon and on my face,” I mumble, shifting my knees and trying to get comfortable. It's only been five minutes since she waltzed back into the bar, and we came here. “Mmm,” he hums, “just like she did at the record store. God, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to take her out in public and make her come around my cock.”

“And as much as I don’t want to admit it, his plan is pretty solid. But he didn’t account for one thing.” “Yeah? And what’s that?” Rad asks, stifling a yawn behind his hand. “Me,” I say in a demanding voice, curling my fingers into fists. Rad chuckles. “Yeah, that’s my Kieran,” he says softly. “We’ll make sure our pretty girl doesn’t get heartbroken. She’ll come with and give me a shit ton of Radalicious babies.” I snort. “Babies, dude?” “You heard me,” he slurs, tripping over his tongue. “Just imagine her tits.” He sighs like he’s dreaming about the day he can knock her up, and fuck, it’s not a bad idea. “We’re not knocking her up, dickbag. That’s just…” I trail off when images of her in my bed with my cum leaking from her pussy, and my fingers pushing it back in. “Fuck,”

“You want to fuck him hard? Fuck his face? Hell, fuck my face for all I care. Let us take you to pleasure town.”

“Turn around and let me fuck your pussy until you cum again, but we have to let Rad watch, yeah?”

“This will be fast and hard,” I say through gritted teeth, rolling the condom on my length. “I don’t know how much more I can hang on. You’re a fucking goddess. But don’t think this will be the last time my cock sinks into your pussy.” I groan when I push myself to the hilt, trying to think of anything but her clamping around me. “Now, are you going to leave him hanging?” I ask, stilling before I thrust again. Her eyes bounce up toward Rad when he sinks to his knees on the carpet. “I can watch if you want,” he says, running a finger down her jaw when she digs her fingers into the floor. “I may be an asshole, but I’d never force you to...” “I want to,” she says with demand. “You’re going to have to gag me anyway.”

River West will either be our ruination or our fucking salvation—I haven’t decided which yet.

“You-you’re serious?” I whisper frantically, stroking myself harder and harder until the need to come rears its beautiful head again, and I’m ten seconds away from blowing all over River’s chest. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t. That’s all you’re comfortable with, right?” I nod because, yeah, as much as I want to jam my cock down her throat and paint her with it, I can’t do that yet. My stupid mind holds me back. “Then I want you to cum all over me.”

“Do not make me get out of this car, drag your ass in here, and then spank it raw for being so goddamn defiant!” Asher snarls out the window, throwing the Tahoe into park, and opening the door with a growl. "If you make me get out of this car, I will punish you."

“Next time, listen,” Asher growls, throwing the car into drive and slamming on the brake. Taking hold of her jaw, he leans in with a vicious glare, declaring one last promise. "Or you'll receive more than an ass slap, baby brat. I'll make you sorry for ever defying me." “I. Will. Fucking. Stab. You,” she growls with such malice my balls shrivel in my pants. Asher laughs, leaning in more, and examines her hate-filled eyes. "Maybe I'd like that, brat. But for now, I'm taking you home."

“Now, where do you live? I’ll do my gentlemanly duties for the night and escort you home. I can’t have my future girlfriend dying at the hands of that guy,” Asher growls,

I’m talking my soul dick. The dick that lives deep inside of me, not literally. So, suck my aura dick, society, and leave the name-calling out of your mouth.

“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.”

“Pretty Girl, it’s not nice to punch people out of bed. You interrupted an amazing dream. You and me and the rest of the guys naked on the beach with sand in places we shouldn’t speak of. But you were about to give me a sandy pussy sandwich, and then you pushed me out of bed,”

“Is he serious?” I stage whisper to Callum, who pulls my body into his and huffs into my neck. “Unfortunately,” he grumbles, sounding half asleep. Rad frowns, bumping his own fist, and sighs. “You all left me hanging. It’s rude. So, what are we doing today? Obviously, my girlfriend is not killing herself at work. So… what should we do?” I sigh, putting an arm over my eyes. “I’m not your girlfriend, Rad.” “You can say that and believe it, but no matter what you say, you’re mine. If another man besides my best friends even approaches you, I’m gouging their eyes out and wearing them as trophies,”

“Callum, help,” I pout, crossing my arms. I sigh when Callum stands tall, stretching his long arms above his head. Every inch of his body stretches, pulling his muscles taut and extenuating them. I nearly drool at the sight of all his tattoos until he throws his shirt on and covers them. A small smile pulls at his lips when his gray eyes meet mine. “He’s pretty hot, right?” Rad says, throwing his arm over my shoulders. “You’d never guess all those tats were hiding on that virgin body.” I stiffen, but Rad continues his rant. “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…”

“You two live together?” My head jerks back when Rad stares at me like I’m an idiot. “My house,” Callum murmurs, shuffling his feet on the floor. Rad shrugs, pulling me toward my closet. “Of course, we do. We always live in roommate bliss. All right, Pretty Girl. Time to get on those sexy booty shorts and a tight shirt. We’re going to the dirt bike track so I can show you off. And if anyone asks, you are my girlfriend. Slimy fuckers will try to steal you away. I even have a sign that says, ‘I suck Rad’s dick when he wins’ for motivation,” he rambles more, rifling through my closet. “Because that would definitely make me smoke those suckers. The last thing they’ll see is my ass when I beat them.”

“You say that now. But what’s mine is mine, and you’re fucking mine. You know Kieran suggested putting a tattoo on your ass, and I’m kinda agreeing. It’ll say Property of Rad. The other three can fight it out for you.” He shakes his head like what I said was ridiculous, and I give up. “I could think of other places to put that tattoo,” Callum whispers, lifting the hairs on the back of my neck.

That tight, lacy, black top I had her wear makes her boobs jiggle with every step. The stark image of my face, motorboating her titties, comes to mind, and I know what I’m doing tonight. That and teaching Cal a little thing or two in the bedroom. Tonight, I’ll cook dinner on the grill like a sophisticated gentleman and then motorboat my girl. Hashtag—goals. Hashtag—adulting.

“I gotta get my prize, and then… it’s tongue town for you, Pretty Girl. I’m going to suck your clit so hard you’re going to cum in my mouth,” I murmur in her ear, starting up the bike. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“You good, Pretty Girl? Can I stick my fingers in your pussy and make you come on my bike?”

“I'll be over here,” he whispers, pointing to the beat-up recliner in the corner. “Oh, no, you don't. This is a teachable moment, dude. Lay down,” Rad says, pointing to the bed. “But-but, I…” Callum turns such a dark shade of red I almost swear he's going to run away. “No buts, well, maybe hers,” Rad chuckles, and I swat him in the chest. “Just lay down. You want to learn the logistics of fucking? Then you need to be deep in the trenches when I fuck her,” Rad says in a no-nonsense tone. “Watch as I fuck our girl and learn a little something.”