Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

“I need to be inside of you now.” Rad reaches over to his bedside table, flicking through the contents. Pulling out a condom, he carefully rolls it down his length and grips my waist tightly. “Next time, Pretty girl, I'm going raw. This time, we'll be careful,” he murmurs, sucking my nipple into his mouth and swirling the tip of his tongue around my hard bud. “I won’t have a barrier between us from this moment on.” Something wicked sparks in the depth of his deep brown eyes, sending shivers down my spine when he surges forward and enters me with one thrust. His words ring through my mind on repeat. Raw. Nothing between us. Fuck. My pussy flutters around him, and he groans. “Yeah, Pretty Girl. You like that, don’t you? I want my cum dripping out of you and down your legs.”

“Oh, f-fuck,” Callum gasps, pulling in and out with urgency, staring at the wetness coating his entire hand with wonder. “Use it, bro. Slather her pussy juices all over your dick, and then come on her ass while I come in her pussy.”

“River Blue,” I murmur, leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers. “Be a good girl and stay here. I’ll reward you later.”

“You’re trouble with a capital T, Little Brat. Be a good girl and stop licking your goddamn fingers in front of them. You really want to give them something to jack off to tonight?” My nose wrinkles, and I cut my eyes to the old men standing in a circle across the party. Some of them look this way but suddenly stop when they realize I’m watching. Asher’s breath brushes against my cheek when he chuckles. “Will you?” I ask suddenly, jerking my face to his and nearly kissing him.

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

“You say the word, and we’ll destroy his existence,” Asher says in a—fuck with me and find out—tone, pulling my eyes to his. “No one fucks with what is ours.” He raises a brow, daring me to argue. Fuck with what’s ours? This again? I swear to God I’m going to wake up with a tattoo on my forehead that says Property of Whispered Words, and then I’m going to start throwing hands and breaking balls.

“I am a big girl. But I don’t need someone telling me what I can and can’t do. You’re not my daddy,” I growl, inching closer to Asher, who grins wider. “Yeah? And who says I’m not?” he huskily asks, knocking me back to my feet. I swear my face heats ten million degrees, and then he fucking winks at me. “Call me daddy, Little Brat, and see what happens.”

“For fuck’s sake, Little Brat,” he gasps, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “You remember what I said, right? What happens when you call me daddy?” he murmurs, inching his face close to mine. Asher looms over me, bringing our bodies closer and closer together until my back hits a wood support, and he cages me in, examining my eyes. I don’t know what he sees behind them, but he grins, exposing all his teeth. “I am very fucking proud. Maybe you’ll get a reward later,” Asher murmurs, inching closer until his soft lips land on my cheek, awakening the butterflies in my stomach. “But stop calling me daddy,” he says against my flesh, verbally pleading with me. “Or you won’t like the consequences.”

“Pretty Girl. I’ve got a new shirt for you,” Rad says, trying and failing to hold back his grin while holding up a dark shirt that says: Property of Whispered Words.

“After this, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it,” Rad pants, raising his brow until I nod. “Good girl.”

“Are you ready for the carnival after this, Little Brat?” he asks, looking off in the distance at the enormous Ferris wheel lighting up the now darkened sky with its red, blues, and yellows. “The carnival?” I gaze over at the carnival rides in full swing. Asher smirks, tilting his head at me. “Oh, yes. The carnival. We’ll let loose after this. Besides, I have plans for you,” he rasps, eyeing me up and down.

“This last song goes out to a very special girl,” Kieran says, side-eyeing me from the side of the stage with a knowing grin. “We have a new song for you all! It’s called: The Roaring River.”

“Pretty Girl,” Rad whispers breathily, running his lips up my jawline. “If you beat her ass, I’ll pound your ass so hard you’ll forget your name. Whattya say?”

Who’s the trash here? Because it’s definitely not me. I’m the mother fucking queen, and it’s about damn time someone knocked her off her high horse. I volunteer as the damn tribute because this bitch is two seconds away from meeting the special piece in my pocket.

“It’s about damn time you know your place,” Kieran says, moving my hair over my shoulder. “You’re the fucking queen of Whispered Words, understand? And next time, knock her teeth loose,” he chuckles, kissing the side of my lips. Callum’s face blooms red, and he shyly takes my hand, squeezing our fingers together. “You’re-you’re the queen, Little Star.” His eyes drop to the pavement, fluttering, his long lashes fanning his cheek. “Now, let’s pack up our shit, and then let’s go take a ride,” Asher smirks knowingly, cocking his head. “You’d like a ride or four, right, Little Brat?”

“Be a good little brat and take your panties off for me,” he whispers with demand, wrapping his long fingers around my throat. My breath shudders when he takes control, tightening his hold around my throat and squeezing until my heartbeat pounds against his palm. “Take them off, and I’ll let them fuck you,” he whispers an inch from my lips, teasing me with the tip of his tongue. “Make. Me,” I hiss in defiance, begging Asher to yank down my shorts and panties and hate fuck me into oblivion.

“You are wet for us, aren’t you? Do you want them to fuck you, Little Brat? Do you want their cocks so deep inside you that you feel them for the next few days?” Asher whispers, loosening his grip on my throat.

“Turn around,” Rad says, twirling his finger. “Put your ass in the air and let me finally fuck my pussy raw.” Possession seizes his voice, knocking it into a low growl.

“You remember what I said before, right, Pretty Girl? There will never be a barrier between us ever again. There hasn’t been for three weeks, and now is no exception,” he rasps, collecting my hair into his fist, and pulling my back against his chest. “You’re the only one I’ve gone raw with,” he breathes into my neck. “The only one I want to feel pulsating around my bare cock.”

“Your pussy feels like a fucking vise around my cock. You’re going to milk every damn ounce of my cum. You got that? I’m going to spill so hard,”

“My turn,” Rad says, ramming into me so hard I double over, coming all over his cock. “Fuck,” he shouts, digging his teeth into my shoulder and coming deep inside me with a shout. “You feel that, Pretty Girl?” he whispers in my ear as his fingers roam over my naked body. Squeezing my breast, he groans, slowly pulling out. “That’s what marks you as mine. No matter how far you get, I’ll always find you.”

“We’re almost to the bottom,” Ash says in a lazy tone, standing beside me. He grins, holding up my come-filled panties, dripping with his essence onto the floor between us. “Now, for being such a damn brat, you’re going to put this back on. You’re going to wear it home and remember what happens when you disobey me. Next time, I’ll bend you over my knee, spank your ass raw, and then fuck your tight hole.”

“Yay! Tiny Tots Tessa,” Rad mumbles, running a hand down his face with irritation. “I bet she’d volunteer as tribute.” All the air leaves Rad’s lungs when Ash’s elbow meets his gut, and he huffs. “Not cool, bro. You almost hit the little dangling Rads.” “I’d rather you bite off my dick and then feed it to me after you grill it like sausage than ever dip my dick into that,” he grits out, standing rigidly when she approaches with a big smile. “I’d fuck Little Brat for forty-eight hours straight on Viagra, chance chafing and dick pains than ever fuck that,”

“What can I say? I’m a fucking sucker for musicians. My heart…” “And pussy,” she snickers, interrupting me. “As I was saying. My heart just can’t stay away. I don’t know what it is. They’re protective, gentle, and they’re… fucking hot, and hell, dynamite in the sheets. And fuck. I’m so fucked, Odes. Pull me away from them,”

“I told you, Little Brat. No one touches what’s ours.” He gives me a firm nod, squeezing my wrist with reassurance. “Whoever you need me to beat, I’ll fucking end them.”

“I’ll bury him in acid and laugh as his bones disintegrate,”

“I want to fuck you, Little Star. I want this memory to live with me for the rest of my life. I want to see this… your face when you come… and remember the feel of your pussy wrapped around my dick. It's you, River. I've been waiting for you,”

“I need you. I'm ready, Little Star. Please! Please fuck me. I've dreamed-dreamed of this moment for months. Since the moment I saw you… I knew. I want to remember this until the day I die. I'm yours, Little Star,” he breathes his confession against my lips, grunting when I take him in my hands and line him up. “I’m yours,” he breathes again, barely above a whisper, staring deep into my eyes. “You're good with no condoms?” I ask with hesitation, eyeing him as he nods without hesitation. “Yes, Little Star. I want you raw. I want to feel the flutters of your pussy when I finally settle inside you. Please, do it now. I'm so desperate—”

“God, you're doing amazing, Callum. Just like that!” I moan, arching my back when a searing fire brews in my lower abdomen, flaring heat through my limbs and down to my curling toes. “Come,” he grunts with force, demanding me. “Come around my dick, River. Please. I want to feel you flutter around me, Little Star.”

“I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life. I’m going to flood your pussy with so much come, and you’ll feel me leaking out of you for a week.”

Asher drunkenly frowns, takes a swig of the last bottle of straight tequila, and shakes his head. “I'm not getting naked with you,” he scoffs, wrinkling his nose. “Aw! Come on, man! Live a little. Those who get naked together get pussy together! You need to loosen up and get some,” Rad whines,

“Little Brat. You have three seconds to crawl to me. I won’t tell you again.” “And if I don't?” I ask, getting to my feet on the other side of the table and placing my palms against the cold wood. My palms are slick with sweat, and my heart pounds a crazy beat inside my chest when his eyes narrow at my reaction. “Then you won't sit right for a week.” He stares with no emotion, drumming his long fingers against the tabletop. “Come here,” he rasps, desperation leaking into his tone. “I want my fucking dessert.”

“Good little brats get rewards,” he whispers against my cheek, and I whimper around the lime, begging for more contact. “Now, I'm going to lick, drink, and suck—in that order. Don't move a muscle, baby.”

“This has been building for days. I won't last long, so come for me, Little Brat. Come all over my cock and show me how much you love it when I fuck you hard enough to leave bruises,”

“Good girl,” he praises between breaths. “Now, let the others enjoy our pussy.” I shiver when he pulls away, moving to the chair across from my face, and sits back with his hands behind his head. “I'll give you one hour, and then, I'm taking you again,”

“So, do you understand now?” Rad asks, twisting me until my back hits the cold metal of the vehicle. “Understand what?” I ask, raising a brow. “That you're ours. Forever. There's no getting away from us now.” He grins, not giving me a moment to argue when his lips descend on mine, and his tongue eats my answer. “Exclusively ours,”

“Whispered Words promised me the world, and then they turned their back on me.”

“You make them pay,” she sniffles on my shoulder. “Make them regret ever fucking around with you, okay?” “Believe me, Ode. By the time I'm done with Whispered Words, they won't know their ass from their elbows. Anyway, I know how. I'll fucking destroy them,”

“If this is a bloodbath, I’m claiming insanity and blaming you two,” I quip, narrowing my eyes at my brothers. “Fucking worth it,” Seger says, barking out a laugh. “I’ll get the fucking popcorn while you obliterate them into submission.”

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