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How the fuck can I face him again when the urge to lick him all over becomes overwhelming?
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,”
“You’ll always be my River Blue,”
We laughed our asses off that night, getting sloppy drunk, and fucking on almost every surface of the house.
I’m about to get dicked down and hate fucked within an inch of my life.
“Now, I'm going to lick, drink, and suck—in that order. Don't move a muscle, baby.”
“Lie down,” he demands in a gravelly voice, pointing to the table. “And spread your legs like a good girl.”
his fingers wrap around my throat, and he drags me closer until we're nose to nose as he lightly squeezes, knocking the air from my lungs.
Uncontrollable gasps spill from my throat when Asher pours his tequila shot over my clit, and through my pussy, letting it flow straight into his mouth and drenching me completely.
“I'm going to eat you until you come at least two times on my tongue. I don't even care about Asher's come dripping out of you.”
“That’s a good girl,”
“You’re being such a good Little Brat,” he murmurs, fixing my legs, so they’re spread wide open.
“You’re mine now, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, swiping my hair over my shoulder and kissing my flesh.
“You’re leaving some behind,” he tsks while clucking his tongue, gathering it all up on his finger, and shoving it back inside.
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.
“It was nice-nice to get away,” Callum murmurs, kissing my cheek. “Nice to spend time with you.”
“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,” Kieran reiterates, shutting the back hutch after putting our bags inside.
“Shut it,” Asher playfully barks, leaning over the bench and taking Callum's head hostage with an evil grin. “What should I do to your lover boy, Little Brat?” he asks with a big wolfy grin, squeezing his arm around Callum's throat with a laugh.
“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.
