Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

Some call it being a whore, but I call it sexually freeing. Fuck the labels!

He shakes his head, scratching under his nose again, and recoils. With furrowed brows, Van discreetly licks along the wet spot on his hand and jerks back, staring daggers in my direction, but remains rooted in place.

“Why the fuck are you undressing? Again?” Ash asks, turning to Rad, who sits completely naked on his stool behind his drums, minus the combat boots secured to his feet. “The boys gotta breathe, bro. It’s hot, and my balls are cooking inside my jeans,”

“Do not make me get out of this car, drag your ass in here, and then spank it raw for being so goddamn defiant!”

If another man besides my best friends even approaches you, I’m gouging their eyes out and wearing them as trophies,”

Since River came into the picture, our band dynamic has drastically changed. But for the good? Or bad? How much more damage can she inflict before we implode and throw our dreams away?

“My pretty girl needs a nice massage and a dose of penis-cyclin.”