Bitter Notes (Second Sets, #1)

by Aly Beck

“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.

Society can suck my dick for all I care. And I know, I know. People love to remind me I don’t have a dick, but I’m not talking about the flesh flute hanging between my legs. 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.

“First off, I don’t even want to know what a sandy pussy sandwich is,” I say, shaking my head. “Second off…” “How’d I get in your room?” he asks with an enormous grin, climbing to his feet. “You all ask the same questions. How’d you get into my room? Why’re my panties in your pockets? They’re not, by the way. No panties in here,” he says, lying through his teeth when he pats his bulging pocket. “But the answer is always the same. You summoned me with your mind.” He grins, tapping the side of his head.