Page 34 of Bitter Notes
Secretly, I hope he falls asleep long before she walks into this room. She's mine. All fucking mine. I'll tattoo my name on her ass if that's what it takes. The last thing I want to do is fucking share her with anyone else. But I know Rad. A little too well.
The prospect of having her command my every move has me aching in my jeans. But it excites Rad more. Don't get me wrong; he likes to participate. But watching from a distance and getting himself off will suffice.
After seeing the knife against my junk, I'm sure he locked himself in his room for hours, pleasuring himself to the image. He moaned “Oh, River,” more times than I can count. Not that I was listening or anything. But that's what happens when we all hang out at their house, shooting the shit.
“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.”
My head jerks back at his comment. I'm two seconds from bashing his face in for even thinking about her like that. The imagery of him and her in public tingles my damn balls. She's mine. But maybe not just mine. River will go where I go; I'll make sure of that. I'll leash her if I have to and shove her in my damn trunk, kicking and screaming. Maybe Asher had a point with the whole—make her fall for all of us—thing. If she does, then she'll willingly help us and come with us whenever we can make it out of here.
“Just be careful,” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the carpet.
“Always careful,” Rad assures me with a sleepy yawn. “Can’t scare her off yet. Ash’s dumbass obviously has some plans for her.”
“Yeah,” I huff. “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,” I mumble, palming myself through my jeans.
“See,” he says, barking out a laugh. “It’s hot as fuck.”
I don’t raise my eyes when the office door opens and shuts, keeping my eyes on the carpet.
“Heya, Pretty Girl, fancy meeting you here. You ready to get naked?” Rad says with such enthusiasm I can’t help a snort. He must be awake now at the sight of her.
“I didn’t order an audience,” she says through a tired sigh.
“You’re tired,” I say, keeping my voice soft when her beat-up chucks come into view. I nearly cum in my pants when her fingers lightly brush through my hair, and shivers run down my back.
“And you’re kneeling,” she says, testing the waters and giving my hair a yank.
“Are you staying?” she asks Rad, but her voice only gives away the aching exhaustion she must be feeling.
“Oh my, Pretty Girl,” he purrs softly with excitement. The chair makes a squeaking sound, and his footsteps come toward us leisurely. I'm sure not to scare her off. “Only if you’ll have me,” he says in all seriousness. “Only if you want me to watch or touch you or whatever you want.” I can hear the grin on his lips and the sincerity in his voice. He’d leave if she wanted him to. He’d do anything she asked, and never without permission.
“Let us take care of you,” I mumble, pushing into her fingers. They tease through my hair in soft and gentle strokes, relaxing my entire body.
“Okay,” she whispers without hesitation.
Bravely, I sneak a peek through my lashes, watching as Rad overtakes her mouth and shoves his tongue down her throat, claiming what is his. Fury should build in my gut watching them together, but it doesn't. Watching him take what he wants turns me on even more.
River moans, tightening her other hand through his ridiculous mullet, pulling him flush against her body.
“Ah, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs against her lips with a pant. “You taste better than I’d ever imagined.”
I get harder when his hand drifts toward her tit, and he gently massages it through her shirt, earning small, sexy noises from her throat—the tip of his finger’s circles over her achingly hard bud, punishing it between his fingertips. Something I wish I could do right now, but I let her take the lead.