Page 21 of Second Sets Omnibus

It turns out, ole mommy and daddy didn’t like him hanging out with the trash—me. Can you see why now I want to escape this stupid town and never look back? He comes in here every so often, giving me those big brown eyes, and I fail almost every time. Somehow, we always end up naked and panting, hiding in my boss’s office for a quickie.

But not today. And never again.

I’m so tired of being second-rate pussy that he’s too embarrassed to be seen in public with. Especially after he tore my damn heart out because mommy and daddy said so. Besides, the person I really want is rubbing his fingers up and down my leg. Even though I threatened him with a knife to the balls, he’s still as bold as they come. And I want another piece. You see, I’m not after love or affection because everyone around me leaves me, including Kieran. I’ll take good dick, maybe some dinner, but that’s it. No love is in the cards for this gal.

“Donavan Drake, huh? So, you’re the girl that sent Judge Drake into an uproar?” Ash asks, watching Van pace the second floor.

I scrunch my nose. “Yeah, I’m not discussing that with you,” I mumble because I’d rather choke on bleach than open myself up to a room full of bullies I went to high school with.

Rad whistles. “Man, his dad was on a damn rampage a year ago, going on about some Central chick who had trapped his son,” he says, moving a piece of hair from my forehead. “That was you, wasn’t it?”

I frown, thinking back to the hot and heavy nine months we spent together. Nine months of filthy sex. Passion. And what I thought was love. And then a hole in my heart.

“I don’t know how I trapped him,” I say, using rabbit ears over the word trapped. “We dated, had a good time, and then he tucked his tail when mommy and daddy said no.” My voice lowers when my eyes connect with his from the second level. A paleness takes over his tanned features, and he averts his eyes, looking ill. That’s right, buddy, I figured you out. He’s in love with me but refuses to acknowledge it.

“Informative,” Ash says, rubbing his chin, looking toward the sun beaming through the tall front windows.

“Informative?” I huff back, shaking my head.

“Just like I said,” he replies with a smirk, nodding his head to the other boys and gesturing to them at the front door.

“Buzzkill,” Rad murmurs with disappointment but quickly produces a smile. “See ya tonight, Pretty Girl! Make sure you make me a nice Pina Colada, my favorite.” He winks, hopping over the tall counter easily.

“Give me a second,” Kieran says in a soft voice right in my ear as the others walk out.

“You can go with them, Knight,” I say dismissively, fiddling with my earbud.

Despite the distractions around me, I made it through my first class. Granted, I was barely listening to his nasally voice. I huff, closing my laptop and pushing it aside. I don’t have anotherone until later, so I’ll do the same thing then, too. Work while listening, and hopefully, there won’t be any distractions.

“I can make my sorry up to you later,” he whispers directly in my ear, fingers brushing up the inside of my thigh, daring to go further. I swallow hard when he stands even closer to me, fingers working beneath the tethered ends of my shorts. “Or now,” he murmurs.

I clutch the counter's edge until my knuckles turn white and nod my head in agreement. I’m taking back what I want, and what I want is his fingers inside me.

“I’d much rather you boss me around and tell me you want to ride my face, but this will do for now, yeah?” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over my ear.

“That’s it then, huh?” I gasp when he hits my bundle of nerves with his fingertips. I lick my lip when he nods into my neck, and I sigh. “Then what are you waiting for? You have four seconds to get me off before Van comes downstairs with his brother and sees what you’re doing.”

“Maybe I want him to see what I’m doing?” Kieran says, rubbing his fingers over my clit in a frantic circle, bringing my orgasm closer and closer to the surface. Fire brews hotter in my stomach, spreading out through my veins. My toes curl in my Chucks, and goosebumps erupt everywhere, despite the heat filling every molecule of my body. “You think he’d get jealous? I think he would. 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,” he murmurs into the curve of my neck with such possession that it ties my tongue into knots. I want to yell at him. I am my own fucking woman, and I don’t need him. Not after he left me. But nothing seems to come off my heavy tongue except heavy breaths.

My mouth hangs open, and my nails dig into the meaty flesh of his forearm, gripping him so hard I rip my index nail in half. “Fuck him,” I grunt, moving my hips with his movements. “Make me come, Kieran,” I whisper with desperation, giving in to the euphoric feeling taking over and leaning the back of my head against his shoulder. “And do it quickly,” I beg when his teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder, creating such a delicious pain, stars burst behind my eyelids. A silent scream leaves my lips when the feeling finally wrecks through me.

My pussy clamps around his fingers, and I hold back the scream lodged in my throat. As much as I want to yell it out and let Van hear my pleasure, I hold it back. My breaths come down as soon as their footsteps sound on the metal staircase and head our way.

“Better?” he asks, licking along the wound he created.

“Good boy,” I murmur, tapping his leg. “You can go now,” I say, eyeing Van, talking to his brother in a low voice. He holds two records in his hands and has a smile on his face.

“I think I’ll stay for the show,” he says with a chuckle, eyeing the two boys.

“Well, you can remove your damn fingers from my pussy,” I say through gritted teeth, earning me another chuckle when he does.

“Van,” Kieran says, reaching across the counter with the very hand that was knuckle deep inside me.

My eyes widen in horror at his glistening fingers, soaked to the bone with my pussy juices, grasping onto Van’s in a weird bro handshake. They shake for a brief second, exchanging a few words.

“Nice to see you, man. I haven’t seen you around the circuit anymore. Your band not playing anymore?” Kieran asks, moving my long strands from the side of my neck and drifting them down my back, seeming to have any excuse to touch me. Hell,maybe he is a stalker, and I’m the willing little prey eating up his touch.

“Uh, nah. We kind of gave that up a year ago. College and all that got in the way.” Van shrugs with a cocky smirk, quickly dropping away when his eyes zero in on the exposed part of my neck. He swallows hard, huffing a breath. “Parents wouldn’t stop nagging me to give it up and focus on the future. So, they gave me a compromise.” Van’s eyes dart to me with uncertainty.