Page 7 of Second Sets Omnibus

“I am River West, the manager of Dead End," I rasp, licking my lips. His eyes follow the movement, and he steps even closer. "Here is your damn check. Maybe we can do business again,” I say in a breathless voice, loosening my grip on his sweat-soaked shirt and shoving the check into his chest.

Now—this is the moment I should try to back away and fully uncurl my fingers from his shirt instead of standing there eagerly awaiting his next move. I really should go home. Because, you know, he's an asshole, and I shouldn't put up with it. He dismissed me, yet I want to bang him into next week. Just call it scratching an itch and leave it at that.

So, it shouldn't surprise me when he grabs my wrist and clucks his cocky as fuck tongue at me. A smirk lifts the edge of his lip, yanking me forward and pulling my entire front into his. My eyes narrow, dangerously close to stabbing the fucker in the dick for even thinking he can manhandle me. I palm the knife in my pocket, ten seconds away from yanking it out and threatening his manhood. But then he looks at me—really looks at me, taking me in.

My breaths pick up, a strange sensation tingling across my skin. I soften against the rugged plains of his body, soaking in the way he feels against me once again. When he looks down at me, something strange sparks in his eyes, and I can't place the soft expression. His wide eyes drift to where our bodies fuse, where a weird possessiveness vibrates through his chest in the form of a growl, and something stiff pokes into my belly.

My breath shudders and my mind spirals out of control. How can we go from wanting to rip each other's hair out to wanting to tear each other's clothes off? Huh? This whole situation is bat shit crazy, yet my panties cling to my eager pussy, ready to fucking receive him—traitorous hussy.

He bites into his bottom lip and nods approvingly. His meaty grip weaves through my ponytail, ripping my head back with a sharp yank. Embarrassment tints my cheeks when rogue moans leak between my lips, and his rough grip rips my roots out.

Rock stars and their dirty mouths and expert tongues hold me hostage and weaken my damn legs, proving once again to be my fucking kryptonite.

Kieran leisurely holds me by my damn ponytail, gently tugging as he stuffs the check into his jeans pocket. Every inch of my body is apparently attracted to assholes like him. Proving to me I can never get enough. But it's him—Kieran. And that leaves me with conflicting feelings. WHYYYYYY???? Why does it have to feel so damn good and bad and wrong all at the same time?

“Yeah,” he groans, getting in my face. “I think we can do business, but not in the future. Right now. We have some fucking business to finish.”

The entire world tilts when Assface slams his lips into mine, and fucking seals our fate with his wild tongue diving into my mouth. I loosen my grip on his shirt entirely, dragging my nails through his shaggy black locks. He grunts into my mouth when I scratch his scalp and dig my nails in deeper, loving how his massive body shivers against mine.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip, dragging it out and sucking it. I swear my eyes roll so far into the back of my head I see my damn brain—if I had one, that is. I melt when a metallic taste explodes on my tastebuds, and he thrusts his tongue back into mine, and I moan.

Fuuuckkkk. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve gotten some, and let’s just say I'm thirsty, and Kieran is the tall glass of ‘What the fuck am I about to do?’ I’ve been craving.

So, I internally make the call. We fuck. We leave. End of fucking story. Just like all the other musicians who have come through. He's a dick. But I'm goddamn horny.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I growl out, trying to shove him back to take control, but it does nothing. He’s a damn, immovable brick wall keeping me trapped.

Using his grip on my ponytail, he forcefully spins me, pinning me against the edge of my boss’s desk. My hips cut painfully into the sharp wood as he jerks my neck to the side, extending it until pain erupts.

I shiver through the delicious sensation exploding through my body when his warm fingers trail up under my shirt, stopping against the ribs near my boob. My heart beats like a damn drum inside my chest, waiting for him to make his next move. Come on, asshole. Do something already.

A small, desperate whimper leaks through my tightly pressed lips when he leans over me, pressing his hard chest into my back. And that’s not the only thing that’s hard about him. His warm breaths brush against my ear when he chuckles, tightening his grip around my ribs and grinding himself against my ass. His breaths echo in my ear when his wet tongue rolls over my earlobe until he finally latches on and sucks it into his mouth.

"This means everything, River Blue," he murmurs, and my heart cracks in half at the massive emotions soaring through me. It's the name he called me so many years ago.

Sliding his fingers beneath my bra, I gasp when he pinches my nipple between his fingertips and thrusts my ass into his hard dick. “Fuck, River Blue,” he grunts, squeezing harder. “Where have you been?” he whispers again, shaking his head. "Ican't believe… It didn't even cross my mind that it was you. The girl from my past."

“Where I've always been,” I moan when he kneads my entire tit in his hand like dough. “You were the one who left without a word.” Hurt leaks into my voice, and he stops, pressing his forehead into my shoulder. "You didn't even say goodbye."

"Let me make it up to you, then," he murmurs against my neck. "Let me show you how much I've missed you."

Kieran doesn’t waste a moment when he flicks the button to my shorts and pulls them down my legs to my ankles. He uses his leverage to force me over the desk, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

“All soaked for me?” he whispers in my ear, pulling my thong to the side and letting his fingers explore my soaked core. "I want to hear you say it, River Blue." I shiver at the sound of my stupid full name, the one I hate so damn much, falling from his lips.

His fingers go up and down through my slick folds but never plunge in. My back arches in desperation, silently begging him to fuck me before I do it my own damn self.

“Quit playing, Kieran,” I moan when his fingers lightly circle my clit in lazy circles. I'm about to bite his damn fingers if he doesn't get me off. "And fuck me like you hate me already!" I cry out in desperation when one finger enters me and swirls around.

“Then admit it,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “Admit that you’re gushing for me, and only me. Admit it.” My pussy clamps around his finger with every word he speaks, begging this asshole to do me in.

“Yeah, I’m wet for you. Now, what the fuck are you going to do about it?” I hiss, jerkily turning my head to the side to stare back at him.

His beautiful eyes dilate, and he looks me square in the eyes. A sly smirk picks up the left side of his lips before he jams hisfingers so far inside my pussy that I come on the spot, seeing white stars. I heave a breath, trying to drag oxygen into my sputtering lungs. Sweat trickles down my spine when his fingers continue their delicious assault.

“Good girl. That’s what I thought,” he murmurs. “You’re going to take my cock, River Blue. And you’re going to cum all over it again and again." Possession takes over his voice, dipping it into a deep growl.

My eyes roll into the back of my head. Like breathing life into me, every inch of my body comes alive for the first time in months under his rough touch. Goosebumps erupt across my flesh, and my toes curl into the worn-out linoleum. This is what I'm talking about. Now, slap my ass and tell me I'm a good fucking girl, and we'll be peachy.