Page 85 of Second Sets Omnibus

I grin, rubbing my nose against his, and let everything go. Our lips graze on a soft kiss, and I hum, gliding my tongue along his sealed lips until he lets me in again. I throw caution to the wind, give in to the nagging feeling slowly taking over, and take what I want. I want him again. Over and over. I want him to lay me down and fuck me behind the curtain where anyone can hear my moans but never get a peek.

“Yes. You rocked it,” I whisper against his lips, nibbling them.

“Good. Now we can go to the carnival,” he insists, carrying me toward Kieran, Callum, and Asher, crowded backstage.

“The carnival?” I whisper. “Why not behind the stage?” Rad immediately stops, inspecting my eyes. “You could take me against the stage. I could…” Rad growls, shoving his long tongue down my throat again. I moan into his mouth until he pulls away, shaking his head with regret.

“I have an idea for that. You want to ride me? Let’s ride some rides first.” His eyes sparkle with some knowing look, and he grins, tucking my loose hair behind my ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting for too long,” I whisper, lust dripping from every word, practically moaning into his ear.

“Oh, I won’t,” he says, walking forward again with me in his arms. “Pretty Girl says we rocked her panties off!” Rad whoops, throwing a fist in the air.

“Of course we did,” Asher says in his usual pompous tone, leaving no room for argument. “We were amazing.” His chest puffs out, and his nose raises—cocky shit.

I snort. “Humble much?” Rad drops me to my feet but keeps an arm around my shoulders and me close. Fingers dive into my back pockets, roughly squeezing my ass.

Asher rolls his eyes, drying off his forehead with a white towel. “Always,” he says with a tiny smirk, pulling at his lips, which drops the moment his eyes lock on the advancing figure, beelining it toward the boys.

“Oh, my God!” Tessa screeches from nowhere. Seriously, how does she keep finding us? Like, can’t she go away?

I mentally groan at her screechy voice as she rounds the backstage area and lunges at Kieran. He grunts, reluctantly catching her when she latches on like the little leech she is. I could have sworn I told her I won. Hell, they even made a song about me and not her. Granted, it was called Roaring River—so not sexy. But still. Get your pink press on nails out of my man’s neck and get a move on to someone who wants you.

“What the hell?” he asks, pushing her away and keeping her at arm’s length.

“You were so amazing!” she coos again, side-eyeing me with victory. I’m not sure what kind of victory she’s feeling, but more power to her.

“Uh, thanks,” he says, scratching the back of his neck and looking at me for help.

“I even bought your shirt!” she shrieks again with a grin.

Where the fuck is her handler? Paging annoying Sara, come collect your friend before I pummel her face with myfist. Repeatedly. No one will recognize her when I’m done rearranging her features.

“Pretty Girl,” Rad whispers breathily, running his lips up my jawline. “If you beat her ass, I’ll pound your ass so hard you’ll forget your name. Whattya say?” My breaths quicken when he sucks my earlobe between his teeth, and a soft moan falls from my throat. Well then, in that case. It’s time for an ass beating so I can get my ass pounding.

“That’s it!” I say, pushing forward and away from his horny ass. “Scoot. You’re making the band uncomfortable.” I wave a hand, stepping between Kieran and Tessa with force.

“Um, maybe you’re the one making them uncomfortable, bitch. They happen to like me,” Tessa scoffs at me, crossing her arms with a haughty look.

“Are you sure about that?” Asher asks in a sharp tone. If it were a whip, he’d have left a mark.

Her mouth drops open in defeat, looking at each of the guys for confirmation.

“Tess, you’re a nice girl. We had our fun, remember?” My stomach drops when Kieran says that, and my face falls. They fucked before? Why does that make my green-eyed monster growl even more?

“It was fun,” she says, batting her eyelashes. “But I was hoping for a little more. I’m throwing a party tonight at my apartment. All the party favors will be available. You know, for old time’s sake,” she giggles.

I narrow my eyes at Kieran, who scoffs.

“We’ve got plans, but thanks,” Kieran says, pulling my back to his front. “And it doesn’t include you.”

Hurt glistens in Tessa’s eyes, and she gives a pitiful nod. “I’ll see you around then. But if you ever get tired of the trash, come to the queen,” she snarls, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and giving me one last scathing look.

Who’s the trash here? Because it’s definitely not me. I’m the mother fucking queen, and it’s about damn time someone knocked her off her high horse. I volunteer as the damn tribute because this bitch is two seconds away from meeting the special piece in my pocket.

“No. You won’t see them around. Take your stuck-up ass and scoot. I won, remember? And if I ever catch you sniffing around like the desperate poodle you are, I will cut you. They. Are. Mine.” I don’t know what happens, but something possessive takes over my tongue, and I’m just a passenger on this crazy train ride called: stamping my name on their asses.

By the time her stunned face recovers from my verbal lashing, she’s huffing and puffing like she might blow my house away.Down, big bad bitchy wolf. There’s nothing here for you.