Page 258 of Second Sets Omnibus
“That’s my bitch,” Ode chortles, running off to more patrons.
“River West!” I startle when the sound of my name rings through the entire fucking bar over the speakers.
Oh, no, he didn’t.
“Yeah, you, Pretty Girl,” Rad cuts in with a grin, waggling his long finger at me.
“Make way,” Callum says softly into the microphone, echoing his timid voice through the bar.
The crowd hushes. Their eyes dart around, searching for the person they’re calling. Meanwhile, I’m trying to find a cool new place to hide so they can’t find me.
“Come on, River. Don’t be shy now,” Kieran’s deep voice pulls me to my feet.
“Fucking hell,” I grumble, thrusting my bottle of tequila into the unsuspecting bartender’s hands. “Don’t let anyone drink that.”
“You’re River West,” she blanches, looking me up and down with wide eyes. “You’re a goddamn legend around here.”
Legend. Huh. I kind of like that. I thrust my shoulders back and put my chin in the air. I’d look smooth if I didn’t trip over my damn feet two steps away from my stool. The room spins. It’s either from the copious amounts of tequila I’ve been drinking. Or…it’s the four heated eyes staring at me from the stage. Incinerate me now. Fuck.
Asher holds up a finger, placing his guitar down. “I got her,” he says in a smooth voice, earning a grin from Kieran.
Somewhere along the way, the boys not only mended our relationship, but theirs, too. Maybe it was the extra therapy they’ve been diving into. Or maybe, they’re finally healing something within themselves.
The crowd parts when Asher jumps down, making his way toward me with determination.
“How much tequila have you had, Little Brat?” he murmurs, hoisting me into his arms. My legs instinctively go around his waist, where I tighten them, bringing our centers together.
I squeal, clinging to his neck. “Not enough, Daddy,” I whisper, blowing into his ear as he groans.
“I’ll spank you if you keep that up. I can’t go on stage saluting everyone. They’ll know I have it bad for you.” I shiver at his words, flicking my tongue against his earlobe.
“And do you have it bad for me?”
“So goddamn bad it fucking hurts. Now, stop squirming and be a good brat so we can play you a new song.”
“A new song?” I ask, pulling back to stare into his eyes.
“Just for you,” he says with a smile, stopping right before the stage. “Climb onto the stage, baby.”
I swallow hard, letting go of my anchor, and drunkenly climb onto the stage. Somehow, I fall over my damn feet, straight into Kieran’s waiting arms.
“No more tequila,” he huffs at my flushed face, kissing my nose.
“But tequila—” I’m cut off when he places his lips on mine, stopping my words. Pulling back, a sparkle in his eyes has butterflies flapping and taking flight inside my damn stomach.
Hoots and hollers bring me back to the present after the world had completely disappeared. I swear, in this heightened state of drunkenness, their touches are unraveling every thread inside my body. Inch by inch. They’ll pull and pull until I’m completely raw and naked before them.
“I want you all to meet someone special to us.” Kieran’s eyes don’t drift from mine when the others close in on us.
Four hands touch my flesh. I’m done for. Absolutely fucking unraveled.
“This is the mother of our child,” Rad says with a grin, pulling the microphone in front of his lips. “I know! We’re daddies!” he says with a whoop.
“That’s where we’ve been for the past month,” Kieran says, putting his fingers beneath my chin. “We made a big mistake five years ago in letting this girl go. Something happened that tore us apart.”
“Something that will never happen again,” Asher says, kissing my cheek. “Never fucking ever again.”
“So, this is our official notice,” Rad pipes up. “We’re officially off the market.”
