Page 82 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Wear it to work, too,” Kieran adds, placing his guitar strap over his shoulders and settling it across his body. His fingers tweak the strings a few times, tuning it by ear.
“Then everyone will know not to talk to you,” Rad adds, freeing his grin.
“No talking to other boys,” Kieran barks with possession, curling his lip back, and eyeing all the people wandering the streets with drinks in their hands. Slowly, his eyes move over the crowd.
I blink. “Excuse me? Did I hear what I think I heard?” I huff, putting my hands on my hips. There’s no way in hell they can tell me who I can and cannot talk to. No fucking way.
“He’s right, Pretty Girl—no more boys. There are four of us. How many more dicks do you need? None. That’s the answer,” Rad says, shaking his head. “Don’t let them look at you. Here, put this damn thing on.” Rad grunts, forcing the WhisperedWords shirt over my head, no matter how hard I struggle against him. Kieran chips in, jumping down from the stage after setting his guitar down, forcing my arms through the sleeves, and chuckles when I curse at them, threatening their lives.
“What the fuck, Rad?” I hiss, pushing him away as he cackles, falling onto his ass. Placing his hands on his knees, he grins more, eyeing the words across my tits.
“Perfect. Property of… It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, K?” Pride puffs Rad’s chest out, and he grins with satisfaction.
Kieran tilts his head when I cross my arms, giving him my meanest scowl. “Yup. Property of Whispered Words. Find a marker, and we’ll print our names on her tits. Then no one will talk to her,” he grunts, looking out at the crowd again from behind me.
“If you bring a marker anywhere near this, I’ll bite off your fingers,” I growl, poking Kieran in his chest. “Don’t you have shit to do?” I point toward the stage, shooing them again with my hands.
“Be a good girl,” Kieran whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek, letting the warmth of his lips linger for longer than necessary.
“Always am,” I murmur through a chill spreading down my body, creating goosebumps. I swear, when his lips touch my skin, my resolve drains down the toilet.
“We’ll see,” he says, swiping his thumb lovingly across my cheek. Affection lights up his eyes, and a soft smile pulls at his lips.
“Let’s go, Lover Boy!” Asher barks, waving his hand.
Kieran nods, hopping back onto the stage and grabbing his gear. Together they stand like a wall, taking deep, soothing breaths.
“Whispered Words! Whispered Words!” The crowd chants over and over with excitement, holding their brightly lit phones in the air like lighters.
“You hear that, boys?” I shout over the crowd, leaning my elbows on the tall stage. “They’re calling for you!”
I grin when the curtain swings open, and they wave to the crowd with bright smiles—swaggering further on stage, oozing confidence from every inch. They captivate the crowd, drawing them in with their grins and waves.
“Kiss for luck, Pretty Girl?” Rad says, flopping to his belly on stage. Leaning close, he takes my mouth with his, dirtily shoving his tongue in and out. I moan when his hands roam through my hair, pulling me closer.
At this point, he could pull me on stage and fuck me in front of the crowd right now, and I’d say yes, please. It’d definitely show those bitches who they belonged to. The thrill of their eyes on me sends shivers up my spine, and my pussy clenches, ready to take it further. That is, until a certain asshole lightly kicks Rad in the ribs and clears his throat.
“Come on, bro. You’re humping the damn stage. Save it for later,” Asher grumbles with a shake of his head.
“After this, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to take it,” Rad pants, raising his brow until I nod. “Good girl.” I shiver when he says those words and watch in awe when he wanders away, setting himself behind his drums set with a relaxed grin.
Asher watches me from his side of the stage, staring with interest at my heaving chest and flushed face.
“Are you ready for the carnival after this, Little Brat?” he asks, looking off in the distance at the enormous Ferris wheel lighting up the now darkened sky with its red, blues, and yellows.
“The carnival?” I gaze over at the carnival rides in full swing.
Asher smirks, tilting his head at me. “Oh, yes. The carnival. We’ll let loose after this. Besides, I have plans for you,” he rasps, eyeing me up and down.
“Plans? Wait! What plans?” I blanch, hoping he has time to elaborate or fucking tell me something. Instead, he grins, moving a few feet forward, giving me his back. Strumming a loud tune over the speakers as he tunes his guitar, drowning out my shouts.
The crowd cheers when Kieran smiles at them from the microphone and then, turning, winks at me like a cocky bastard.
“Hello, Central City!” Kieran’s raspy voice bellows through the speakers, echoing through what seems like the entire town.
The crowd reacts immediately, jumping in place and cheering as loud as they can. A smile forms on my lips when he grins at the sea of people looking up at him like he’s a God. Shit. I’m probably looking at him the same way.
“We love you, Kieran!” Tessa and Sara shout, holding up a poster with all their names and hearts surrounding them.
