Page 64 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

Kelsey

The guys are messing around and flirting with the stylist for the photoshoot while she pulls things off a rack for them to put on.

Each guy has their own signature style. Kodiak with his flannels, beanies and shit kickers. Bronx has his white sleeveless tanks, and amazing ink. Golden is at home in a huge hoodie and his sneakers. Riot has always been black and white, leather jacket, leather cuffs.

Sex on fucking fire. The way that man could get me drenched. God, I wish my body didn’t still respond to him the way it does. I wish I didn’t still find him as attractive as I do.

The woman sticks to their style vibes in the pieces she hands out to each of the guys.

“You wanna help me look good, Scary Girl?” Kodiak winks at me. He likes me, he admitted as much, but he also gets a kick out of irritating the crap out of Riot for some reason I am yet to discover.

Whatever his reasoning, it works. Riot stops conversing with the stylist to scowl at Kodiak.

By the time I unfold the leg I have under me and get up from the couch, Riot is stalking toward me.

My belly does this funny little flip-flop. “You already look great.”

Riot’s hand wraps around the inside of my elbow. “You’re with me.”

“Do I have a choice?” I ask quietly but firmly.

“No.” He forces me to keep up with him as he crosses the floor to an area set up for changing in. He pulls me inside and yanks the curtain to shut out the others before turning on me. “You don’t seem to understand the rules, Little Vandal. I told you to stay away from my bandmates.”

“I like Kodiak.” I shrug.

“Yeah. I can see that.” He gets in my space, herding me until my back is against the wall. His hand goes around my throat and his thumb presses against my bottom lip.

My mouth waters. I want to press my lips together and swallow. I want to dart my tongue out to lick them. The urge to bite the tip of his thumb, to suck it...

I press both my hands to his chest. “You need to back off.”

“Do I?” He slips the tip of his thumb between my teeth, his gaze narrowing in on my mouth. He strokes my tongue with it. “You don’t think I know that’s not what you really want.”

My treacherous, fucked up body responds by soaking my panties. Fuck I hate him for being capable of making me want him after everything.

He lowers his face until we’re cheek to cheek. “Why don’t you drop those panties like we both know you want to.”

“Why don’t you just take what you want.” I lift my chin, daring him.

“I think I will.” He grins salaciously while he pins me to the wall with his body. Between us, he digs his hand under the waist of my pleated skirt and into my panties. His fingers barely skim my clit as he pushes two of them inside me.

My head lolls back against the wall as he curls them and makes a come-hither motion that creates sparks with each stroke.

He captures my jaw, tips my mouth up, and consumes my whimper. His tongue thrusts against mine, almost mimicking fucking. He grinds his palm into my clit as he brushes his square fingertips against my cervix.

I grab his biceps as I sink onto his fingers. The sensation of an orgasm starting to build takes hold. “You still do that thing you used to.”

He freezes. “What?”

“Nothing.” The precipice of my orgasm recedes. A few more strokes and I will combust. “Please. I’m so close.”

His steely gaze seems to chill the air around me. “No, it’s not nothing.”

“Riot?” My head is spinning, my breaths quick and shallow.

Controlled, he keeps his fingers inside me but doesn’t move. “Why are you here, Kelsey? Why show up after almost two years? After everything you did.”

“What I did? What you did, you mean.”