Page 31 of Anthem of Love and Loathing

My orgasm starts. Quick and dirty.

His breath is hot against my ear. “Damn it, Scary Girl. You’re hot, clenching around my fingers.”

Back arching as he works my clit to the point of blissful pain, I wrap my arm around his neck and cry out.

Damn, that was just what I needed.

12

Riot

And what I hate about you

Is that you’re still here

Fucking with my band

Ruining my brain

My fingers move across the neck of my guitar, pressing and plucking at the wire strings until the notes mix perfectly. The words that had me stumbling from the warmth of my bed and the body beside me have grown into another song I am obsessed with.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The way Kelsey stared at me while I fucked the woman in my bed last night... I can’t get it out of my mind. I almost fucking came buried to my balls in the blonde’s pussy. Except the moment Kodiak took Kelsey’s hand and led her to his room I was left with a reel of fucking images I didn’t want instantly killing my boner.

“I can’t get it up,” I adlib a line that will never make it into the finished song. “But I can make you choke on it until you die.”

I put my guitar down and pick up my tin. Retrieving a joint, I stick it between my lips. I prowl out to the balcony, lighter in hand. The paper catches. The sweet buzz I inhale helps with the hangover and the comedown.

Fucking with my band

Ruining my brain

I put my hands on the railing and lean out over it while I force a deep, slow breath. Why did it take her showing up uninvited for me to be able to string some lyrics together? Two songs in two days after nothing for the last two years? This is bullshit.

Bronx steps out onto the balcony.

“Someone is grumpy this morning.” He acts like he hasn’t done anything to make me this way.

“Aren’t you? You had your tongue on her cunt yesterday, today she’s moaning for Kodiak.” Because those were noises I didn’t need to hear this morning. It’s almost as if she’s taunting me. Forcing me to face the fact she’s not taking my threat seriously.

He chooses to ignore my jab. “You wrote another song.”

“I did.” Which is why I’m pissed. Because I would have to be an idiot to miss that these hate-filled songs have only come into existence since she pushed her way back into my orbit.

“It sounds good.”

“It’s all right.” I shrug. But we both know it’s catchy.

Ruining my brain

Like I want to ruin you

Hate you, hurt you, fuck you

Why the fuck would I want to fuck that fucking bitch? Only last night I’d wanted her under me instead of the blonde. I’d wanted to punish her pussy as much as I want to punish her.

“What do you want?” I raise a brow at him over my shoulder.