CHAPTER 2: FILLED BY FOUR
JUNO’S POV
June 7th – The Drummer (Kenji)
Kenji embodied pure chaos, the kind of relentless energy that powered his drum solos and translated into a f**k that left me breathless and bruised in the best ways.
He caught me after the Detroit show, his skin still slick with sweat, his grin wild and predatory as he yanked me into the empty practice room by the wrist.
Before I could utter a protest, he had me pressed against the wall, his mouth crashing into mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and urgency.
His hands roamed with abandon—sliding under my skirt to squeeze my ass, rolling my n*****s between rough fingers until I was moaning into his mouth and grinding against his thigh.
“f**k, you’re hot when you’re worked up,” he growled, his c**k alre
