Page 143 of Pretty Obsessed

"Deal," I said much too fast.

"I'm going to be so hard at all my press today." He sounded smug about it.

"I'll enjoy watching the interviews later and knowing that."

“I'm going to leave a key at the desk again." His voice dropped, getting husky.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How do you know I'm thinking about anything?" he asked.

"I can hear it in your voice."

"I'm thinking about how I want you when I get back to the room."

My cock jumped. "Tell me."

“I want you laying across my bed, face down, hips up, your cheeks in the air. I’m not going to say a word to you. I'm going to come in and take you like the gift you are."

“Fuck, River.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m going to be doing. Until you can’t remember your name.” The gravel in his voice did things to me.

"I can feel it already."

“I can feel you miss me like I miss you, laced in every word. It feels good.” His voice was softer. Endearing. How did I feel more of a connection with a rockstar I was friends with benefits with than the guy I dated for years?

“I want you to feel it. It’s true. You’re all I’ve been thinking about,” I admitted.

Every time I thought I was safe from falling, River said something like that and I was smitten all over again. It was so hard to keep my feelings in check and stick to what we’d agreed to when he was like this.

"Just get here. I can't wait to see you."

“As fast as I can."

Twenty-Seven

River Wade

Igrabbed my phone from my pocket the second I got off my drum kit, ducking backstage as I opened the messages from Emory.

Emory: I'm here heading up to the room.

Next, a photo of him in the tub, bubbles giving me only a glimpse of his hard on.

Emory: My cock hasn't gone down since our phone call.

Grabbing my bag from my dressing room, I skipped out on the usual after-show stuff. I told Iris and he could fill the other guys in or not. They didn't know I was sleeping with Emory, but they knew he was back in town to watch us film. That was enough.

I nearly sent a message I was on my way but deleted it before I hit send. I wanted my coming in to be a total surprise. I wanted to catch him off guard.

The drive from the venue wasn't far, but the minutes dragged. Out of the car before we pulled to a stop. I felt lightheaded sprinting towards the room, I made myself slow when I approached the door.

Silently I opened it, careful steps taking me towards the bedroom. I could hear soft music in the background. I stripped outside the door to the master suite leaving my clothes folded over the back of the chair.

My hard-on hadn't gone down either. Not all day. Not the entire time I’d played. If I didn't take care of it soon it was going to be a medical emergency.

I’d never ached so bad to get inside someone. Never craved skin and touch so badly. My steps were silent as I found the bedroom, the door only left a crack open. He’d probably expected Iris to come back with me. But selfishly I told him to find something to do for a few hours. I pushed it open revealing Emory spread over the bed, eyes closed, snoring lightly.

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