Page 159 of Pretty Obsessed

"Someone needs you." He grabbed my hair, kissing me with need. "But not as bad as I need you."

"They can wait. This is much more important."

It kept buzzing but my jeans slipped lower, and it wasn't against my thigh any longer. Emory grabbed his cock, fully distracting me. I dropped my head to watch him stroke over himself.

"You're so unbelievably hot."

"I know how much you like watching."

"I liked chasing you, too." I found his nipple, flicking my tongue over it, knowing it would make him come.

"Might be the hottest thing we've ever done."

"Mmmhmm." I groaned out as he clenched around me.

He came and I followed, unable to deny how my body reacted to his.

"Why does your phone keep ringing?" He bit my lip, laughing still out of breath.

I pressed my forehead into his lips, laughing. "It has to be one of the guys wondering where we are since the car is there."

"I'm sure. But would they call over and over?" He stroked his fingers down the back of my neck. "Surely not?" Emory didn't sound annoyed, more humorously curious.

"Do you really want me to check my phone while I'm still inside you, dearest?" I tilted my head, brushing my lips to access his jaw.

He clenched around me with a soft moan. "You could put me down, but selfishly I like when you stay inside me after."

"Do you?" He'd never expressed as much before, but we had fallen to sleep still attached before but I hadn't realized it was anything other than exhaustion.

"Immensely. The connection." He rocked into me.

"You're going to make me hard again." I inhaled sharply, fighting off the urge to take him down to the grass and feed him my cock. Grabbing my phone, I turned it around to show him the six missed calls from Iris. "Iris is here."

"Would he call that many times?" Emory's brow creased.

"I don't know." As I said it my phone rang again. I glanced at Emory.

"Answer it."

"Little weird to be answering the phone like this, but okay… Hey man, everything okay?" I flipped it to speakerphone.

"You tell me."

"Cryptic. We're good. Exploring the grounds a little bit until you guys showed up."

"Is that what you're doing?" There was an edge to his voice I didn't quite understand.

"What's going on?"

"Let me paint a picture for you," Iris said and Emory and I exchanged a look. "I saw what I assume to be your car here and went inside to explore the studio looking for you. This would be all fine, except I found Alister and Lowe out on the balcony laughing. So I went out there to figure out what was so funny."

Emory looked up and angled his head trying to get a view out the top of the canopy. "It couldn't be. It's too dense…" he whispered.

"Okay…" I stared at Emory, my stomach in my throat, waiting for Iris to finish.

"They told me to give it a minute. So I stood there and they both clapped hands over their mouths stifling the sound of their laughter. I'm looking between them, starting to think they are pranking me when I distinctly hear a moan echoing through the mountains."

"Oh no."

---