Page 36 of Pretty Obsessed

He turned his flushed face towards me. “Do you like them?”

“I love them.”

I stayed inside him until we both came and passed out.

Then woke up and took him again.

I laid there watching Emory as he slept next to me, on his stomach. In the perfect position. I was insatiable. Like the dam on my self-denial had finally broken. But it wasn’t about anyone. I didn’t want to be with a random person tomorrow. I wanted to keep screwing Emory. I wanted to keep kissing Emory. I wanted to be with Emory.

I wanted to explore all our mutual desires. Tonight hadn’t changed the obsession from the night before. It had intensified it.

Now to convince him to keep seeing me.

Six

Emory Ker

Icame to slowly, like the start of a good book, immersed in a world I wasn’t familiar with. I stretched out, finding River’s arm draped over my back, and felt sore in the best ways. The kind of deep, aching sore I’d feel for days. Stretched and fucked until my body had nothing left. Destroyed by sex. I’d be hard pressed to ever find the intensity again.

Not only the intensity of River, but also the chemistry between us. Sexuality oozed from him, making him some unobtainable god. No wonder people became obsessed with rockstars. I wanted more after only a single taste. This was why everyone fell all over themselves to get close to Pretty Broken.

I had to leave, but I didn’t want to leave.

But my book would never write itself. If I didn’t get out of this bed, I might never. I hadn’t meant to stay so long. I should already be on my way to the cabin and I’d already put it off too long, causing my book to be late. I couldn’t keep making excuses not to go there.

I indulged in every last minute and immersed myself in the way River felt. The taste of him. Cherry and spice. A mix I wouldn’t normally have thought would be good, but River embodied it. An earthy scent to his skin I never wanted to leave my nostrils.

For all those reasons, I forced myself to run out on him. If he asked me to stay, I wouldn’t be able to say no. I wasn’t going to get caught up in any of that. It was futile. He was an experience and nothing more. I knew what this was, and I wasn’t going to get attached. Of course the sex had been good, this guy had probably fucked a hundred people… or more.

My chest clenched. He wasn’t mine to get jealous over. That wasn’t part of a one-night stand. I’d written too much romance into my YA and it was starting to poison my brain. Real life wasn’t like novels. People didn’t hook up and suddenly live happily ever after.

I lifted his arm off of me and slid out of the bed, freezing to make sure his breathing stayed even. I thought about leaving my number, but it would be too presumptuous. This was a one-night stand. He’d end up with his own kind.

I collected my clothes from the foot of the bed and dressed in case Iris was still in the other room. My phone rang as I dressed. Shit. I silenced it, knowing who would be calling at this hour. Octavius’ lecture rang in my head. He’d be telling me off for not making it to the cabin before the storm. But it was early still. I could make it if I hurried.

Iris was curled up on the sofa, looking at his phone.

“I’m shocked you’re awake,” I said softly, closing the bedroom door.

“I don’t sleep much.” He put on one of those fake smiles he used for cameras.

“Why not?”

“Dreams. I don’t like to dream.” He had dark circles under his eyes, and I was glad River let him crash in here even if it was a little odd.

“Does it help when someone is close?” I asked.

“Yes, but—” He shrugged. I understood his not wanting to trust a stranger.

I’d had a hard time readjusting to sleeping alone after ex-hole had left and I didn’t have bad dreams. “Why don’t you go crash with River? I doubt he’ll mind.”

It probably wasn’t my place. I didn’t know River that well. We’d ended up talking late, and everything he’d said would lead me to believe he’d take care of Iris, and wouldn’t mind the intrusion of any of his band mates if they needed something.

I got the idea they’d been best friends at one point of this journey.

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

“You going in to pass out next to him?” I checked my pocket trying to figure out what I’d done with my wallet.

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