Page 79 of Pretty Obsessed

"River…" he moaned, raising over me and breaking me out of that line of thought. I'd have to address it later.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Take what you want."

"What I want? Or what I own?”

"Own me."

"Put me inside you," I said into his chest.

"Is that a demand?" Emory asked, rubbing my tip against his opening.

"Now."

He sunk down on me, plunging us both into bliss.

* * *

Emory worked off and on, choosing to come with us at times, while for others he admitted he needed to work but held no ill will about us leaving.

I almost wanted him to tell me to stay, but I knew I couldn't leave Iris alone after dragging him here days early. I craved the connection of even sitting in the same room while he worked. Iris must have sensed as much, because he chose to do things there with us as much as going out.

We walked around a sculpture garden a little way outside the city. The weather was a perfect fall day, with the trees changing much as they did in the Northeast this time of year.

Iris laid down in the middle of the park and stared at the sky, garnering a lot of looks.

"You don't care what anyone else thinks, do you?"

"Huh?" Iris picked up his head, black hair blowing all around him like tentacles.

"Proving my point." I sat next to him, deciding if we were going to get yelled at for sitting here, it would have happened already.

"Whatever you say." He winked, making me think he knew exactly what he did.

At least out with me I insisted we bring bodyguards so we had some buffer.

"I think Emory thinks I'm sleeping with other people."

Iris tilted his head. "What? Like now? Does he not see the way you look at him?"

I shifted closer, making sure no one was paying us any particular attention. "I keep going over something he said in the bathhouse."

"Spill." Iris sat up hugging his knees to his chest.

"He made me promise not to sleep with anyone else without condoms while I was sleeping with him."

A wave of emotions moved over his face, confusion to recognition and then to shock. "You two fuck without condoms?"

"We did the first time, then we were using them, and it kind of devolved. I don't know why I'm telling you any of this." It felt so personal.

"Had you ever before?"

"No." The word came out roughly, like it was covered in nails, and took parts of me with it. I exhaled, trying to ease the pain it extracted with the admission.

"Why didn't you tell him you aren't sleeping with anyone else?" he asked, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"It wasn't the right time, not there."

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