Page 75 of Pretty Obsessed

"Listen, there are all kinds of things you can get into here."

"Is this even legal?" River asked.

"Prostitution, no. But like the clubs you were going to, I guess there are ways around it."

River nodded, looking away. Was he embarrassed? I couldn't tell. "So no sex…"

"Well, not unless we rent a private one…"

This got River's attention. He turned to meet my eyes. "Is that something you'd want to do?"

"Are we leaving Iris out?" I asked.

"Way to talk about me like I'm not here.” Iris sat on the arm of one of the chairs and crossed his arms. I couldn't tell what his mood was. If he cared or not. "Go do that, if you two want to. I can get by on my own.”

"Come with us. We aren't going to risk getting caught. Let's go to a hot springs place." River wore a smile, and I didn't think he minded.

The way he handled his friendship even after being called back from the cabin not knowing if Iris was alive warmed me from the inside. He was a caretaker and I admired it in him.

"Are you sure?" Iris scrutinized River.

"Positive. Call the concierge about theirs here. It's a spa, right? They've got to have one, or be able to arrange it."

Iris nodded and walked off to find the room phone. He disappeared around the corner.

"You don't mind do you?"

"As we'd probably get caught if we fucked in there, I'd prefer not to go to jail in a foreign country."

"Just in a foreign country?" River asked.

"Okay, amend that to I'd prefer not to go to jail at all, especially not in a foreign country where I don't know the laws and they terrify me a bit." I found his lips, filling my gaze with promises.

Lust shone back at me in his. "Don't think I won't be teasing you."

"I look forward to making you ache until we have some privacy." I pulled out of his arms before he could do more, knowing Iris would be back soon and rather liking the idea of him all worked up.

"A game then?" he asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

Fifteen

River Wade

It turned out the hotel had its own private hot springs bathhouse. Iris had it all arranged and an hour later we were standing at lockers.

"Everything?" I asked.

"Everything," Emory and Iris confirmed.

"And I get this tiny towel?" I asked with a laugh. I don't know what had spooked me. I'd had the most private part of myself out in the club the day I'd met Emory. But the idea of being fully exposed here twisted in my gut and pulled me in.

"We don't have to do this." Emory touched my elbow, already stripped down to his boxers.

"How do you go from dick out for everyone to see in a club to being shy here?" Iris fixed his hair, making sure none of it slipped from the knot he had it tied in.

Another no-no was hair in the water, or so Emory had told us.

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