Page 44 of Quiet Obsession
I’m perfectly still, unable to look away. My stomach somersaults, heat rushing through me when the guy on his back looks up from sucking Abby’s neck, and the lamplight catches his face.
I know him...
Well, notknowhim, but Dash pointed out a lot of people, naming those I should steer clear of, and those who are quite alright. Mateo here is one I’m supposed to avoid.
He’s Jasper’s buddy, and Jasper—currently thrusting into Abby’s ass—holds a grudge against my brother.
Mateo looks me up and down with hooded eyes, a wicked grin curling his mouth before he says something I don’t hear.
Everyone else does, though.
Abby looks over her shoulder, horror and embarrassment bleeding into her features. Her mouth falls open as if she wants to say something, but the words don’t come. And the guys don’t stop, fucking her in tandem, their faces contorted with pleasure.
She whacks Mateo’s chest, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she tries to wiggle away, though she’s not trying very hard. Jasper grabs her arms and keeps her still, thrusting deeper until she forgets all about me, her eyesrolling back into her head.
His rhythm picks up. So does Mateo’s.
They’re staring right at me, saying something I can’t hear over my pounding heartbeat, the music, and Abby’s moans.
But I read the tilt of Jasper’s chin as an invitation.
My blood heats, arousal pooling low in my belly. I don’t want to join them... right? No wayin hellbut... shit. They look like they’re loving this, and Abby’s glowing.
Heart in my throat, I spin on my heel and rush out, the door slamming closed behind me. My hands are trembling and I’mso wet. I lean against the hallway wall, breathing hard.
Why am I reacting like this? I’m a virgin for crying out loud. Not for lack of trying, but still a virgin.
Watching my roommate get fucked by two guys at once should not turn me on this much until I’ve had sex at least once, right? It should scare me, but my skin prickles and heat rushes through my veins.
I push off the wall, heading for the elevator and damn near moan when my thighs brush together and a pleasant shiver runs down my spine. I push inside through the emerging gap of the opening doors and recoil from the mirror.
My cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide, swallowing the hazel-blue of my irises. I swallow hard, pinching my lips together. They’re swollen from how hard I’ve been chewing them while I watched Abby lose herself between two men.
Tugging at the collar of my purple Gravemont hoodie, I breathe through my mouth the whole ride to the sixthfloor, trying to calm down.
It’s not much use. Every shift of my weight makes my thighs slide together, sending another ripple of warmth through my body. My sensitive, puckered nipples and damp panties don’t let me forget what I witnessed.
Stumbling out of the elevator, I wring my fingers before knocking on my brother’s door. It takes half a minute before he appears, hair disheveled, chin glistening, and chest bare, a thin sheen of sweat misting his forehead.
“Millie,” he says, glancing over his shoulder. He shifts in the doorway, hiding whoever’s in his bed. “Are you okay?”
Is everyone butmefucking tonight?
“Sorry,” I mutter, backing up a step. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” he cuts in, scratching his head while he throws another look over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“Oh, um, nothing. I’m fine. I just—never mind. We’ll talk tomorrow. Goodnight!” I start down the corridor.
“Millie.” Hyde stops me mid-step. “Is Abbybusyagain?”
I pinch my lips, giving him a tight nod.
“Dash is in there.” He points to a door further along the corridor. “You know where Noah’s room is and Creed’s in 501.”
I don’t think Dash is in his room. He wouldn’t shut up about the bonfire earlier. He wouldn’t miss it. Unless he’s back already... and if he is, I doubt he’s alone.
“I’ll just go to the library.”
