Page 44 of Wild Obsession

I down the water in one gulp and excuse myself. Before my bandmates can ask where I’m going or why, I throw myself into the crowd. Bodies press in on every side. I have to shoulder my way through them, enduring the occasional back pat and “great show!” along the way.

At last, I pop free of the press, emerging at the back of the bathroom line. It’s long, but I wait patiently. No one cares about a bathroom line. No one looks at it. I stand in an island of safety long before I make it inside the single-stalled, gender-neutral facility. There’s three of them, luckily, but the plumbing is definitely working overtime tonight.

I throw myself into the bathroom without worrying about the lock and go right to the sink, bracing on the porcelain. For a moment, I simply stand there, letting the world steady. The alcohol is mostly out of my system, but that isn’t what threatens to sweep me off my feet. The noise, the energy — Keannen’s presence. All of it conspires to leave me unsteady.

I run the water, cupping it in my hands to splash it on my face. The blast of cold fortifies me, and when I raise my eyes and observe my dripping face in the mirror, I’m a little more solid.

Then Keannen slides up behind me.

I gasp as his body drapes over my mine, like a shadow dropping from the ceiling. I didn’t lock the door, I suddenly remember. He must have slid in while I was running the water, and now his chest is against my back, his hands on my hips, his breath tickling the back of my ear as he leans in far too close.

“You’ve been looking at me all night,” he says.

“Yeah, so?”

I try to sound firm, but my voice wavers. Keannen feels along my waist and down my hips. He presses closer against me. I suck in a sharp breath as his cock nudges my ass through our clothes. He’s not completely hard, but the message is clear regardless.

And I want it.

The heat that rushes through me is so sudden it almosttakes me off my feet. I grip the sink harder, willing my legs not to shake. I hang my head, unwilling to face myself in the mirror as the roar of raw desire consumes me. I told him I wanted him, that I didn’t care how this went, that I was prepared for him to ruin me, but I could only guess at what that meant. Here, now, the blunt reality presses hard against my ass.

Keannen licks along the back of my ear, and goosebumps ripple down my neck, sweeping along my spine. When he speaks, I feel every word brush the place he licked.

“I want you,” he says. “I want to fuck you.”

Holy shit. I almost say “yes” on the spot. My cock stirs in my jeans, my body burning hot. I didn’t know I could want something so much until Keannen rasped it into my ear, every syllable a filthy promise.

“Here?” My voice comes out too high. “Now?”

Keannen huffs a laugh. “No, I’m not that much of a bastard.”

“Then when?”

It comes out like a plea, and Keannen laughs, short and mean and cold. He tugs at my earlobe with his teeth. When he releases it, he grinds his body against mine, and a sound of purest need squeezes out of my throat.

“Needy little virgin,” he says.

“Am I really … after all this?” It’s a weak attempt to fight back, but it’sall I have.

He laughs again, just as harshly as before. “Guess not, but you’ve definitely never done what I have in mind for you tonight. Don’t be so eager. You’ll hurt yourself.”

It’s my turn for a harsh laugh. “So? What do you care?”

“I don’t. I just don’t want to play with a broken toy.”

He shoves himself away. I shiver in the sudden cold, still gripping the sink for stability.

“You have your own room tonight?” he says. When I nod, he adds, “Good. I’ll text you. Do what I say, everything I say.”

I don’t even have time to agree before he leaves the bathroom. I race after him, locking the door this time so I can lean my back against it and catch my breath. I need to calm myself down before I can go back out there, but my head is whirling like a top. What does that mean, “do what I say?” A knot twists in my gut. Maybe this is more complicated than I realize. It’s definitely more involved than the videos I’ve watched. I guess those tend to cut out some of the less glamorous parts.

Yet I know even before I collect myself and manage to leave that bathroom that I’m going to do it. I’m going to do whatever he wants. I’m going to follow his instructions to the letter. The need awakening inside me is too big to ignore. I’d walk into traffic if Keannen told me that’s how I could get what I want.

First, I have to pretend I’m human.

I go back to the party, trying to mingle and socialize andnot check my phone too often. I pound water in the meantime — I’m going to need a clear head for this — but the text doesn’t come, and I start to worry it never will. Is this part of Keannen’s game or was he messing with me in the bathroom? His cock said he was serious, but my heart flutters with uncertainty.

“Hey, where’d Keannen go?” Kelsey says at some point.

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