Page 12 of Edging Obsession

“Matthias—I mean, Miles this just happened. We haven’t had time to get information out of him. You were our main concern.”

I scratch my beard. “And Jules. She’s also your main concern.” He nods. I run my hands through my hair and then I wave to dismiss the conversation. “Forget it. We have him.” My eyes fall on Hendrick. “We do still have him, right?”

“Yes. He’s at the warehouse.”

“Good. If he gets out of line, do whatever’s necessary to keep him quiet, short of killing him. Leave that to me. I’ll be there tomorrow.” I walk toward the bedroom, and shout over my shoulder, “We’re done.”

Without another word, they file out, and I find Jules wrapped in a robe under the covers. Her eyes flutter open, and she observes me. I grab my phone and shoot off a text to our manager Lee, letting him know we’re fine, and in return, he informs me the rest of the band is unharmed. The cops have contacted him to find me, but Lee worked it out where they don’t need my involvement. Plus, from what he’s told me, they’re dumbfounded about the disappearance of the shooter, which is good. They have no idea we snatched him.

My eyes take in my bundled treasure, her hair fanning around the pillow as I strip down and head into the shower. I lean my shoulder away from the showerhead, soaping and rinsing, the blood swirling down the drain. After drying off, I toss the towel on the floor.

I climb on top of Jules with all my bodyweight. Her hand slides out from under the covers and lightly touches the bandages covering my stitches.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not much.”

I plant kisses around her face and on her mouth. All the excitement and seeing Jules’ concerned eyes has made me hard. I’m used to the danger and violence, yet I want her to feel safe. She shifts under me, so I rise to let her remove the robe while I roll the covers away, allowing nothing between us.

Cupping her face, she rests her hands on my biceps. Her voice comes out as if battling a forest fire. “Miles.” My eyes lock on hers. “Why did he want to shoot me?” I shake my head. “Who is he?” Another shake. It’s best to keep her in the dark regarding the shooter and motive.

Jules bites her bottom lip, brushes her fingers up to my shoulders, and back to my biceps. “I want to forget what happened tonight.” Her hands slide to my ass, drawing circles on each cheek, and moving to my back. “To clear my mind of everything.”

My hand digs into the side table drawer and I bite open the condom wrapper. Once on, my knee bends to the side, spreading her legs wider. I dip my pelvis upwards, sliding the head of my cock between her slit. She lets out a moan.

“Fuck me hard.”

In one motion, I thrust inside her, pulling out to the tip, and slamming back in. Her breath snags and then she lets out a cry.

Tears drip down her temples. She leaves open mouth kisses along my neck and shoulder. Her lips remain against my skin as she says, “Pain. I need pain to numb everything else.”

I don’t waste time. My cock pounds into her with fury. Jules’ pussy sucks me in and our juices trickle onto the bed. I flip her onto her stomach, bring her ass up, and press her upper back into the mattress. Using her hips as leverage, I spear my dick into her as I land deep inside at a rapid speed. Over and over, I bottom out and she cries, twisting the sheets. Her ass jiggles and I smack each cheek hard, reddening them until they’re ripe tomatoes. She shouts out my name when an orgasm carries her away, but I continue my onslaught of thrusts and smacks. Minutes later, my release builds, so I shove all the way in and hold her hips steady as I come. I smack her ass cheeks one more time, pull out, and toss the condom in the garbage.

On my back, Jules scoots over and curls into my sweaty side. Our breathing returns to normal and she draws circles over her ass cheeks.

“You okay, Jules?”

Her hand returns to my chest. “Yes. I’ve never had rough sex or had my ass smacked.” She angles her neck back to look at me. “It hurt…bad. When you hit my cervix, I thought I was going to throw up. After a while, it became numb. My ass still burns.”

“You wanted pain.”

Jules gives a timid smile and tucks her head back down. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It took my mind off everything.” She slithers on top of me, and I knead her ass as she hisses. “It’s on fire.”

“Think of it as the punctuation of sex.”

On my chest, she rests her chin on her hands. “Well, every slap was punctual.”

We regard one another. No words, only eyes. Jules has settled and forgotten about the shooting. At least for now. I tuck some hair behind her ear, and she does the same to me. Both of us smile, something I don’t often do, except Jules has this effect on me. She shifts higher until our eyes are level.

Her fingertip traces my lips. “In certain situations, your eyes darken.” I don’t respond. “They’re normally a raw honey-colored and darken into a tootsie roll.”

“A tootsie roll.”

I tickle her side and stop when she catches my hand. Jules pecks my lips, moves down, and rests her head on my chest. Not long after, her breaths even out. My arms bind her, and I turn us onto our sides. One last inhale of Jules’ hair, and I fall asleep, draped around her.

7

The day after the shooting, Miles leaves for several hours, and upon his return, I spot some blood on his clothes as he enters the bathroom and hops into the shower. In true Miles fashion, he deflects my questions about it, taking me to bed with a consuming deprivation. All my time goes to Miles during the last days of my interviews. In his arms, filled by him, the pain he inflicts, is all beginning to root itself into my heart and soul. I don’t want to let him go. Between the electric current zapping my insides, and the possessiveness he demonstrates, I’ve never wanted anything more. When we’re together, my mind is at ease because it’s in the now. Sex is our main source of communication, and he speaks to me in ways I wasn’t privy to. He’s my oxygen.

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