Page 29 of Edging Obsession

“I know, Miles!”

She’s at a breaking point as she slides open the doors and sits in a chair situated at the edge of the lake. It’s cold outside, and she isn’t wearing a coat. I grab a couple of blankets and join her. Dropping a blanket around her shoulders, I scoot her over and onto my lap, covering myself with the other blanket. I hug her while she refuses to look at me. My lips press against her head, and I inhale her lavender scent.

“There’s no one else but you, Jules.” She wiggles to free herself from me, except my hold is too tight. I kiss her temple. “There’s something else bothering you. Tell me what you’re upset about.”

Her eyes turn to me, jaw tensing, and she says, “You can’t figure that out?”

I kiss the tip of her nose and smile. “If I could, I wouldn’t be asking.”

She huffs and shakes her head. “I don’t care about that woman. You can fuck anyone you want.”

“Hmm…okay.”

Jules whips her head to me, hanging her mouth open. “What do you mean, okay? So, you—”

I kiss her to shut down her dark episode. Her bipolar is probably compounding whatever feelings she’s battling with. She breaks the kiss, biting her lip, and a tear glides down her cheek.

“Schatzi.” Her head leans against my shoulder as she wipes her tears. “What’s bothering you, Jules?”

This prompts a downpour. “I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s frustrating and…I can’t—”

I shush her and rub her arm through the blanket. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. We’ll sit here in the quiet.”

We’re outside for an hour, listening to the water splashing against the rocks. Birds squawk in the trees, flying, and joining others. Leaves and branches swish in the breeze. The peacefulness of sitting here has Jules snuggling into me. Her even breathing is an indicator she fell asleep. Most of her days are good, but she becomes agitated sometimes, not understanding why. It nags at her like an itch she can’t scratch, so I try to relieve her of it by making her comfortable. This tends to lessen the itch.

It's the next day and since Jules is feeling better, I’m taking her into town. A small, quaint town about five miles from home is where we’ll explore. The deepening of fall brings colder weather and slowly relinquishes the colors. Aside from Hendrick, I gave the rest of the guys the day off.

Hendrick drives while Jules and I are in the back. She smiles at me, holds my hand, plants kisses on my face. Yesterday’s Jules has vanished. I love Jules for who she is, but it kills me to witness her troubled days, unable to help. Jules jumps from one subject to another. She rambles on about her outfit, then switches to the weather, her parents, and what kind of stores there are in town, while I smile at her animations. It’s amazing how fast her moods switch, and sometimes I can see the exhausting effects in her eyes. She’s delicately fierce. Her sickness creates a fragile undercurrent, yet she powers through with strength.

I wrap some of her highlighted curly tresses around my finger. Soft as a red fox’s. Her natural, fully glossed lips hold an everlasting pout that constantly draws my attention to them, and my dick.

Jules shakes me out of my dirty thoughts. “Miles?”

My lips kiss her fingers. “Yes?”

“You weren’t listening.”

“Blame yourself. You’re captivating.”

She holds my hand up. “Where did you get his ring?”

“It’s a family heirloom.”

“Does it mean anything?”

This isn’t the time to discuss my life. Jules is happy, and I want it to stay that way. My hand captures her neck, towing her to me until my mouth captures hers. Jules fists my leather jacket, bringing me closer while we lean into each other. As if I’m a canvas, her lips brush against mine back and forth. Our eyes meet and then wander back to our mouths. The potency she has over me through a look, a touch, sometimes has me catching my breath.

Out of nowhere, we’re jolted and flung toward the door. The car swerves and I realize we’ve been hit, but Hendrick tries to right the car. Jules screams and I hug her to my side. Approaching a small bridge, we’re rammed from the back, catapulting us forward and into the bridge railing. Jules has a firm grip on my jacket. Hendrick attempts to maneuver away from the railing, but the car is struck again, jamming the driver’s front end into it. I get out of the car and drag a frantic Jules from the backseat. She hangs onto my jacket as a woman walks toward us, gun pointed directly at Jules. I don’t have enough time to grab my gun, so I rotate, putting my back to the woman and jump over the bridge, holding onto Jules.

I yell in her ear, “Cross your ankles, take a deep breath, and don’t let go...”

We hit the water before I finish the sentence, and a sharp sting bites my exposed skin. I feel Jules release my jacket.Shit!My arms and legs pump hard, propelling me upward until I break through the water. I’m coughing, breathing heavily, water dripping into my eyes. Between breaths, I yell for Jules. There’s shooting above, but I don’t care. My heart beats faster, afraid that something has happened to her. I turn in circles, yelling her name. There’s no sign of her. I swim the area we fell into, and I finally see her hair. Her frenzied arms are splashing up and down and she calls out my name. I swim to her, hook an arm around her waist, and wade to the small embankment under the bridge.

The shooting has ceased. I lay Jules down on the mixture of grass and dirt. She’s crying, repeating my name, as I do the same. Our mouths are a stream of emotional words, sharing fear and elation, and holding onto each other for security. We touch, stroke, like we’re not sure the other is real, and we must retain a connection so neither disappears. I grip her hair, arms, cup her face, and smash my lips into hers. Adrenalin has us grasping onto one another. We’re using our kinks to process what happened.

My hands rip open the button on her jeans, tugging them down to half-thigh, and I flip her onto her stomach. I can’t wait. I need to be inside her. In one motion, I release my cock and plunge inside. A buzz of excitement releases and accelerates through me as I plunge in deeper. I tuck my arm under and across her breasts and I fuck her hard. My pelvis pumps hard as relentless thoughts of losing her spur me onward. Jules tears at the earth, chanting my name, repeating we’re all right. It only takes us minutes. Her inner walls fasten onto my dick like she’s locking us in forever. She screams my name, and that’s all it takes for me to find liberation in her pussy. In knowing I didn’t lose her.

I fall on top and she’s crying. My body rolls to the side, and I bring her chest flush with mine.

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