Page 38 of Edging Obsession

“What’s his name?”

“Enes Osman.”

I whisper it a few times, thinking back to my school years, except my school had as many Turkish kids as it did German.

Shrugging, I say, “It’s a typical Turkish name. I can’t recall ever getting in a fight with an Enes.”

My brother laughs. “That’s because you were involved in more fights than you can count.” He jokingly smacks my chest. “Anyways, I need you at the meeting.”

“Set it up, but not during one of our concerts.”

Mine and Johann’s conversation flows into other subjects, such as childhood. We bring up the fights we got into, pranks, our parents, and finally, our current lives. He has a good, healthy marriage with Anna, and I’m looking forward to meeting my nephew, Elias.

Two hours later, I’m home and find Jules asleep by the fireplace. She stirs when I approach, batting her eyes into focus, and lifting herself into a seated position.

She covers her shoulders with the blanket. “How did everything go with your brother?”

“Good. I’m heading upstairs to bed. Come join me.”

Jules shakes her head. “No, I’m fine here.”

Her eyes are red, and her face is blotchy, which tells me she’s been crying. I’m exhausted, ready for bed, but if I ask what’s wrong, I won’t sleep. Instead of asking or arguing, I nod, go to my bedroom, strip off my clothes, shower, and fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

I’m woken by my phone ringing. Fishing around the side table, I grab it and slip it under the pillow where my head is, and answer.

“Matthias.” I groan a yes. “Anna forgot to tell you dinner is at seven. Can you still make it?”

I confirm, and we hang up. Downstairs, Jules is cuddled into the crook of the couch, wrapped in the blanket and staring at the fireplace. When I walk to the coffee maker, her reddened eyes meet mine.

“My brother and sister-in-law invited us all over to dinner at seven. Let your parents know.”

Seconds later, I hear her talking to her parents. I pour a cup of coffee, place it on the table as she hangs up, and ask if she wants one. She does, so I bring over another, sit next to her, and rub my face. I’m still not fully awake. My hand rests on Jules’ thigh, except she doesn’t place hers on top. Her arms hug her body, leaning away from me.

Fuck!

I’m not ready for shit right now.

Without thinking too much, I ask, “What’s wrong, Jules?” She shakes her head, so I grab her shoulder, pulling her halfway on my lap to face me. “I’m not in the fucking mood, Jules. Something’s wrong, so just tell me.” Her body wiggles to break free, but my arms are a vice grip. “Stop.” Jules’ red, sad, magnetic face is an inch away. Her eyes flit from mine to my lips and back. I give her a small squeeze. “Tell me.”

Those all-consuming forest color eyes shift away when she licks those tantalizing lips. Her voice is proof she’s been crying for hours.

“I’ve been thinking about…that building.” My eyebrow ticks upward. “The one where people have group sex.” I remain quiet. Her fingers trace my Adam’s apple. “And I was wondering…”

“If I’ve ever participated.”

Her eyes edge upwards, locking on mine. “Yes.”

She bites her lower lip, waiting. I know she’s going to spiral this into something bigger than it is. Sex. Group sex. It isn’t a big deal. There are plenty of swinger places in the area. Except Jules’ thoughts tend to absorb and playout scenes that will only cause her harm. They’ll bleed her mind and heart into despondency, and I can’t have that now. She’s to meet my brother and sister-in-law, yet we’ve never lied to each other. It’s been pure honesty, good or bad, so I stick to honesty and tell her.

“Yes, I’ve participated.” She sucks in a breath. “Like you, I’ve had other sexual partners, too.”

I change her position, freeing one arm, so I can play with her pussy. To bring sensations to the forefront and diminish the conversation.

“Why?”

Pressing her back into my chest, my hand slips into her jeans, and I slide a finger along her swollen wetness. She moans and my finger dips inside, wiggling and curling upward.

Her legs push at the table, and she says, “No. We need to talk.”

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