Page 3 of Edging Obsession

Through the hall, I approach the doorway, and a smell of spring hits my nostrils. Like the smells of the fields my brother and I played in behind our house, reminding me of home, spiking my endorphins. I grip the top of the doorframe, locking eyes on the woman who is joining us. She captures my attention like a conch shell captures the sound of the ocean. The woman knocks all sense out of me. My steps falter as I enter the area, and we’re both staring at one another. I’m speechless and paralyzed. She’s what I’d call a limited edition. Women don’t look like her where I come from, and those who throw themselves at me are yesterday’s uneaten meals. Untouched and forgotten. I only sample when I get blue balls, and it’s a one-time deal. But I’d definitely make an exception for this woman.

Her gaze travels the length of my body. Instant connection. The whoosh of blood mutes everything before surging to my dick. Every nerve prickles, muscles swell, and my hand shoots out, catching the side wall to avoid falling. She’s a phenomenon, lighting my skin on fire, and enclosing around my heart. One look from her and I crumble into a million little pieces, which I’m not sure I want to put back together.

My body continues moving until I’m standing in front of her. I’m having a similar effect on her, because her throat dips when she swallows while wetting her lips. She sucks in a breath, holds it, and her skin takes on a slight gleam. Remarkable. The sundress offers me a show of her legs, bringing her close to my height. Long brown hair flows a little past her shoulders with soft ringlets. Hazel eyes the color of a forest bed are highlighted by a circular sunburst of yellow. Our eyes roam each other’s faces.

I’ve forgotten about anyone else in the room until Lee breaks our eye contact when he asks, “Do you two know each other?”

We shake our heads. The others watch as I ease into a nearby seat, and she remains standing a few feet away.

Lee clears his throat. “This is Jules Hunter. The woman writing the article.” Lee takes her bag and places it on the opposite couch. “Jules, this is—” He points to each of us. “Singer, Callan, lead guitarist, Ace, bass guitar, Thomas, and—” He hesitates when he notices Jules and I staring at each other again. “Drummer, Miles.” He snaps his fingers, which breaks our connection. “Jules will be with us for two weeks, so we’ll find a place for her to sleep.” Lee’s gaze hits each one of us as he adds, “Be on your best behavior.”

He heads to the front of the bus to talk to the driver about taking off. Callan is the first to touch her, flaying my insides.

He takes her hand, kisses it, and says, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” His eyes wander over her face. “You are exquisite.”

I storm over, take her hand, and lead her to the back area. The guys yell at our retreating backs for us to return. In the other lounge, we stand apart allowing a little distance between us. Our eyes flit over each other’s faces, breaths fighting to become normal. How is it you can meet someone for the first time, yet it feels like you’ve always known them? They speak to your soul, lodging in the center of your chest.

In the other room, the band members are cursing me, but they’ll settle down soon.

I tuck some strands of hair behind her ear, and offer a lopsided grin when I say, “Miles.”

“Jules,” and she returns the smile.

Damn, her smoky voice adds to her allure.

Reconnecting my brain, I direct her to the couch and take a seat next to her. Her beauty is beyond comprehension. Perfection.

She shifts to face me and says, “I don’t know if you felt it, but as soon as I saw you…I…I can’t even explain it.” I offer a simple nod. “Not the talkative type, huh?” My head shakes. “It’s okay. I have enough talk in me for a roomful of people.” A devilish grin captures my face. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you and the others.” I don’t want her to get to know the others.

My hand brushes the hair from her shoulders, fingers resting in the curve of her neck, and my thumb caresses her cheek. Jules’ face colors, and she glances away. With my other hand, I capture her chin and return her attention to me. I brush my finger across her lower lip. Everything about her is smooth. Jules’ eyes rummage over my appearance, pausing on my lips, and rise to my eyes. She places her hand on mine and brings it to her lap.

She runs her fingers along each of my thick digits, humming, and then says, “No picture has done you justice. You’re more handsome in person.” Still gazing at her, I bring her hand to my lips, kissing the tips of each finger. “And confident.” Jules lets out a nervous laugh. She tugs her hand back and I let it go. “Would you mind if I ask you some questions?” I shake my head. “Great! I’ll get my bag and be right back.” I grab her arm before she stands and direct her to stay.

I enter the group area and Callan says, “Hey dick, you stole my moment.”

“You didn’t have a moment.”

The guys lean closer and Ace asks, “Do you know her?” I tell him no. “It sure as hell seems like it. Are you planning on fucking her—”

I grab his shirt and pull him close. “No one’s fucking her.”

He hits my hand away. “Who made you boss? If I or anyone else wants to—”

Again, I grab him by the shirt and this time push him against the wall. Through gritted teeth, I say, “Stay away from her.” He struggles, but I easily overpower him. “Do you understand?” He nods and I turn to the others. “No one touches her. You have enough pussy to keep you busy.”

I release Ace.

“You’re an asshole, Miles.”

Retrieving Jules’ bag, I brush against Ace’s shoulder and say, “Yeah, I know.”

Back on the couch with Jules, she takes out her paper, clicks the pen, and her tongue clucks against the roof of her mouth. Her finger twists around one of her curls, and she offers a shy smile.

“So, Miles, where are you from?”

My dick twitches when she speaks. Her voice is like she had a long session of deep throating, low and husky. My arm rests on top of the couch, close enough that I’d swallow her if I leaned over. She doesn’t move, which I assume makes her okay with our proximity. I take a deep inhale.

Jules taps her pen on the pad of paper. “Miles?” Our eyes connect. “Where are you from?”

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