Page 18 of On The Edge
What has happened to her?
“You guys don’t… There’s… It’s…” She stutters and trips painfully over her words. I know we need to talk, to clear the air, but I think she needs to hear something more important first.
I step into her space, holding her hand before pulling her in close. She melts into my body, letting me hold her. Her hips are wide, just perfect for both my hands, and a tight waist gives her an amazing hourglass figure. Her eyes follow my every movement, and her head falls back slightly as she has to look up to meet my eyes.
“Do you want me?” I ask, holding her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. A look of panic crosses her face, like I’ve discovered a secret she wanted to hide. “Tell me, Echo. And don’t lie. I’ll know.”
Echo.It sounds so right leaving my lips again. I told her back in high school that everything she does echoes within me. It started when she would sit in the garage with us while we practiced and she’d be reading, or drawing, or something just across from me. I’d watch as her foot would mimic mine while I hit the bass drum. The fourth practice, I remember smirking and calling her my little echo.
It stuck.
And I’ve missed it so fucking much.
She swallows, biting her bottom lip, and holds my forearms with both hands before I see fire in her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My heart fuckingsingsand my breath catches. Hearing her say she wants me is all I’ve ever wanted since I first laid eyes on her. I cup the back of her head and bring her lips to mine passionately. Our lips lock together tightly and I bask in her scent, in her taste. Licking the seam of her lips to deepen the kiss, she opens her mouth with a little gasp and I’m able to finally,finally, taste her fully.
Groaning, I step impossibly closer, making her stumble backward against the sink, but I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady.
Markus coughs loudly.Goddamnit.
My eyes open to see him rest his hip against the counter, and he looks fucking annoyed, but under it I can see that he’s heartbroken.
Right. I need to see what she actually wants.
And find out if it’s what I always thought she might.
I pull back reluctantly, and her lips chase mine.God, I love that. I want more.Resting my forehead against hers, I ask her the second question. One I’m pretty sure I know the answer to.
“Do you want Markus?” I ask breathlessly.
Melody’s eyes open wide and she pulls back quickly. She looks at me first, like she’s embarrassed or guilty, but then her gaze floats past mine to look at Markus.
His dumbass schools his features from real and open to looking cocky and indifferent. It might have worked for anyone that doesn’t actually know him. But I see right through it.
And apparently Melody does, too.
Melody nods, biting her lip again. “I do.”
Markus' eyes widen and he pushes off the counter to stand.
“Are you serious?” he asks, his eyebrows knit together as his eyes turn soft with disbelief. Like he finally heard the words that his soul never dared to hope for.
“I am,” she says with tears in her eyes. “I so am. I want you both.”
Markus and I look at each other, and I nod. “I don’t mind sharing. Do you?”
A slow, predatory smile grows on his lips, and he moves to stand behind Mel. “Not at all.” Markus slides a hand up her side, and he pushes away a few of the hairs that have fallen around her face and become stuck to her neck. I watch with growing arousal as he leans forward and places an open-mouth kiss on her neck.
“It looks like he wants you just as much as I do, Echo,” I whisper in her ear when her eyes flutter closed and she moans.
“I really, really do, baby,” Markus murmurs darkly against her neck.
I move my hands down her front, teasingly slow, and once I get to her waistband, I twist open the button of her miniskirt. The popping of metal and the dragging of her zipper are the only noises in the room other than the pounding bass from outside. My fingers slip just under the seam of her underwear as Melody’s breath catches in her throat, and I look at her for permission to keep going.
Markus watches her with hooded eyes, waiting on edge for her answer. I know just how much the both of us want her, but we’d never push her into something she didn’t consent to.
