Metal Urge by E.D. Wilbourn Read Free Book Online

Sometimes her incredible need for Nigel troubled her.  At times it seemed almost unwholesome and obsessive which worried her more than she cared to admit.  Pushing her unsettling thoughts aside, she gave him a quick kiss and hopped on the seat behind him.
    As Nigel pulled up to a stoplight, Deanna excitedly pointed out a sleek British Racing Green colored Jaguar XKE idling next to them.  She told him the XKE was the only car she had ever wanted to own since she was eight years old and saw one racing along a winding country road on an old black and white British television show.  Nigel teased her about her “champagne tastes on a lager budget,” and they both laughed.
    Stopping to buy a hardy lunch from their favorite Chinese take-away, Nigel drove around until he found an ideal spot along the Thames River with shaded benches where they could sit and enjoy their meal in relative peace and quiet.  He noticed Deanna fidgeting with her food and asked if everything was okay.  She smiled and assured him that she was just tired from her shift at the hotel.  He looked at her doubtfully but didn’t press her for what he suspected was the real reason.  Nigel reckoned she was nervous about spending the weekend together.  He certainly was.  Going for a meal, maybe a film, and then a quick shag was completely different than spending an entire weekend with one another.  They had talked and laughed about many things over the past few weeks so it wasn’t as though they had nothing to say to each other---but two days?  A full forty-eight hours of uninterrupted togetherness was another matter altogether.  Nigel hoped this wouldn’t prove to be the worst idea either of them had ever had.  He liked Deanna, he really did, but this smacked of an intimacy he neither felt nor wanted at this point.  He was just about kicking himself for agreeing to it.  The band’s meeting with Wild Bill was two days away and he needed to focus on his music, working out vocal and melodic challenges which would guarantee that his and the band’s performance was the tightest it had ever been.  It wasn’t as though they hadn’t rehearsed and then rehearsed some more, but Metal Urge would never get another chance like this---not in this lifetime---they had to be better than perfect.
    He glanced at her, appreciating the way her sexy summer outfit made the most of her gorgeous figure.  His eyes traveled over the creamy, luminous skin of her midriff which tapered down to the curve of her delicious little belly button and over the velvet skin of her perfectly shaped coltish legs---such long legs for a petite girl.  The image of those silky legs wrapped around him made his groin tighten painfully against his jeans.  Perhaps she would prove to be a wonderfully pleasant distraction before facing the rigors of cutting a flawless record at Glaston Hall.  Maybe she was just what he needed to get his head together instead of fretting and brooding over his voice.  He’d exercise his lungs during a few dozen rounds of mad, mind-bending sex with Deanna over the next two days; no doubt about that.  Still, there was this persistent, niggling doubt…
    Deanna asked Nigel if he was ready to go, and he stared at her, momentarily irritated by her intrusion on his thoughts.  He forced a jolly smile and offered to toss the leftovers from their meal in the dustbin.  He had no idea where she was taking him, but he was sure it was someplace that meant a lot to her and that was just one more reason to nip this whole weekend idea in the bud---pleasant distraction or not. He felt her slip her soft little hand into his forcing him to look at her happy face.  She looked so beautiful, sweet, and trusting that he grudgingly made up his mind to spend the weekend with her after all.  As for their future together…well that was left to be seen.
    After exiting the old lift, Deanna eagerly made her way down the enclosed observation walkway of the splendid Victorian