Stroke Of Fear (12 page)

  He rolls his hips and squeezes my side harder. “Aubrey,” he whispers into my ear. I bite him again. He
moves his hips against mine. “Tell me to stop, darlin’.”
  
Stop? Hell no.
“No,” I refuse, trailing my fingers down his abs. They’re hard, flat and drool-worthy. I didn’t expect anything less.

   Dampening his lips, he bites down on his bottom lip, hard. Gri
pping my ass, he sits us both up, so that I’m straddling him.
Oh.
His erection settles to my warmth, and I realize exactly how I affect him. Tanner rocks me up and down on his lap, trailing kisses down my neck. I bite back a scream that’s threatening to leave my throat.

   Tanner growls and grips my neck, brin
ging my face down to stare at him. “Please, tell me to stop, Aubrey. Not like this. I don’t want it to be like this. I want it to be good. Long, hard, slow. I want you to feel me. I want to fuck you the way that you deserve. Not in the back of my truck.”

   Unable to help it, a cry breaks from
my throat.
   “Aubrey,” he whispers, locking his lips with mine again. Heaven. Closing my eyes, I roll my hips on his, feeling his fingers dig into my ass harder.

   “Tanner,” I moan, reaching for his zipper. I feel it, then his fingers latch around my wrist.

   “Please, tell me to stop, Aubrey.” He screws his eyes shut. “Not like this. Not in the back of my goddamn truck.” He’s breathless. Biting my lip, I nod. I understand. A little bit of me wants it to be more special. To let him touch me, taste me as long and as slow as he wants to. I know it’s going to be worth it.

   “Okay, I’m sorry. I just
—”

   He stops me with his finger on my lip. “Thank you. I want you just as bad. Don’t think any different, ya hear me?”

   I nod. “Yes, sir.”

   A smile rises from the corner of his lips and he winks. “That’s what Daddy likes to hear.”

   Tanner drags me back under the covers and pulls me to him. We sit in the silence of the night for a few minutes. I love the feeling of him pressed against me, holding me so close. I feel safe. Wanted.

   “Tanner, you know how to swim, right?”

   He chuckles in my ear. “I saved you, didn’t I?”

   I swallow and nod. “I want you to help me. I know how to swim
; I just freak out when I’m in the water. I can’t concentrate and everything is going crazy in my head. Can you help me?”

   My eyes are closed, even though I’m not facing him, I don’t want to see his reaction. Tanner reaches around and pulls me onto my back. “Look at me, Aubrey.”

   I open my eyes and gaze at him. His gray eyes are intense, his smile slightly pulled up. “I would love to help you.”

   I sigh in relief. “Thank you.”

   Pulling me onto his chest, he kisses the top of my head. “No, thank you.”

***

     My eyes flutter open. A yawn rips from my mouth, and I wipe across my face.
Wet? Why is my face damp?
Sitting up, I gasp. The sun is well in the sky.
Why am I outside?
What. The. Hell?

   Tanner. He
’s lying beside me, one hand hanging over my waist, the other tucked in the covers beside him. His mouth is partly open, his chest moving in slow, elaborate sighs.

   The m
orning dew is covering his face and my own. I wipe at my neck, and pull my damp hair from sticking to my skin. Birds are flying around, the morning sun beating down on us.
Oh, no. What time is it?
I search around for my phone, but I come up short.

   Sliding out of Tanner’s grip, I crawl toward the tailgate
and jump off. I wade through the weeds, and dig around inside his truck until I find my cell resting in the cup holder.

  
Ten in the morning. Shit, we’re so late.
Shutting the door, I glance over the field, and my eyes stop by the edge of the woods. Someone is there. Watching us. Chills rack over my body, my hands begin to shake.
No, it’s not him.
He’s in prison. Attempted murder. Craziness. Fucking whacko.
He. Is. Not. Out.
The distance is wide, long between us. But, I feel his gaze like he’s standing next to me.

   He
’s wearing a white hat. Tilting his head to the side, he stares. Like Jason or Michael Myers. A soft touch breezes against my arm, and I scream.

   “Hey, it’s me,” Tanner says into my ear. “What’s wrong?” He turns me around to look at him. I try to open my mouth
, but I can’t. I just point. He follows my finger, and his dark, brows pull down in the middle. “What is it?”

  
What?
I spin around, and my jaw drops. No one is standing by the woods.
Was I imagining it?
“He was… someone was standing right there.”

   “Stay here,”
Tanner says, gesturing toward the passenger seat.

   “Wait, where are you going?”

   He turns around and lifts a brow. “I’m gonna go check. Get in the truck until I get back.” Nodding, I crawl into the truck and watch as he walks toward the edge of the woods and disappears.

   Had someone really been there?
It was such a distance, but he looked so real. I’m not imagining things. When ten minutes hits I’m shaking against the door handle, my fingers lightly wrapped around the metal. Tanner emerges almost in the same spot. He is walking slowly, hands shoved in his jeans pockets. He doesn’t have a shirt on still, and I ogle him as he walks back.
God, how hot can one person be?
It should be against the law. He could easily give a girl a heart attack. It’s not only that he’s Ian Somerhalder gorgeous. It’s different. Humble. Masculine. He would be the spokes-model for sexy lumberjacks. His shoulders are wide, strong; his skin tanned and flawless.

   “I didn’t see anybody, darlin’,” his southern drawl brings me back to the present.

   I press my lips together. “You don’t believe me?” He doesn’t. Why would he? We just met. We’re just now starting—whatever this is between us—and now I’ve chased him off. No one believed me at first either. I had seen Michael around town for a while. He would follow me to school some days. Then he wasn’t there when I went to get the teacher. Ever.

   “
Darlin’,” he voice is deep, seductive. “If you say you saw something I believe you. Maybe it was someone from the house on the other side of the woods. A few cabins are there. I’m sure it was someone.” He runs his fingers along his jaw. “Now, you ready to go back to camp? We’re probably gonna get our asses in trouble. We didn’t show up for breakfast, and our campout starts in two hours.”

   He believes me. “Thank you. Let’s go.”

Chapter Nine

Aubrey

   Tanner and I both get texts on the way back to the camp. We have a camp counselor meeting in ten minutes. I can only imagine what it’s going to be about.

   “You think they know we’re gone?”

   Tanner raises a heavy eyebrow. “If Jake knows I’m sure he went to tell on us. Dumb bastard.”

   Twisting my fingers in my lap, I peer out the window. “Well, what do you think we should say?”

   Tanner doesn’t seem fazed. His arm rests behind my head, and the other loosely grips the steering wheel. “The truth.” He shrugs. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

   He’s right. We
’re adults—which, reminds me. “How old are you?”

   He glances at me from the corner of his ey
e and tries to keep a smile from widening across his face. “How old do you think I am?”

   I’ve never been any good at this game. “Um, twenty
-three.”

   He cracks a smile. “Close. Twenty
-four. You?”

   “Twenty-two.”

   “Youngster.”

   “You’re only two years older than me. I’d hardly say that makes me a youngster.”

   He smiles. “Sexy youngster?”

   “Maybe.”

   “How about fuckin’ sexy youngster?”

   I smile. “Keep going.”

***

   Everyone is sitting in the counselor room when we barge in. Every pair of eyes glance
s our way. I’m sure my cheeks are blood red, because I feel like I’m holding fire in them.

   Mrs. Jones clears her throat. “Tanner
, Aubrey, take a seat. We’re about to have a little discussion.”

   Shit.
I frown and meet Cassie’s eyes. She is smiling ear-to-ear and giving me a thumbs up. My eyes move around the room as we take the seats closet to us. Jake is staring at me, boring holes into my head.
Christ, I should be ash on the ground right now.
His eyes are black, one swollen. His lip is cut, and he looks worn.

  
The warmth of Tanner’s hand wraps around my fingers. He interlocks his with mine and guides me to my seat. Jake doesn’t miss the movement; his eyes are fixated on it.

   I give Tanner a sideways gla
nce, but he looks relaxed, not at all worried about Jake’s glares.

   “Okay,
children
,” Mrs. Jones says.
She called us children, she’s pissed.
“I’ve heard about some fighting and…possible inappropriate behavior.” Her gaze travels to Tanner and me.
Great.

   “Wou
ld anyone like to share what the hel—heck is going on?” I almost snicker at her cursing.

   No one says anything. Not one soul.
Cassie eyes me from across the room and holds back a smile. Eric is doing the same, nodding his head.

   Tanner growls. “I assume you’re t
alkin’ ‘bout me and Jake gettin’ into a fight. Yes, we fought. Aubrey had a panic attack—”

   “What?” Jake sits up in his chair. “How?
Why? What did you do to her?” His voice starts to rise.

   “Nothing,”
I snap out. “He saved my life.
Twice
.”

   Mrs. Jones holds up her hand. “Let him finish.”

   Tanner’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows. “So, I brought her back to her cabin. Jake was there, saw my arm wrapped around her and came at me. So, yes, I fought him. What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me? I defended myself. Momma didn’t raise no fool.”

   I bark out a laugh. It’s not the right time, I know.
But, who says that?
The corner of his lip rises. “Something funny?” he whispers.

   I shake my head.

   “Hush,” Mrs. Jones says. Her face is red now.
I think I’ll shut up.
“Is that true, Jake? Did you
come at
Tanner?”

   Jake’s jaw pops from clenching it so tight. “Yes.”

    “Well, I believe Tanner needs an apology.”

   “Hell no,” Jake says, sitting up in his seat. “I’m not apologizing to him. He shouldn’t have been with my girl.”

   “I’m not your
anything
, Jake. Drop it.”

   “Don’t say that. Don’t fucking
—”

   “Shut up,” Mrs. Jones interrupts. “Say it. Now. Or you’ll go home and not be welcomed back.”

   Jake holds Tanner’s glare. Neither one of them blink. “Sorry,” Jake says.

   “Now,” Mrs. Jones interlocks her fingers around her knee
s. “On to other matters. Where were you two this morning?”

  
Fuck.
I press my mouth together. I’m so not going to say it out loud. Assumptions are going to be made—even if I wanted those said assumptions—they didn’t happen.

   Squeezing my hand, Tanner clears his throat. “Last night we went to a place about a mile from here. It’s a little field with a pond. We sat on the tailgate and watched the sunset and then fell asleep. We forgot to set our alarms, so we missed breakfast.”
    Mrs. Jones presses her lips together. “There will be no funny business at this camp. I would have to be stupid to think none of the camp counselors would hit it off. That’s fine …”she says, uneasily. “However, there won’t be any sleeping outside of your own cabin at night. I won’t tolerate it.”
   Tanner nods. “Yes, ma’am. I promise it won’t happen again.”

   She turns to me, her short, gray bob moving with the motion. She lifts an eyebrow. “No, ma’am. It won’t happen again.”

   She nods. “Okay, well, we need to get to the next camp activity. You all have your schedules. Get ready. Tanner and Aubrey you’re taking a group of seven camping.” She narrows her eyes. “Behave.”
   Cassie snorts, which makes Eric snort. Mrs. Jones closes her eyes. “Get to your activities before I come to my senses and fire you all. Go.” She shoos us away with her hand.