Nowhere But Here (Thunder Road #1)(71)

“It’s just us and if you’re scared I’m going to cop a second-base feel, don’t worry. What happened at the Lanesville clubhouse was a onetime deal.”

With a dramatic sigh, Emily sheds her shirt then shimmies out of the jeans to expose the blue bikini. She frees her hair from its bun and it spills like water around her shoulders. My lungs constrict so damn tight I have to force in air.

Emily’s beautiful. Gorgeous. She’s got curves a guy could spend hours worshipping. Swimming was a bad idea. An evil one and I’m wondering what the hell Olivia was thinking. Emily wraps her arms around her bare stomach. She’s uncomfortable and I’m horny as hell.

“I’ll race you,” I suggest quickly.

“Where to?” she asks.

Chevy, Razor and I have swum across the pond easily enough, but it wore our asses out and that’s what I need—to be so damn tired that I tumble into a coma tonight and keep my hands off her body. “If you’re a good enough swimmer then let’s race to the other side.”

Emily’s lips slant up. “I swim in the ocean with my dad. This could be very bad for you.”

Competitive. Gotta say I like it. “I don’t listen to talk. Only action. Jump in and quit running your mouth.”

With her arms stretched over her head, Emily dives in.

Emily

MY MUSCLES MELT into the wood of the warm dock. With my eyes closed, I flip over onto my stomach. Even with the sunscreen and the afternoon shade of the oak tree, odds are I’ll burn. Oz and I have spent too much time here, but swimming and being lazy has been fun.

Won’t lie—I also enjoy having won the race.

A huge breeze slams across the water and little waves lap against the dock. I pop up onto my elbows when the dock gently drifts with the current. Lying a foot from me, Oz opens his eyes. “We should get going. A severe storm is supposed to come through this evening.”

Not a fan of storms, I snag my shirt. “Then let’s go. It’s gotta be, what? Five o’clock?”

“Seven-thirty,” Oz answers.

My head whips toward him. “Seven-thirty?”

He slowly sits up and rests his arms on his bent knees. “You dozed for a few hours.”

I blink. Rapidly. Yeah, I fell asleep, but I didn’t think it was for that long. “You should have woken me.”

“Why? You were under shade and we don’t have anywhere to be.”

My pulse pounds rapidly as I take in the fading light. The thick woods surrounding us have lost their friendly glow and now possess a foreboding shadow.

It’s toward the end of June. The sun will set late. Between eight and nine and it’s already seven-thirty. It only took a few minutes to get here, but I still need to hunt down the tree. Dang it, how could I forget this? It’s the whole reason I’m here.

I fumble with the shirt, drop it, and when I try to pick it up again, my hands shake. We’ll make it. We’ll definitely reach Olivia’s before the sunset and I won’t be left behind, smothered by darkness and woods. But Oz said a storm is coming. Sure enough, massive clouds race across the sky. A storm will mean losing daylight faster and I scramble to my feet.

“We have time before the storm hits,” he says.

“I know.” And while nervous adrenaline engulfs me, I can’t help but notice how the muscles in Oz’s abdomen ripple as he stands. “The time surprised me.”

“So are you ready for the rope swing?” Oz asks.

My head inclines to the side. “I’m sorry?”

“The rope swing. It’s tradition. Everyone who swims in the lake has to jump into the water using the swing. Then you carve your name on one of the trees.”

“Well...” I assess the rope. It dangles over the water and it’s attached to the aging tree. The one I’m assuming Olivia wanted me to find. Off to the side of the swing, in the water, are several large rocks and in the middle is a deep pool. It appears safe enough, but I don’t have time.

I can’t be caught out here. Not in the woods. Not with the darkness. “I’m okay with being the exception.”

Oz crosses his arms over his chest. “Classic Emily.”

“What?”

“Backing out of things. You engage just enough and then you skulk back into your shell.”

Uh... “It was me that kissed you.”

“Yeah, and you stopped before it got good. Think about it. You’ve been here for a month, and tell me what you’ve learned about any of us.”

“Plenty.”

“What type of cancer does Olivia have?”

Oz swears when I don’t answer.

“No one’s mentioned what type,” I whisper.

“And you’ve never asked. Day after day your body is here, you play nice, talk to your parents and then you go to bed. Like today, you spend the day with me and then I give you an opportunity to be a part of the bigger picture, part of a family tradition, and you rein yourself back in where it’s nice and safe.”

His words sting. Very much so, but how dare he throw anything in my face. “I have shared. I told you about how I’m scared of upsetting my dad by being curious about Eli.”

“And then you crawled back into your hole—proving my point.”

“Like you’ve tried so hard to get to know me?”