The Stopover (The Miles High Club, #1)(94)
He sits down beside me, and I pass him his glass. I brought two wineglasses. I knew if I tried to make him drink out of a plastic cup, it would have been all over.
He sits in his cheap fold-up chair and takes his glass from me, and I smile and raise mine to him. “To a successful escape from Alcatraz.”
He smirks and takes a sip and looks around at the darkness. “Okay, so what do we do now?”
“This is it.”
“This is it?” He frowns.
“Yeah . . . you just sit here.”
“And do what?”
“Relax.”
“Oh.” He looks around at the dark forest and sips his wine, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing. It’s completely dark now, and the forest is beginning to come alive with animals. Echoes can be heard in the distance.
He’s in complete freak-out mode inside and holding it in. He tips his head back and drains his glass and holds it out for an immediate refill.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting plastered so I don’t remember getting eaten by a bear.” He shakes his head. “It’s the only way.”
I laugh. “This is completely safe, Jameson.”
He widens his eyes. “That’s what Daniel said right before he went missing.”
“Who’s Daniel?”
“Blair Witch Daniel . . . ever watched it?” he mutters dryly as he looks around.
“No.” I smirk.
“Probably best you don’t.” He looks around at the forest. “Hauntingly familiar.”
I laugh as I get up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“What?” He stands in a rush. “Where’s that?”
“Up the trail.”
His face falls. “You can’t walk up there alone. It’s dangerous.”
“No. I’m not. You’re coming with me.”
“What?” He frowns.
“Come on, Jay.”
“No, we are not leaving the campsite. I don’t want to be walking around.”
I smile as I look down at the lake. The moonlight is dancing across the water. “All right.” I stand and take my shirt off and then slide my panties down.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going skinny-dipping.”
“What?” His eyes flick to the black water. “No . . . no you’re not. I forbid it.”
I take off my bra and throw it over his head, and he snatches it away.
“Emily.”
I kick my panties off.
“Have you gone completely fucking crazy?” he whispers.
“Maybe.”
He looks around. “Anybody could be watching.”
I smile and run to the water’s edge. “You coming in, chicken?” I wade thigh high into the water.
“Are you fucking insane?” he cries from the water’s edge.
I splash water his way. “Get in, yellowbelly.”
He runs his hands through his hair in a complete panic. “Emily, this is not safe.”
“This is a lot safer than New York, Jay. Come on . . . live a little.”
He looks left, and then he looks right as he clenches his hands at his sides.
“Jay, come on, baby.” I smile as I lower myself into the water. “I’ll protect you.”
He closes his eyes. He wants to come in—I know he does.
“Come on.” I laugh as I swim. “The water is beautiful.”
With a shake of his head, he takes his shirt off and throws it to the side. I laugh as I float on my back. He begins to wade into the water.
“Take your shorts off.”
“No way in hell am I offering my dick as live bait for a fucking eel,” he barks.
He wades to me and takes me into his arms. The water is cold and fresh, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
The moonlight is beaming off the water, and he smiles as he kisses me gently. “You’re crazy, Emily Foster.”
“And I love you.” I smile up at him. This does feel crazy . . . crazy good.
“You better.” His lips dust mine.
I wrap my legs around his waist as I feel my arousal wake from its slumber. Our kiss turns passionate. “I think we need to christen the lake,” I whisper up at him.
“You’re a complete sex maniac.”
I smile as I kiss him and pull his shorts down a little. “We’ve already established this. Now fuck me, Lake Boy, before your wiener gets eaten, and I don’t mean by me.”
He smirks against my lips as he grabs my behind. “Shut up. You’re wrecking it.”
Drop.
Drop.
Drop, drop. From my deep slumber, I hear rain as it sprinkles onto the tent.
Drop, drop, drop. It gets heavier.
“Don’t fucking tell me,” Jameson whispers from beside me.
Crash sounds the thunder, and we both jump in fright as the forest flashes white.
“You can’t be serious,” he mutters into the darkness.
My back is to Jay, and I bite my lip to try to stop myself from laughing. He had a complete meltdown when we got into bed over the sound of the animals in the forest keeping him awake—in fact, he’s had about ten meltdowns.
This will be the icing on the cake.