The Stopover (The Miles High Club 1)
“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.