Stroke Of Fear

share one with Aubrey. You’re welcome, bro. You’re welcome.”

   Tanner points toward his tent. “That’s yours. Don’t fuck it up, or I’m gonna whoop your ass.”

    Sharing a tent. Sure, I had imagined Tanner sneaking into my tent late tonight, holding me like he did in the field. But, knowing he has to sleep with me warms my body everywhere.

   Tossing some logs into the fire, I try not to laugh. Even though Austin is obnoxious, I can’t help but like him. He has that effect on people.

   The night is settling in, the crickets singing, the moon hangs brightly in the sky. Beside the moonlight, the fire is the only other source of light. The kids eat their Lunchables, and the ones who will eat the beans Tanner made shovel those in their mouths. I watch as he stirs the pot that was here for us, his muscles clenching with each movement. My thoughts drift back to the night before. He felt so warm and safe. And God, he can kiss.

   “See something you like, Blondie?”

   I jump and drop my plastic fork.

“Austin,” I say, grabbing another one from the package.

   He laughs and taps my shoulder. “You like my brother, huh?”

   I sigh but don’t answer. I don’t have to answer him.

   “Humm,” he says, chomping on his food. “He’s a good guy. Damaged, but good. But, I kind of think you’re damaged, too.”

   What. The. Hell? “How would you know that?” I ask, keeping an eye over all the kids eating.

   “I see it in your eyes. It’s the same look Tanner gets when Amanda is mentioned.”

I know that look. I see it every day in the mirror.

   Tanner sits down on the other side of me with his food and nudges my shoulder. “My brother givin’ you a hard time?”

   I glance at Austin, who is now flirting with a girl on his other side.

“No.”

   We finish our meals. I let the kids make s’mores and tell stories around the fire. Tanner skips me when it gets around to my turn. I’m glad. I don’t want another repeat of last time.

   “Okay, guys. It’s time to get into bed. It’s eleven. Stay in your own tents. If you have to use the bathroom through the night, come get us. Now that I think of it, does anyone have to go now?” No one says anything, so Tanner continues. “We don’t want you going off by yourselves, ’kay? Come. Get. Us.”

    They all mumble underneath their breath and start staggering toward their tents. I gather the leftovers and dump them in a trash bag we brought along. There are cans everywhere. This is birth control in itself. Never have kids and you won’t have to pick up everything they put in their hands.

   A warm breath spills over my neck. “Need some help, darlin’?”

   “Well, I’m finished now.” I turn and glance up at him. “Just like a man, wait until you’re finished to ask.”

   A smile is riding on his lips, the moonbeams animating his face. I run my fingers along the scruff on his jaw. He moans underneath my touch and turns his mouth to nip at my finger. “Ya know, I was pretty bummed that my brother was coming along. But, it looks like the little bastard may have done some good.”

   He laughs, leaning his mouth toward my ear. His voice is deep, low, sexy. As. Fuck. “You think you’re going to get lucky?”

   He nibbles my earlobe and wraps one of his arms around my waist to bring me closer. “I think I may.”

   Pushing back from me, he wraps his hand over the back of my neck. “You ready for bed?”

   God. I never thought those words would sound so sexy. “I need to use the bathroom first. Can you walk with me?”

   He nods, sliding his hand down my back to grip around my waist. I grab some toilet paper from my bag and let Tanner lead me into the woods. Mrs. Jones had mentioned we could “use the land.” I’m assuming that means use a leaf. Hell no. I don’t think anyone is that into nature to do that. Well, at least I’m not.

   It’s quiet, only the distant sound of crickets. Our feet crunch over the leaves, and it’s familiar, nice. None of this looks real. It’s all too perfect. Something bad always happens when things are too perfect.

   “Over here. Go and I’ll keep watch.”

   “From what? Bears?”

   He rolls his eyes and points toward a tree behind him. “Kids. You know my brother, I’m sure there is at least ten boys on this trip that would love to see your naked ass. Me included. Not while you’re peeing but … you get the point.”

    “Well, if you’re good…” I say, taking a few steps out of the way. I do my business, quickly. I hate peeing in the woods. Leaves and sticks always poke my ass. When I finish I fumble around in the dark, loudly, until I feel Tanner’s arm around my waist.

   “You’d make a terrible spy. You’re loud.”

   “Ha. Ha.”

   We make it back to the camp in one piece. All the kids are in their beds, and I hear the faint sound of snoring. I’m sure they’re just as tired as I am. Although, they aren’t spending their night with a hottie who wants to devour you. I giggle to myself.

  “What’s so funny?” Tanner asks.

   I shake my head.

   He tugs me harder against his side. “What’s. So. Funny,” he whispers in my ear. I can hear the laugh in his voice, but I keep my mouth closed.

   I unzip the tent, and then I feel a gentle push. “Ouch,” I say, rubbing my butt. Tanner leans in and zips the tent up around us. The tension is already boiling. I want him more than I did in his truck.

   He glances down at me, a smile tugging at his lip. “What’s. So. Funny?”

   I shake my head again and shrug.

   Stroking his jaw, he tugs at his camp shirt until he is crouching in front of me with a white undershirt on. “Well, we’ll just have to get you to talk, now won’t we?”

   Shivers attack my spine and work their way down to my toes. He eases toward me, and I lean back. He laughs, loud and deep. It’s so raw, it makes my thighs ache. He jumps down on top of me, sending my head back toward my pillow.

   “Ouch,” I mumble. “Something poked me.”

   “What is it?” he asks, helping me back up to a sitting position. Rubbing my head, I turn around and fumble across my pillow.

   I wrap my hand around something and bring it back up to my face. I blink once, twice. Blood rushes toward my head. No. It can’t be. No. Tanner wraps his hand around my trembling fingers. “Do you know what these are?” he asks.

   I nod. “It’s…It’s…” My voice cuts off with a sob.

   Tanner sits down beside me and brings me close to his chest. “Shhh, darlin’, What is it?”

   “Zip ties. The ones”—another sob—“the same ones he tied my feet and wrist with. Pink.” My voice cracks. Who would have done this? No one knows but Tanner. He was with me the entire time. “He’s here,” I manage to croak. Breathing in short gasps, I try to keep myself from hyperventilating.

   “Aubrey, listen. He isn’t here. This is a sick joke. Does anyone else know beside me?”

   “No, no, no,” I mumble against his chest.

   Tanner trails his fingers down my neck to grip my shoulder. His eyes are bright from the moonbeams shining through the roof. “You’re going to be fine, I promise you. He’s in jail, right?”

   I nod and sniffle into the air.

   “Okay, the police would call you if he escaped. He isn’t here. This is… I don’t know who put this in here but I’ll find out. Just relax. I want you to close your eyes, lay back.”

   Tanner guides me down toward my pillow and places his elbow beside my head to keep him up. “Close your eyes. I’m gonna be here. You’re safe, Aubrey. Get some sleep.”

   I listen to him coo into my ear and let my tears run their course. The memories are raging in my head,