Stroke Of Fear

   Heat races under my skin, my lower stomach aching with need. Why not? I’m safe. He’s mine. Lifting a brow, I drop my towel. Tanner’s eyes widen, like fucking saucers, and his mouth gapes open. “Aubrey… put your towel back on. Now,” he grits through his teeth.

   I can’t believe I’m doing this. Smiling, I step toward him. His gaze is on my chest, my thighs, my stomach… all of me. I see the temptation in his eyes. His fingers twitch

   “Tanner,” I whisper. “Touch me, please.”

   “Christ,” he hisses through his teeth, gripping my neck and turning me so that I’m sitting on top of the counter. “Aubrey,” he bites my lower lip, “I told you not to do that.” The heat from his mouth is burning me up. I feel like I’m on fire.

   “Why?” I mumble through my teeth. “Don’t you like it?”

   Fingers dig into my ass, and he finds my lips. That’s definitely the answer I was looking for. His growls are coming faster, harder. I’m naked in front of him, and I couldn’t care less. I suck his bottom lip in with my teeth and grab the edge of his camp shirt. Tugging it over his head, he tosses it to the side. “Aubrey,” he moans into my mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

   “Touch me,” I beg. I’ve never been so forward, so blunt. But I want—need him. It’s like he was meant to be here with me. For me. Tanner presses his forehead against my own and trails his index finger down to my breast and cups me. I cry out, it’s such a small touch but it lights me on fire. His calloused finger rubs over my nipple, slowly at first, then he speeds up. My back arches, my breasts tender from his firm grip. “You feel so good in my hands, darlin’.”

   Gripping his neck, I move his ear toward my mouth. “More.”

   Tanner cups my other breast, and then takes his index finger and slides it down to my sex. His hands are large, rough but gentle. My heartbeat is pumping harder against my ribs. My eyes roll back in my head. I feel his finger slide against me until it’s circling my clit. “Ah,” I cry out in his ear, wrapping my hands into his hair. The contrast between his rough finger and my soft folds is heaven. He slides against me harder, quicker.

“Fuck, Aubrey.” His fingers inch lower, slowly entering me. I tighten my thighs, leaning my head against his broad shoulder. “You’re so fuckin’ wet for me, baby.”

   I’m soaking. I can’t help it; I want him so bad it hurts. “Please, don’t stop this time. I want it. I want you.”

   He presses his head against my shoulder and starts to move his fingers quicker. I’m shivering against him, my body hungry for more. “You like that?” he whispers, his voice low and deep. “Tell me you like it.”

   Christ, hearing his voice is like swallowing a cold glass of water after three days in the desert. “I love it.”

    He pulls his finger away and unzips his jeans. He stands in front of me in his boxer briefs, and they’re filled out nicely. I tug on his waistband, bringing him closer. “I’m gonna take care of you, darlin’. Let me take care of you.” He tugs my hair and forces my mouth open with his own.

    Tanner slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me against his erection. “You feel that?” he whispers. I nod, slowly, unable to do anything else. “I’m gonna make you scream my name—loud. I want you underneath me. I have since I laid eyes on you.”

Oh, I want that, too. So much. A loud three knocks echoes against the door. My voice is hoarse from breathing so hard, dry and scratchy. “Not now, Cassie.”

   Cassie giggles. “It’s not me. Mrs. Jones and Jake are both here to check on you. Apparently someone called Mrs. Jones and told her you were distressed. Should I tell her you’re doing just fine in there?”

   Tanner nods against my cheek. “I don’t want to stop.” He bites my neck gently and tugs on my hips.

   “Tell her I’m fine,” I say, my voice low. I’m not even sure how I’m talking right now without it coming out in a moan.

   Cassie leaves, I guess. Tanner doesn’t waste any time pressing against me and covering my mouth with his own.

   Three more knocks. “Jesus,” Tanner spits out.

   “What?” I nearly yell.

   Cassie laughs. “They insist you come out now. Sorry, I even tried to bribe them. They’re not budging.”

   Closing my eyes, I press my cheek against Tanner’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

   He groans. “Just wait a second.” He closes his eyes.

   “What are you doing?”

   “Thinking about dead puppies.”

    “What? Why?”

   He glares at me and then I remember. I laugh, loudly. “I guess there are advantages about being a girl.” I jump down from the counter and grab my towel. “Let’s get this over with.”

   Jake paces the floor, and Mrs. Jones is standing next to the door. They both look up and exhale at the same time. “What happened?” Jake says, walking toward me. I’m still in my towel since I didn’t bring any clothes in with me. His mouth drops open a tad bit, but he stops. I’m guessing Tanner’s walked out behind me.

   Heat swarms my body. How fucking embarrassing. “Oh, I just had…a personal problem.” I should have thought this out before.

   Mrs. Jones cocks a brow and brushes her gray hair from her eyes. “Well, Jake called me and told me he thought he’d heard you crying—”

   “Wait, why was Jake creepin’ around her cabin?” Tanner asks.

   “Oh, don’t even fucking go there with me, country. I had her first. She’s mine.”

   Tanner snorts and clenches his fists. “The hell she is.”

   Cassie snickers below her fingernail and moves her eyebrows up and down at me.

   “Boys, stop the nonsense.” Mrs. Jones slams her hands down on her hips. “Are you okay, Aubrey?”

   I nod. “Cramps. I have really bad cramps.”

   She frowns and gives Jake the evil eye. “Well, take some medicine and put a heating pad on it. You’ll be fine in the morning. As for you two”—she looks back and forth between Tanner and Jake—“get to your cabins and stay there.” She gives us a stern look and leaves without a glance back.

   “I’m sorry, Aubrey. I heard you crying and I knew you wouldn’t talk to me—”

   “It’s okay, Jake. Thanks.”

   He doesn’t look like he wants to leave. He’s pressing the toe of his shoe onto a smudge on our floor. “Did you get my flowers?”

   Wait, what? “You sent those?” I glance over at Tanner. His eyes are narrowed, but I see him sigh a bit.

   Running his hands through his dark blond hair, he shrugs. “Yeah, who did you think sent them?”

   I give him a half shrug. “I had no idea.”

   No one says anything for a few long, tortuous moments. Cassie fakes a yawn and stretches. “Well, I guess I’m getting ready to go to bed. That means leave.”

   Jake rolls his eyes and gives Tanner and me another long look. I can tell he wants to say something. But, he doesn’t. He just walks out.

   Cassie scoffs. “Well, we know that if anyone is lurking around Jake will see ‘em. Since he’s stalking you now? What the hell is going on in his head?”

   “God, I don’t want to know.”

   Tanner wraps his arms around me and rests his head on my shoulder. Turning his face toward my ear, he nibbles on the lobe. “You need to get some rest.”

   As much as I want to protest, I don’t. I’m suddenly so tired. My limbs feel heavy, my eyes trying to shut. “Okay. Will you stay with me?” I whisper.

   He nods against the side of my head. “Always.”