Stroke Of Fear (8 page)

   He rolls h
is hand through his blond hair and smiles. “
You’re
my tour guide today? This day couldn’t get any better.” He slaps his hand down on my shoulder.

  
I push him away. “Be on time next time, Austin. Don’t be stupid. Please. Let’s just get through this shit.”

   He rolls his eyes and walks over to a group of girls.

   Aubrey is staring at me when I turn back around, but she averts her gaze. “Okay, guys!” she yells. “Put your packs on, make sure your water is filled and we’ll be ready to go.”

   The kids gather their things and line up behind us. The hike is
only a few miles. It shouldn’t take but a couple of hours to get up there back. Aubrey follows alongside of me, keeping her eyes forward. “You’re not really close to Austin are you?”

   “Why do you ask that?”

   She shrugs. “I mean you two didn’t grow up together. You’re not close like buddy brothers.”

   I shake my head. “No, not at all. Momma’s ex-husband, Austin’s dad, moved and got custody of Austin when he was five. He did it out of spite, because obviously he didn’t raise him worth a shit.”

   “So, where’s your dad?”

   “Arkansas. Momma and him got back together about six years ago.”

   She nods and turns back to check on the kids. “You think you’re going to stay here or move back to Arkansas? I mean, do you think you’ll ever move back?”

   “I don’t know. I’m not sure what the fuck I’m doin’ anymore.”

   She bites her lip. “I know exactly what you mean.”

   Aubrey and I keep quiet most of the way. I steal glances at he
r a lot. She gets aggravated when the sweat building on her top lip starts to run into her mouth. She wipes it away with the back of her hand. Her shorts have ridden up her legs, showing each muscle in her thighs.
Christ, I want to run my fingers against those legs.
Spread them wide apart
.

  “Yay,” she exha
les out, “we’re freaking here. I feel like my legs are going to fall off.”

   Biting back a smile, I tug my backpack and toss it to the ground. “
We sure as hell wouldn’t want that to happen.”

   Aubrey sets her things by mine. It’s another campfire with logs around it. It’s our stopping point. “Y’all get your lunches out and eat. Remember what we said
about moderating your water. Y’all don’t want to run out.”

   Aubrey pulls out her sack lunch and we start to eat.
I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now. A few seconds into my sandwich, I see Austin walking toward me, his canteen in hand. I lift a brow but wait for him to say something.

   He stops a foot away from us. “I’m out of water.”

   “Well, you should have moderated it like everyone else, Austin. You never listen.”

   “So, you’re not going to help me get some more? I’m fuckin
—”

   “Watch your mouth,” I snap.

   His jaw tightens. “I need some more water, your
highness
.”

   Aubrey nudges my side with her elbow and shrugs. “There is a stream close by, I can hear it. We can get him some more water while everyone finishes their lunch.”

 
Fuck
.
I was really enjoying this sandwich.
“Watch these kids, Austin. If everything isn’t fine when we get back, I’m whoopin’ your ass in front of everybody.”

   He makes a grand show of tossing the canteen up so I have to reach out to catch it
.

  
I glance at Aubrey. “Ready?”

   The stream is only about one hundred yards away
through a cluster of trees. It’s small, lots of rocks covering the bottom. Moss hangs from the trees above our heads. The low branches sway in the humid wind. “Okay,” Aubrey says, dipping the canteen into the water. A soft bird’s whistle carries through the air, and I see her eyes close to the sound.

  
I fight back the urge to run my finger against her cheek.
God, I want to kiss that pouty mouth. I want to fuck that pouty mouth.
Standing up, she pulls the canteen’s strap over her head. “It’s really beautiful out here.”

   I nod. “What the
…?” She points toward the rocks below us. A small bright purple lizard is perched on a rock, staring at us. Aubrey steps on a stone close to it, and I watch as her shoe starts to slip off the smooth surface. Reaching out, I pull her toward me, knocking us both back into the creek.

 
Shit.
Rocks dig into my back, when Aubrey lands on top of me. Her eyes are screwed shut, her lips pressed together. One eye peeks open, then the other. The green in them are brighter today. “You okay?” she whispers, her lips an inch away from my own.

   Groaning, I clench my fist into the back of her shirt.
She has no idea how fucking okay I am. “I’ve never been any better, darlin’.”

   Her eyes widen, and her lips part, a small sigh escaping them. She takes her bottom lip between her teeth and shifts a bit on me.
Fuck
. I hope she can’t feel my dick. It’s pressed into her stomach. She feels so soft. So right. It’s nothing like Amanda use to feel…it’s different. It makes me feel more alive.

   Aubrey’s eye
s slowly shut. She’s waiting for me to kiss her. And holy fuck I want to. I want to pick her up and drag her to my cabin where I can have my way with her. But, I don’t.

   I slid
e my hands against her shoulders and guide her to her feet.
I’m such a fuckin’ pussy.
“We better get back to the kids,” I say, pulling myself up. A dull ache is traveling along my back. That’s gonna bruise.

   “You’re hurt?” Aubrey
asks, slinging the canteen back around to her front. “Let me see.”

  
Fuck, no.
If she touches me again I don’t think I could stop myself. “Later. Let’s get back to the kids.”

   She huffs, but starts toward the
camp. I can tell she’s pissed. She doesn’t understand. I want her. This is the first time I’ve felt anything since Amanda died. The dull ache is my chest lifts when I’m around her. It’s fucking scary as hell.

   Austin is standing in the middle of the campers, crushing a
random beer can using the top of his head. I pray he found it in the damn woods and didn’t bring it. Aubrey giggles.

“Austin
…” I say.

   He turns around and gives us a salute. “All camper
s counted for, sir. You can count them yourselves.”
   I snatch the canteen from Aubrey and shove it at Austin’s chest. “Here. You’re welcome.”

***

   Aubrey barely looks at me on our way back. She is even walking a few steps ahead of me. She’s still limping on her left side. I want to ask her about it, but she’s still pissed.

   Once we get back
, the campers go back to get ready before dinner. I grab Aubrey’s elbow and guide her a few steps toward the side.

   “Has anybody looked at that side of yours since you fell?”

   Her hand automatically goes to curl around her rib. “No, not yet.”

  
I nod and lick my bottom lip. “I can look at it… if you want.” The hesitance in her eyes scares me. “You can take a look at my back for me. Sound good?”

   Biting her thumb nail, she
shrugs. “Okay.”

   When I open
my cabin door I’m so glad Eric’s not here. A few pieces of clothing are scattered around. I pick them up quickly and toss them in the pile of dirty laundry. “Well, this is it,” I say, pulling out our med kit from under my bed.

   “Our cabin
is
bigger than this. They probably knew Cassie’s shoes wouldn’t fit in that closet. Not that she’s going to need them.”

   I chuckle. “I take it you didn’t bring a lot of shoes?”

   “What in the hell would I need them out here for? Cassie says they make her legs look better.” She laughs.

   My eyes travel down her legs. “Well, you don’t need help in the department, darlin’.”

   Her cheeks flush, and she hides her face behind her hair. “When Cassie suggested we take these jobs I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to get out here.”

   Reaching into the freezer, I
grapple for our ice pack. “It sounds like you’re not happy you came now.”

   “I am,” she nearly shouts. “I just
…I didn’t want Jake to come.”

   Swallowing, I glance up at her. “I take it you’re not with him now, but w
ere you when you got here?”

   Sh
e gives me a one shoulder shrug and plays with the end of her dirty blonde ponytail. “Not really. He would tell everyone I was his girlfriend, but it hasn’t felt like it in a while. You see how quickly he was to feel up another girl. I only told him I needed a break. Then he does that shit.”
  
Fuckin’ douchebag
. “He doesn’t know how to treat a woman.”

   Her gaze lifts to mine. “And you do?”

   I try to contain the excitement I’m getting from the
fuck me
look she’s giving me. “You have no idea,” I whisper.  Her eyes widen. I was completely right.
This is going to be one hell of a tempting summer
. “Come here, let me see your side.”

   
Her tongue darts out and dampens her lips before she stands in front of me. She looks so small, I could wrap her in my arms and never let go.

   “Raise up your shirt,” I say.

   Red rushes toward her cheeks, but she lifts her tank. A nice yellowing bruise is running along her ribs. “Christ, does it hurt?”

   She nods. “Sometimes. But, I think it’s just bruised.”

    It is. I’ve had plenty of injuries, especially working in the lumberyard. “Yeah, I’m going to wrap it, alright? Then you’ll need to ice it twice a day.”

  
“Okay.”

I stand up,
grabbing the Ace bandage from our kit. “I’m gonna need you to take your shirt off.”

   She stands there for a few minutes without saying anything. At first I think she’s not going to take it off. I wouldn’
t blame her or be mad. But she fists the edge of the tank, and lifts it over her head.
Shit.
She’s wearing a lacey yellow bra, her tits hanging over the delicate cups. If I could just pull down that fabric, I could see her soft, pink nipples.
Shit, I’m getting myself hard.

   Swallowing, I reach around her. It looks like I’m takin
g her in my arms, holding her tight.
God, if I don’t want to do that.
Stretching the bandage, I wrap it several times, my fingers brushing against her flat stomach. She inhales sharply, I can’t even tell if she’s breathing at all. “You’re so soft,” I whisper against her ear.

   A
light moan escapes her lips.
Jesus, give me the self-control of a nun
. I’m going to take care of this girl all summer long—in every possible way.

   “Are you flirting with me, Tanner?” He voice is soft, but I can tell she likes it.

   Brushing my fingers along her stomach, I wrap the bandage around her again. “Darlin’, I haven’t stopped since we got here.”

   She doesn’t respond. But, she’s shivering. And it’s not cold in here.

   After I finish, she reaches quickly for her shirt, pulling it over her torso. I watch as the lacey bra is covered by the cotton. It almost hurts to watch her cover up.

   “Your turn?” she asks, pointing toward my bed. “Lay down. I’ll take a look.”

   Grabbing the bottom of my polo, I pull it over my head and toss it to the floor. Aubrey’s eyes travel from my neck to the edge of my jeans. I hope she doesn’t look any lower. Her biting that lip is having its effect on me. Lifting a brow, I lay down on my stomach. “Holy hell, Tanner. Your back is pretty bruised.”

   I’m not surprised. It hurt
s like a fucking bitch. “Okay.” I get back to my feet. “Put the other icepack on the worse spots and wrap the other bandage around it to keep it there.”

   She nods
, placing the icepack on my back. I hiss through my teeth.

   “Want me to stop?”

   “No, ma’am. Keep goin’.”
   I hold the pack in place as she wraps the bandage around my torso. The weight of her breath against my cheek is making my dick protest against my jeans. A few seconds later she finally finishes. Her eyes widen. “Feel okay?”

  
I twist back to forth to make sure it’s in place. “Think so. Thank you.”

  
Aubrey nods, kicking her foot against the edge of my bed post. “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow? I’m horseback riding with Heath.”

   A sting of jealously hits my chest.
No, don’t even fuckin’ go there, Tanner
. “I’ll definitely see you tomorrow.” I walk her over to my cabin door and lean against the frame. She waits on the steps for a few seconds like she did last night. I see the devastation in her eyes. She wants me to kiss her. I
want
to kiss her. But not now. Not here. It has to be the right time. I’m going to make her wait—until she can’t take it anymore—and fuck her mouth with my own. Show her how a real man kisses, makes love and touches. She’ll never want to let go.
   Defeated, she gives me a small smile and walks into the night. I watch her hips sway the entire time. Slamming the back of my head against the door, I groan. This is going to be one tempting summer.