“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.
The rain really begins to come down, and thunder begins to crack repeatedly.
“Well, this is just fucking great,” he huffs.
I smile and roll over to face him. “It’s fine. Tents are waterproof. Just go back to sleep.”
The tent continually lights up an iridescent white as lightning flashes through the sky.
He sits up and feels around the tent in the dark. He’s foraging for a long time on his hands and knees.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for a fucking light!”
I laugh out loud.
“How do you find this funny? Not one fucking thing about this is funny, Emily.”
He finally finds the light and puts it on his head and switches it on and looks at me.
His hair is all mussed and sticking up everywhere, and his eyes are wide and crazy.
Unable to help it, I get an uncontrollable fit of the giggles.
“What?”
“If you could . . .” I have to stop talking because I’m laughing so much. “If you could just see yourself.”
He smirks, and then a crash of lightning hits so close it sounds like it hit a tree right next to us.
“We’re going to fucking die tonight,” he stammers in a panic.
The rain hammers down, and I unzip the tent. We both peer out into the apocalyptic storm.
It’s really pouring down, and I zip the tent back up. “It’s fine. The tent is waterproof, and we’ll just have to try to sleep through it.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind?” he snaps. “Who could sleep through this?”