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pants. I felt dizzy. Stars danced in front of my eyes. A strong clap of thunder rolled through, slowly at first, shaking the ground like a warning of things to come. A roar of wind slammed into the camper so hard I felt like I was turning.
It wasn’t just me.
It was the entire camper turning.
Slowly at first and then faster.
My heart raced faster and faster under the sound of crunching metal.
I held onto the wall and screamed just as the wall fell and met the ground.
Then everything went black.
Finn
I used to find the rain comforting.
What wasn’t comforting was watching Sawyer run through it as it started to pour down from the sky.
Not just because she looked like she was about to melt as the first drop hit her head or because she was running like she was escaping a pack of zombies, but because she’d left dressed in an uglier than hell long skirt and straight plain shirt and came back wearing something completely different.
Something that showed off every single bit of what she’d been hiding under all that fabric. A tight black wife-beater style tank top showed off her spectacular perky and rounded tits—the ones that I’d been shocked to see were bigger than I’d guessed when I saw her in the shower—bouncing with each of her hurried steps. Short dark denim shorts revealed surprisingly toned calves and strong thighs leading up to a high and round ass that most women would get on their knees and pray every night to possess. To top it all off?
Sexy as sin boots to the middle of her calf.
Yeah, I was uncomfortable all right. Probably because I kept imagining those boots around my shoulders while I worshipped her pussy with my tongue and fingers.
Fuck. I needed a damned drink.
I’d just grabbed the neck of the bottle when I heard a noise in the distance.
I thought I was imagining things or that it was the wind howling. I stilled my own breathing long enough so I could hear it again.
There it was again and this time there was no mistaking it for the screaming wind.
It was an actual scream.
I ran to the door and ripped it open. A bolt of lightning hit a palm tree nearby, splitting the top of it down the middle like a broccoli spear. A gust of wind lifted the camper a few inches from the ground and tossed it onto its side.
The screaming stopped.
I pushed my way through the wall of pounding rain and wind, ducking under flying mud and debris. The window of the camper was underneath it now and the door on top. I climbed up using the water tank as footing. “Sawyer!” I yelled.
No answer.
“Fuck,” I cursed at the locked door.
I shuffled back a little and with one forceful kick, I managed to break the window of the door free from its frame. I made myself as small as I could and lowered myself down inside. Sawyer was nowhere to be seen. Debris was tossed all around the inside since the floor was now a wall. The mattress from the bed was leaning against the wall.
I stepped over the cabinets and flipped the mattress up. Sure enough, there she was, unconscious. A trickle of blood staining her hairline on the right side of her forehead. I knew I shouldn’t move her but if another gust of wind came through she could be tossed around again and risk even further injury. The only problem was I couldn’t lift her out of the camper. The window was too small for us to both fit through at the same time. The wind whistled outside and reminded me that I had to try.
I bent over and lifted her as gently as I could. Her limbs were limp, flapping over my arms. I did my best to support her neck as I climbed over the cabinets, adjusting her so I could unlock and push open the camper door above us. The rain soaked us through in seconds. I climbed out on my ass and swung my legs over to the side, dropping us down. I fell to my knees in order to take the severity of the impact, suddenly grateful for the soft wet mud.
It felt like a fucking eternity to get her into the house but once inside I jogged to my bedroom and set her down on my bed as gingerly as I could. “Sawyer,” I said roughly, leaning above her. “Sawyer!”
Sawyer moaned softly and stirred, but didn’t regain consciousness. Streams of pink tinted water dripped down her face. “Shit,” I cursed, trying to remember where the fuck I’d put my phone. I ran to the kitchen and opened drawer after drawer, emptying them of the contents and tossing them to the floor until I found my phone in the very last one. I powered it on and thankfully the screen came to life.
I pushed the emergency button and within seconds a familiar voice answered the phone. “Outskirts 911,” Miller said. “What’s your emergency.”
“Miller, it’s Finn.” I could feel his surprise on the other end of the line.
“Finn, what are you…what the fuck is going on?”
I walked back over to Sawyer who hadn’t so much as budged. I knelt down next to her and had no choice but to say my least favorite words in the English language. I tugged at my hair and lowered my voice. “I need your help.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sawyer
The line between consciousness and unconsciousness was still a blur when I heard voices floating around above me.
“Wait, where are you going?” Finn asked.
“The roads are flooded in and out of town. I’ve got to set up some barricades,” Josh answered.
Josh is in Finn’s house?
“What do I do?” Finn sounded frantic. Panicked even.
“Just get her out of those wet clothes and keep her awake until Miller gets here.”
Everything was still fuzzy around the edges until a hand grabbed me by my ankle. My eyes shot open to find Finn crouched beside me. His hair was wet, some of it had fallen forward and was matted against his temple and cheek.
“I have to get you out of these wet clothes,” he said, reaching for the waistband of my shorts.
“No!” I shouted, scrambling up the bed but not getting far.
Finn climbed over my lap and caged me in with his muscular thighs. He stretched his arms, resting his hands on the wall above the headboard.
“You don’t have a choice. You hit your head. Your clothes are soaked. They’re coming off.” Finn pinned me to the mattress with his determined glare.
“No,” I repeated, trying to wiggle out from his grip. All I managed to do was sway an inch or two from side to side. The motion made my head swim. I closed my eyes tightly and suddenly felt the need to sleep.
“Hey,” Finn shouted, snapping me back to the present. “You need to stay awake.”
“I can do that,” I started. “I can also take my own clothes off,” I said.
Finn considered me for a moment before easing up off me, giving me room to sit up slowly.
“You have to leave the room,” I said, reaching for the hem of my shirt. The room started to spin around me, faster and faster until Finn’s arms were around me, holding me upright.
“Not a chance,” he growled.
He sat me up and reached for the hem of my shirt.
“Don’t look,” I managed to say. The cold material of my shirt clung to my skin, my teeth chattered as I spoke. Finn was right. My clothes needed to come off.
“I can’t promise you that,” Finn said, slowly lifting my shirt to my shoulders. He pulled my elbows through the sleeves once it was around my neck. “I wish I could promise you that, but I can’t.” He lifted it over my head and it landed with a smack against the floor.
