Surge - Maya Nicole Page 0,69

broke out in goosebumps.

"I'm not swimming." I crossed my arms, breaking our connection. "I'll just..."

"I promise you won't drown." He took my hand and pulled me toward the doors. "Look how inviting that water looks."

"How deep is it?" I couldn't believe I was considering getting in the pool. There weren't even any steps or a ladder. It was just a rectangle.

"Ten feet." My eyes widened. "There's a ledge inside you can sit on. I swear on baby sharks that I will not let anything happen to you."

Despite everything, I felt the sincerity in his voice. "Fine."

He reached for the hem of my tank and I batted his hand away. "I'm not taking off my clothes."

"Clothes are the worst thing you can have on if you expect not to drown. How is your bra and panties any different than a bikini?"

I was not the bikini wearing type. If I did swim and have a swimsuit, it would be a one piece with shorts. It wasn’t that I hated my body, but I also didn't want it hanging out all over the place.

"Fine." I backed up a few steps and pulled my tank and shorts off, leaving them on the floor.

"Damn, vixen." His eyes traveled up and down my body a few times. "I just want to bend you over the back of the couch right now and-"

"Don't." I walked past him into the rain that was still falling, but not as hard as a few minutes prior. "Where is this ledge?"

I sat on the edge of the pool, not ready to get in yet. It was a big step for me to get into a large amount of water again by my own free will.

Morgan dove off the side and made a few laps before swimming up to me and parting my legs. I went to pull back, but his hands wrapped around my calves and pulled me closer.

"Get in." His eyes smoldered and I scooted closer, sliding into the pool as he grabbed me around the waist.

My butt hit the seat. Morgan leaned in and brushed his lips over mine quicker than I could react and then darted under the water.

He swam the entire length of the pool and then surfaced like he was some kind of Greek god. "How long can you hold your breath?"

"A while." He pushed back off the side and swam two lengths of the pool before joining me on the seat.

"You're a mermaid." I'd said it a few times now, but none of them had corrected me.

He scoffed. "Mermaids like you're thinking of don't exist."

"Mo! What the fuck are you doing?" Jax's voice boomed from inside the house and he stalked toward us. "What the hell is she doing here?"

I'd almost forgotten he hated me and my shoulders fell a little. Morgan noticed and frowned at me before glaring at Jax.

"We're enjoying each other's company. Maybe you should join us and pull the piece of coral out of your ass."

Jax glared at both of us before storming off. He was the moodiest man I'd ever seen. One minute he seemed like he might be warming up to me, and the next he was looking at me like I had tentacles. I didn't even know why I cared, but the feeling in my stomach told me I cared too much.

"Why does he hate me?" I ran my hands over the water, trying to get them as close as possible to the surface without disturbing the water.

"Not my story to tell, vixen." He tilted my chin up. "He's a moody bastard normally, but a lot has happened."

Morgan looked up as the light in Jax's room turned on. He took off under the water again.

After swimming, I rinsed off in the downstairs bathroom and wrapped a towel around myself. Morgan was supposed to have left me a pair of his sweatpants and shirt to change into since my bra and panties were wet and my tank and pants weren't warm enough.

I loved the weather on the central coast of California, but it got chilly at night, especially if a storm had just rolled through.

I opened the bathroom door and found no clothes. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and went to the living room to grab my pants and shirt, but they weren't where I had left them. I eyed the stairs and decided I would just take some from Blake, who wasn't home.

All the doors upstairs were shut, and when I tried Blake's door, it was locked.