Page 72 of Surge

"You have siren in you. Even if it was one percent, there's no way you'd drown. You're aquatic." He moved his hand down his chiseled chest and abs to the button on his pants.

He knew exactly what he was doing and I kept my eyes on his hand as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper.

"A blue creature saved me."

He stopped pulling his pants down. "What?"

I looked up, meeting his heated gaze. "I was pulled out to sea by a rip current and a blue creature with cat eyes put me on a buoy. I think that's what happened since, when I woke, he was staring at me."

"That's impossible." He pulled his pants off, leaving him in a pair of tight boxer briefs that had anchors on them.

"Maybe I was hallucinating."

"Maybe." He moved back toward me. "I'll leave my boxers on for you. What are we going to do about all these clothes?" He ran a hand over my bare arm and my skin 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."

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