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In the bedroom, he dumped his clothes, found the bed by feel and crawled in naked, enjoying the moonless midnight-blackness between the flashes of lightning, already growing further apart. It was a fast-moving storm, probably not that close. He wouldn’t see much drama up here tonight. One summer a house across the lake had been badly damaged by a lightning strike.
Closing his eyes, he relaxed, concentrating on the steady pummeling of rain on the roof, directly over his head. He’d had good times in this bed. Lost his virginity here, when their summer neighbor Sally Sampson, older than he was by a few years, decided it was time he got started.
He hadn’t objected.
She’d sneaked into the cottage one night and had woken him with her mouth, doing things that at that age he’d only read about....
Nice memory. His dick certainly remembered, was already standing hopefully at attention. Jonas shifted to his side, experiencing a mild disorientation when the king mattress seemed to move too much.
What was that?
Probably sinus pressure messing with his sense of balance and motion. Long drives could bring it on. Storms usually made it worse.
The cottage hadn’t seen any action from him since Sally. The first and only time he’d invited a girlfriend up here, his parents had gone so ridiculously overboard making sure they were never alone long enough to have sex, that Maria had gone home days early and dumped him soon after. He hadn’t bothered trying again. His parents firmly believed that all women wanted from Erik and Jonas was to get pregnant and trap them and their Meyer money. Given his experience with Missy, he was starting to wonder if they were onto something.
His eyes opened. Allie wasn’t in that camp if she’d resisted Erik for this long.
Lightning flashed.
Huh? In his peripheral vision, he could have sworn...
It flashed again.
What the—
Allie?
Good God. Had he conjured her up? Hallucinated her? Why didn’t he notice her before when lightning lit the room? Did she know he was there?
He stared at the blackness, frozen in surprise, heart pounding.
What now?
Maybe she didn’t know he was there. Maybe she’d been in the bathroom when he came upstairs? Crazy coincidence.
“Allie,” he called softly.
No answer.
The storm renewed itself, rain that had been tapering off hammered again, thunder rumbled louder.
Back asleep already? She couldn’t be. Sleepwalking, then?
“Allie?” He tried louder, worried he’d terrify her. His heart had nearly stopped when he saw her, but at least he knew she and Erik were on the property. She thought he was still in Boston.
Maybe he should just sneak out. If she caught him, okay, at least he’d be an intruder in her bedroom, not in her bed.
Small problem: he was naked. Should he get out of the bed and risk fumbling for his clothes on the floor? Better just to go downstairs and get more from his bag.
Another problem: she’d been able to get into bed with him, and he’d registered her only peripherally, but he was considerably larger. If he moved, she’d notice.
Damn.
A bad situation. He’d just have to choose one of the equally bad options.
As carefully as he could, Jonas lifted the covers...
* * *
ALLIE’S EYES SHOT open in the dark. What the hell was that? The mattress had moved. She swore it had.
It moved again.
Erik.
She was going to kill him.
No, torture him, and then kill him.
Of all the sleazy....
She tore out her earplugs, unaware the storm had gotten so bad. Why hadn’t she brought a flashlight?
Lightning provided what she needed: a view of Erik, in bed next to her! The jerk!
She didn’t think twice, turned and shoved him with her feet as hard as she could. He shot off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor.
“Ow!”
Served him right. “What the hell do you think you’re trying to pull?”
“Nothing!”
“For God’s sake, Erik,” she shouted. Honestly. The only thing stupider than a horny guy was...an amoeba.
“I’m not Erik,” he bellowed. A flash of lightning showed that he’d stood up. He wasn’t wearing anything. And he wasn’t Erik.
Jeez-o-Pete. The Meyer slimeball brothers. What had Jonas thought? A few friendly emails meant he could just sneak into her bedroom and—
She blinked, her brain catching up to her eyeballs. What a great body.
“What are you doing here? You’re not even supposed to be here. Especially not naked!”
The rain slacked off abruptly, leaving her last word shrieked into relative silence.
“Allie.” Lightning showed him holding the bedspread over his best bits. “I didn’t know you were in here. I came to the cottage so I wouldn’t bother you and Erik, arriving at the big house so late.”
