Lightning Strikes (The Almeida Brothers Trilogy #3) by Trevion Burns Page A
Authors: Trevion Burns
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funny.”
“Your phone is still alive. Maybe if you call your, apparently much braver, baby brother, he can fly himself out here and take care of the rat for us.”
“Please stop talking.”
The bed shifted as she lay down, too, and the laughter was still in her voice when she whispered, “Goodnight, Aries.”
4
Jack started awake, breathing in so deeply he inhaled a nostril full of curls he hadn’t realized his head had been cradled into. Foggy delirium wafted from his psyche. The sun blaring into the window was topped in power only by the ringing phone. His eyes fluttered open, and before he could bring himself to answer the phone, he realized he couldn’t move. Both of his arms were wrapped around Nina, who, from the uninterrupted serenity of her slumber, apparently slept like a rock. He gasped as his senses kicked in. The smell of her shampoo, from where his nose was still tucked into her hair, the gentle curve of her ass as it pushed into his tented boxers, and the silky smoothness of her legs entwined with his.
He jolted away from her in shock, kicking himself to the opposite side of the bed while covering his erection with a frown. He’d known sharing a bed with her was a mistake. When the urge to curl back close and re-entwine their bodies became too much to bear, he left the bed. She’d offered him an innocent place to lie, and he couldn’t let her wake up with his dick against her ass.
Throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, he snatched up the ringing phone. The cheery voice made his frown deepen.
“Good morning from Monroeville Inn, this is your 4 am wake up call—”
He slammed the phone down, still struggling to realize full consciousness. Peeking over his shoulder, he was amazed to see Nina still slept like a stone. Convinced this was the most silence he would ever be blessed with from that woman, he didn’t dare wake her up.
The train station would be open in two hours.
His eyes went to the open closet where he’d hung their clothes to dry. After throwing a disdainful look at the ants still going wild on the opposite bed, he hurried over to the closet.
Stealing another look at Nina over his shoulder, he took his white button down and his slacks off their hangers, leaving everything else.
He didn’t need the memories.
Refusing to risk waking her up, he crept to the door in his boxers, swiping up his dress shoes on the way before inching it open with a tender hand, stepping out as quietly as he could.
He took one last look at the delicate curves of Nina’s sleeping body, her glowing brown skin, and that amazing ass before he eased the door shut.
***
The scene at the Amtrak station was no different than the airport. Jack wasn’t the only person who’d taken the airline up on their offer. Hundreds of stranded passengers clutched vouchers that sunny morning, clamoring for their free seat on the train of their choosing. Domed windows lined the walls, and reminded Jack of a church, but there was nothing heavenly about the profanities flying left and right as people struggled to get home.
Every few minutes, an automated voice over the loudspeaker announced another train that was either delayed or canceled. Madness ensued each time until the place was essentially a zoo. Fights broke out as people tried to skip the long lines, forcing Chicago P.D. to get involved, intervening with annoyance in their eyes. Even the homeless, scattered all over the station, were too frightened to solicit anyone, looking on with quiet, concerned eyes. They were right to be concerned, Jack thought. After what these people had been through, a homicide was clearly on the horizon.
Jack tried to stay centered as he waited in the second longest line of his life. He could only pray there was a single seat left once he reached the expansive podium lined with bulletproof glass. According to the news, Hurricane Nina was still busy laying down the law
“Your phone is still alive. Maybe if you call your, apparently much braver, baby brother, he can fly himself out here and take care of the rat for us.”
“Please stop talking.”
The bed shifted as she lay down, too, and the laughter was still in her voice when she whispered, “Goodnight, Aries.”
4
Jack started awake, breathing in so deeply he inhaled a nostril full of curls he hadn’t realized his head had been cradled into. Foggy delirium wafted from his psyche. The sun blaring into the window was topped in power only by the ringing phone. His eyes fluttered open, and before he could bring himself to answer the phone, he realized he couldn’t move. Both of his arms were wrapped around Nina, who, from the uninterrupted serenity of her slumber, apparently slept like a rock. He gasped as his senses kicked in. The smell of her shampoo, from where his nose was still tucked into her hair, the gentle curve of her ass as it pushed into his tented boxers, and the silky smoothness of her legs entwined with his.
He jolted away from her in shock, kicking himself to the opposite side of the bed while covering his erection with a frown. He’d known sharing a bed with her was a mistake. When the urge to curl back close and re-entwine their bodies became too much to bear, he left the bed. She’d offered him an innocent place to lie, and he couldn’t let her wake up with his dick against her ass.
Throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, he snatched up the ringing phone. The cheery voice made his frown deepen.
“Good morning from Monroeville Inn, this is your 4 am wake up call—”
He slammed the phone down, still struggling to realize full consciousness. Peeking over his shoulder, he was amazed to see Nina still slept like a stone. Convinced this was the most silence he would ever be blessed with from that woman, he didn’t dare wake her up.
The train station would be open in two hours.
His eyes went to the open closet where he’d hung their clothes to dry. After throwing a disdainful look at the ants still going wild on the opposite bed, he hurried over to the closet.
Stealing another look at Nina over his shoulder, he took his white button down and his slacks off their hangers, leaving everything else.
He didn’t need the memories.
Refusing to risk waking her up, he crept to the door in his boxers, swiping up his dress shoes on the way before inching it open with a tender hand, stepping out as quietly as he could.
He took one last look at the delicate curves of Nina’s sleeping body, her glowing brown skin, and that amazing ass before he eased the door shut.
***
The scene at the Amtrak station was no different than the airport. Jack wasn’t the only person who’d taken the airline up on their offer. Hundreds of stranded passengers clutched vouchers that sunny morning, clamoring for their free seat on the train of their choosing. Domed windows lined the walls, and reminded Jack of a church, but there was nothing heavenly about the profanities flying left and right as people struggled to get home.
Every few minutes, an automated voice over the loudspeaker announced another train that was either delayed or canceled. Madness ensued each time until the place was essentially a zoo. Fights broke out as people tried to skip the long lines, forcing Chicago P.D. to get involved, intervening with annoyance in their eyes. Even the homeless, scattered all over the station, were too frightened to solicit anyone, looking on with quiet, concerned eyes. They were right to be concerned, Jack thought. After what these people had been through, a homicide was clearly on the horizon.
Jack tried to stay centered as he waited in the second longest line of his life. He could only pray there was a single seat left once he reached the expansive podium lined with bulletproof glass. According to the news, Hurricane Nina was still busy laying down the law
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