Lightning Strikes (The Almeida Brothers Trilogy #3) by Trevion Burns Page A

lingered on the tight globes of his ass, sitting high in those unforgiving gray slacks, taunting her.  If she wasn’t so stunned at what had just happened, she was sure she could sit there and watch that beautiful ass of his in action all day.  She imagined the hard work that tight ass must put in when he was pumping a woman, working out his perpetual frustration in the most beautiful way.  The strength he surely put into every thrust, every stroke, had to be one of a kind.  Her parched lips fell open at the thought.
    Unfortunately, he turned to face her before she could truly appreciate where her mind was taking her, and there was nothing beautiful about the look in his eyes.
    Nina pushed herself to a standing position when he pointed a finger at her, and she stumbled back when he began to stomp forward, eyes manic and teeth bared.
    “You,” he breathed through those clenched teeth, jamming his finger at her.  His voice rose.  “ You!”
    “Me?”  Nina pointed a finger at her chest, looking around the wide expanse of grass and trees.  “You’re blaming this on me?  Oh no, Aries.  This is not my fault.”  She finally stopped stumbling back when she realized the audacity of this bastard to blame her for what had just happened, and when he came within a few feet of her, breathing heavily through his nostrils and nearly bumping his chest to hers, she raised her chin and matched his body language.
    “Of course this is your fault,” he breathed.  “This entire nightmare has been your fault, from the moment that goddamn gate agent cleared your standby-ass and printed you a first class ticket!”
    “Oh, I see.  So I produced the lightning storm that flashed across the entire East Coast?  I sent the biggest hurricane New York’s ever seen spiraling right into the heart of the city? I forgot the turn off the ovens in the back of that plane?  I sent the plane careening to the ground?  That was all me, Jack?”
    “Jesus Christ, you’re crazy.”  He turned his back to her and began away.  Two seconds of taking in the massive grassland, which seemed to stretch on for miles, he seemed to realize he had nowhere to go because he turned back and zeroed in on her again.  “I swear to God, you make me wish I had gone down with that plane.”
    She smirked at his melodrama.  “You did go down with that plane, Jack, and so did the other hundred people who were on it with you, or have you already forgotten that you aren’t the only person alive in this world?  Fucked up shit happens all the time.  Of course, a Greenwich pretty boy is the only one constantly freaking out over the smallest things.”
    “We just fell off the edge of a moving train.”
    “It’s the Amtrak’s smallest train.  Not even ten feet tall.  I’ve taken longer falls off a jungle gym.”
    “A moving train, Nina.”
    She crossed her arms tight.  “You caught me off guard,” she said, her voice going lower.
    Jack’s face relaxed at her words; his shoulders did too.  He stood taller and looked off into the distance, away from her, before licking his lips.
    “In fact, call me crazy… but I’m pretty sure this is your fault.”  She took a step closer to him, jamming her finger into his chest.
    He kept his head turned but cut his eyes at her, watching her from the corners before licking his shining lips.
    She smiled, noticing the way that cold gaze of his fell right to her lips, taking in the sight.  “You tried to kiss me.”
    Jack turned his back to her and began walking away.  This time, he didn’t look back.
    She followed, laughing.  “You tried to kiss me and, naturally, I scooted away, because the sight of an Aries lawyer who is so morose he’s practically postmortem leaning in to show even the tiniest sliver of affection freaked me the fuck out.”
    Jack froze and turned back to her in the next instant.  He waited for her to approach him again until he could feel her breath, still strangled, on his lips, until