Chapter 4

Meghan's POV

So, the universe decided to throw me a freakin’ curveball. One second I’m replaying the totally conflicted look on Alex’s face after my goodnight kiss and the next...bam.

Pitch black darkness.

“Okay, Meghan,” I mumbled to myself, channeling my inner action hero. “Don’t panic. It’s just a… uh… spontaneous night?”

A huge gust of wind howled outside, rattling the windows, followed by the first deafening crack of thunder.

Oh. Right. A storm. The lights weren’t out because of some creepy horror movie villain.. they were out because Mother Nature was having a full-blown tantrum.

Rain started hammering the roof and I could already feel the temperature dropping. Crap. We were in the mountains and without power, that meant no heat. It was gonna get cold.

My first thought was the windows. I did a weird, arms-out zombie shuffle down the hall, bumping into a wall twice, until I managed to get them all closed. The house felt instantly quieter but also way more isolated.

That’s when I heard a soft thump and a muttered curse from across the hall. I saw Alex’s door open through my phone's flashlight.

“Alex?”

“Meghan?” His voice was a little disoriented. “The power’s out.”

“It’s a storm.. A big one.”

I could just make out his silhouette in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame as he carefully felt his way out. He was wearing nothing but a pair of soft sleep pants and even in the near-total darkness, I could see the tense lines of his bare chest and shoulders.

“I’m cold,” he stated. “I was going to my study. The chair is warmer.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” I said, stepping closer. “And it’s freezing out here. Your study is an icebox. You’re going back to bed.”

He opened his mouth probably to argue but a particularly violent clap of thunder shook the house. He flinched and I saw the stubborn resolve on his face waver. He was blind, disoriented and cold. For once, he wasn’t the all-powerful angry author. He was just… Alex.

“Come on,” I said, my voice softer. I reached out, my fingers finding his arm. His skin was cool to the touch. I gently guided him back into his bedroom. “Get back under the covers.”

He slid back into bed, pulling the thick comforter up and an idea, both brilliant and utterly insane, popped into my head.

“You know,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Body heat is like the best way to stay warm. I could… stay for a bit? Until you fall asleep. Or until the storm calms down.”

I held my breath. This was it. He was going to snap, tell me to get out, call me inappropriate.

There was a long pause. So long I thought he might have fallen asleep.

Then, his voice, quiet and resigned came from the darkness.

“Fine.”

Yes! I did a mental victory dance. I tried not to scramble into the bed too eagerly, slipping under the covers beside him.

After a few minutes, he shifted.

“I can’t get warm,” he grumbled.

That was my cue. I turned onto my side, facing him and slowly slid closer until my front was pressed against his side. I tentatively draped an arm over his chest.

He stiffened for a second then let out a long slow breath, his body relaxing into mine. He was… cuddling. Alex was actually cuddling!

And oh my god, it was doing things to me. My brain short-circuited. Here I was, in bed with the man I’d been obsessing over for years!

My thoughts started to run wild. My heart was pounding againbut not from fear. My skin felt super sensitive, everywhere we touched was on fire. I was getting seriously seriously turned on just lying there.

I remembered what I was...or rather, what I wasn’t...wearing. Just my tiniest sleep shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. He couldn’t see me but he could definitely feel me.

Taking a crazy gamble, I gently took his hand where it lay on his stomach but he didn’t pull away. Slowly.. so slowly, I guided his hand first to my stomach then higher until his broad palm was resting right over my breast.

He inhaled sharply.. his fingers twitched but he didn’t stop me.

Emboldened, I pressed his hand against me.

“See?” I whispered. “I’m not wearing much. Just a little tank top. It’s so thin and these tiny shorts… that’s all.”

I could feel his breathing get heavier. His fingers curled slightly, cupping my breast through the fabric. A soft groan escaped his lips and ut was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.

His other hand came up, his touch hesitant at first then more sure as he mapped out my body, sliding under the hem of my tank top to splay across my bare stomach.

I was melting.. I guided the hand on my breast lower, under the waistband of my shorts, down until his fingers met the wet heat between my legs.

I gasped.

“Alex…”

That was all it took..

In one swift move he rolled over, pinning me beneath him.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he growled against my neck.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I breathed back, arching into him.

His mouth found mine and his hands were everywhere, tearing at my clothes, pushing the tank top up, yanking my shorts down. I helped him, kicking them off and then I was completely naked beneath him.

He stripped off his pants and then he was naked too. He was so hard, his dick pressing against my thigh. I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his cock. He was big and I felt a thrilling jolt of nervous excitement. This was really happening!

“I need to be inside you,” he muttered. “Now.”

I was so ready.. so wet for him. He pushed inside in one smooth firm stroke and I cried out.

It was a little pinch of pain instantly swallowed by pure pleasure. It was my first time and it was everything!

He started to move, setting a hard pace that stole my breath.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, driving into me deeper. “So tight.”

He shifted us, rolling onto our sides, then pulling me on top of him and I rode him with my hands braced on his chest and my head thrown back.

Soon, he flipped me onto my hands and knees. His hands gripped my hips, his thrusts becoming even harder and more animalistic. One hand came down on my ass with a sharp stinging smack.

I yelped,but it sent a fresh bolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Yes!” I moaned.

“You like that?” he grunted, spanking me again. “You like me fucking you like this?”

“God, yes, Alex, don’t stop!”

I was close, so close. He knew it. He slid a hand around my hip, his fingers finding my clit and circling it with perfect pressure.

That was all it took…! I came apart…

My orgasm came so powerful my legs started shaking violently. I screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I squirt with my whole body convulsing around him.

My climax pushed him over the edge. With a groan, he drove into me one last time, pulsing deep inside as he came.

I felt the hot rush of his cum filling me up and I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent. He fell beside me, both of us panting.

I’d never felt anything like that in my life. It was messy and wild and absolutely perfectn!

We lay there for a long time, just breathing. Then he spoke at last.

“From now on, in this house, I want you dressed in nothing at all.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“But you’re blind. You can’t see me.”

“I don’t need to see you,” he said, rolling onto his side to face me. “I want to know that at any moment, I can reach for you. I can taste your breasts, I can feel how wet your pussy is, for me, I can bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you with no barriers. Understood?”

Pure delight went through me.. my campaign had not just gone nuclear.. it had achieved total victory.

“Understood,” I said with a massive probably stupid grin on my face.

***

The next few days were… well, they were full of pleasure. I did exactly as he asked. I wandered the house naked and he kept his word.

He’d call me into his study, pull me onto his lap and have his way with me. We fucked on the couch, in the kitchen, against the bookshelf.. it was insane and amazing.

I was floating on a cloud of orgasms when my mom called.

“Family dinner tonight, sweetie! At our place. Six o’clock. Don’t be late!”

My heart sank.

“Oh, uh, mom, I’m not sure… Alex isn’t really up for...”

“Nonsense! It’s just us and your Aunt Carol. He needs to get out. See you then!”

She hung up. Damn it.

I told Alex, expecting him to refuse but he just shrugged.

“Might as well get it over with.”

So, a few hours later, we were there. I was dressed in real clothes which felt weirdly restrictive.

We sat apart on opposite sides of the living room. I was so careful not looking at him for too long and it was agony.

The table was loud with chatter about politics...typical Thompson family stuff. I was just pushing my food around my plate, bored out of my skull, when my eyes wandered over to the old fireplace mantel and that’s when I saw it.

A photo I’d never seen before.. an old faded color picture of three little boys, all dressed in matching suits.

My heart stopped.. there was no mistaking it. It was Alex! There was mo mistaking.. it was definitely him!

But the eerie thing was that the other two boys bore the same uncanny resemblance to him! They were identical to him!

My fork clattered onto my plate.. the conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at me.

I stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I walked over to the mantel and snatched the frame and I held it up, my hand trembling.

I looked at my mom, then my Aunt Carol.. their faces had gone pale.

“Who put that there?” Mom gasped.

“What the hell is this?” I asked with my voice shaking. “Who are they..?!”