In Bed With The Devil

Eleven

Meri laughed softly as Jack swept her into his arms, then carried her to the bed. He set her down, bent over her and kissed her with a hot need that made her want to forget everything but the moment, the man and how he made her feel.

His mouth was firm, his tongue insistent. He touched her everywhere, his hands tugging at clothing, pulling it off until she was naked. He stroked her body, caressing her bare skin, arousing her with a quick touch of her breast, fingers teasing the curve of her hip, dipping between her legs, then moving away.

It was like being attacked by a sensual, marauding beast who took what he wanted in sneak attacks. A tickle at the back of her thighs, a quick lick on her nipple, a puff of hot breath against her neck. Over and over he touched her, then moved on before she could get lost in the moment.

She writhed beneath him for several minutes, alternately laughing, then moaning. She finally drew him to a stop by wrapping her legs around his hips and holding him in place on top of her.

He braced himself above her, his dark eyes bright with passion, his mouth tempting.

“You’re playing with me,” she murmured.

One corner of his mouth turned up. “Tell me you don’t like it.”

“I can’t.”

“Meredith.”

He breathed her name like a prayer. The sound caught her off guard, seeping inside of her, making her strain toward him. But for what? Sexual release? Or something far more dangerous?

Before she could decide, he bent down and kissed her. She parted for him, welcoming the stroke of his tongue and the arousal his touch brought. She reached between them and tugged at his shirt. She unfastened the buttons and he shrugged it off.

His jeans went next, and his briefs. He’d walked in barefoot. When he was as naked as she, he leaned toward her nightstand and opened the drawer. The condoms she’d bought were under the book she’d been reading.

But instead of putting one on, he dropped the protection on the corner of the nightstand, then shifted onto his side. He bent down and took her right breast in his mouth, at the same time reaching between her thighs to tease the most sensitive part of her.

She parted her legs and tried to catch her breath as he explored her swollen center, then dipped inside. He mimicked the act of love with his fingers before easing up to that one important spot and circling it.

He rubbed her gently, then harder and faster. He moved so he was kissing her mouth, even as he continued to touch her there. Around and around, taking her higher with each stroke, keeping ahead of her somehow, so she was the one chasing him. Chasing the sensations that made her body tense and promised a release that would shatter her world.

She tried to catch her breath, but there was a tightness in her chest that made it hard to breathe. The closer she got, the more her heart seemed to squeeze until, as she reached the point of no return, the pain gave way.

She shattered, both inside and out. Her orgasm claimed her in a rush that erased every thought in her head but one: she loved Jack.

Through the waves of pleasure, that single truth grew until she wondered how she’d ever convinced herself otherwise. Of course she loved him. She’d loved him from the first moment she’d met him and for all the eleven years they’d been apart. She’d never loved anyone else.

Her body slowed and relaxed, but not her mind. Not even when he put on the condom, then eased between her legs and filled her until she knew she was going to come again.

He made love to her with a steady rhythm designed to spin her into madness, and she went willingly, wanting to get lost in the sensation.

But the feel of his body on hers wasn’t enough to clear her mind. Nor were the waves of release, the heat, the sound of his gasps for air or the pounding of his heart.

Meri clung to him for as long as he would let her, holding him close, wanting time to stand still. If only she could believe that was possible. But it wasn’t. She knew enough about the universe to know all things were in motion-at their most basic level. That nothing was static.

Which meant, in time, with luck, her pain would fade. Because the other thing she knew down to the cellular level was that Jack would never love her back.

Jack breathed in the scent of Meri’s body as he stroked her face. She was so beautiful. She’d always been beautiful.

He slid off her so he wouldn’t snap a rib, then propped his head up on his hand and wondered what the hell he was supposed to say. What happened now?

She sat up and reached for her clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “An appointment?”

He smiled as he spoke, but when she looked at him, his smile faded. There was something wrong-he could see it in her blue eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“I have to go.”

“Where?”

“Away. We both know this is not what you want or need. You’ve never been the guy to settle down. I don’t know if you can’t or you won’t. Some of it is your guilt over Hunter and some of it is…honestly I don’t have a clue what it is.”

She blinked several times, then swallowed. “I can’t stay with you, Jack.”

He hadn’t thought about her leaving until she said she had to, and now he didn’t want her to go.

She scrambled out of the bed and pulled on her clothes. “This is crazy. All of it. I don’t know what I was thinking. I had this great plan. Betina warned me, but did I listen? And I’m supposed to be the smart one.”

“What are you talking about?”

She slid on her T-shirt, then looked at him. “You have to stop it, Jack. You’re not allowed to spy on me anymore. I know you’d call it looking after me. Whatever it is, you have to stop. I’m a grown woman and I can take care of myself. If there are mistakes to be made, then I’ll make them. Stop protecting me.”

“I don’t want to.”

“This isn’t about you.”

He didn’t understand. They’d just made love. It had been great. So why was she leaving? And when the hell had it gotten so cold in this room?

“Just like that?” he asked, getting angry because it was easy and something he could understand.

She slipped her feet into her sandals. “Just like that. Goodbye, Jack.”

Then she was gone.

He stared at the door. What was going on? What had just happened? She couldn’t leave. Not like this.

He swore, then scooped up his clothes and put them on. He had no idea what she wanted that she hadn’t gotten. Was she still pissed about Andrew? About the fact that he, Jack, had watched out for her?

She should be grateful, he told himself as he stalked up the stairs to his office. He’d taken care of her. He’d kept her safe. That had to be worth something. She was just too stubborn to admit it.

Still angry, he opened his computer and did his damnedest to get lost in work. It was the only safe place he could think to go.

Meri burst into Betina’s room without knocking. It was only after she heard scrambling that she realized she might have interrupted something.

“I’m sorry,” she said, turning away. She hadn’t seen anything-the tears had blinded her.

“Wait,” Betina said. “You don’t have to go.”

“I’m in the way.”

“You’re not.”

Her friend grabbed her and pulled her close. Meri went willingly, needing the support. She had a vague impression of her friend in a robe and a guy hovering in the background, then the tears began again.

“What happened?” Betina asked as she stroked Meri’s hair. “What did Jack say?”

“Nothing. He didn’t have to. I get it. I’ve been so stupid. You were right about everything. I didn’t want revenge or closure. I’m in love with him. I have been for years. He’s the reason I can’t seem to commit to anyone else. I love him. I was afraid to admit that, so I came here with my crazy idea of showing him. I think I secretly thought he’d take one look at the new and improved me and be struck by lightning or something.”

Meri sank onto the floor and let the tears flow. She hurt so much. It felt as if someone had cracked open her chest and ripped out her heart.

“How can I be so smart and so stupid at the same time?” she asked.

“Because you’re human and no one is smart when it comes to matters of the heart.”

Made sense, she thought, wishing it were a year from now and the pain had lessened. Not that she expected it ever to go away. She had a bad feeling she would love Jack forever.

“He doesn’t want me,” she whispered. “He never did. I thought it was about the age difference or how I looked, but now I’m not so sure. I think maybe it was just me.”

Which made it hurt. She couldn’t change who she was any more than she already had. He didn’t want the very essence of her being. What else was left?

“He’s an idiot,” Betina murmured.

“No. He’s just a man who can’t pretend to be in love with me.” Meri sucked in a breath. “I have to go. I can’t stay here. We’ll need to regroup somewhere else. Maybe down south. Pasadena or something.”

“Don’t worry about it. Do you want me to go with you?”

Meri managed a smile as she looked at her friend. “No. I want you to stay with Colin and be in love for the both of us.”

Jack worked until dark. When he finally realized he couldn’t see anything other than his computer screen anymore, he stood and stretched. It was only then he noticed the silence of the house.

Uneasiness slipped through him as he went downstairs and pushed open the door to Meri’s room.

The furniture was exactly as he remembered-with the exception of the bed. Someone had stripped off the sheets and left the blankets neatly folded. The closet was empty, as were the drawers. She was gone.

He raced down to the main floor, where he found Betina packing up the notes from the dining room.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“Leaving.” She didn’t bother to look at him.

“All of you?”

She nodded. “We’ll finish the work elsewhere.”

Work? He didn’t care about the work. He cared about Meri. “Where is she? She can’t leave. She has to stay the month.”

He’d known that from the beginning. That she was stuck here, too. Just like him. They couldn’t escape each other. Hadn’t that been the point?

Betina looked at him. “She doesn’t have to stay here. That was just something she told you. Hunter’s donation has nothing to do with her. It was always about his friends.”

She’d lied about having to stay? Why? So he wouldn’t force her to leave? To make him think he had time?

“Where is she?” he asked again.

“I’m not going to tell you. If she wants you to know, she’ll get in touch with you herself.”

He didn’t understand any of this. Why had Meri been here in the first place? What had she wanted? Why leave now?

“Is it Andrew?” he asked. “Is she upset because I told her what he was?”

Betina’s expression was almost pitying. “It’s a guy thing, right? This failure to comprehend the most basic of human emotions? It has to be. I can’t believe you’re honestly that stupid.” She smiled, then shook her head. “It always comes down to smart and stupid. How strange.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she told him. “Meri came here because she thought she wanted closure. She got it, in a way. She’s been in love with you all these years. But the man wasn’t really you. He was someone better. The person she thought you would be. Meri embraces life. She loves and is loved. She cares about people. She thought you were all those things, too. But she was wrong. And now she’s gone.”

Meri loved him? She couldn’t. Not after what he’d done. Not after he’d let her down time after time.

“She can’t,” he whispered.

“That’s what I keep telling her, but does she listen?” Betina closed the box. “I’m done here. Colin and I will be gone within the hour. Then you can have the house to yourself. You’ve got a few weeks left, right? I hope you enjoy your time here.”

She started to leave. He grabbed her arm. “You can’t leave it like that. There has to be more.”

“Why? You don’t want there to be more. It’s not like you really care about her. She’s just Hunter’s little sister, right? An annoying responsibility. Your problem is you didn’t know what you had until you lost it, and now she’s gone forever. Goodbye, Jack.”

He released her and let her go because there was nothing left to say.

Fine. He could be fine his last few weeks here. It was just three weeks, and then he’d go back to Texas and bury himself in his work. He would stay busy and he would forget. He was good at forgetting.

Three days later, Jack knew he was damn close to slipping into madness. The house was empty. Too empty. The silence mocked him. Worse, he found himself missing Meri’s nerd friends. He missed the arguments about string theory and the scraps of paper with equations that had dotted every surface. He missed walking into a room and not understanding a word of what was being said despite the fact that everyone was speaking English.

He missed the closeness, the way Meri bullied everyone to get outside, to live life. He missed her insisting on a better telescope because the stars were so beautiful. He missed the sound of her voice, her laughter, the way her body moved. He missed her quirky sense of humor, her brilliance and how her smile could light up a room. He missed her.

She wasn’t the teenager he’d known all those years ago. The young woman who had intrigued him and at the same time scared the hell out of him. Not just because she was Hunter’s sister but because there was a quality about her that warned him she would expect only the best of herself and those in her world.

For a while he’d thought maybe he could live up to those expectations, but then Hunter had gotten sick and he’d known he would only hold her back.

He’d let her go for a thousand reasons that made sense at the time. She didn’t need him. She had to grow up on her own. She was better off without him. He was afraid. They’d both been so young and his feelings for Meri had been confused. So he’d walked away and stayed away. He’d kept tabs on her from a distance. He’d taken the coward’s way out.

He hadn’t expected to ever see her again. Then she’d been here and he’d been thrown. She’d wanted to seduce him and he knew he couldn’t let that happen. Because of what he owed both her and Hunter.

He walked into the empty living room and stared at the perfectly arranged furniture. It was all so comfortable. He wanted to throw things, break things, mess it all up. Because life wasn’t tidy or comfortable. It was a pain in the ass.

He turned to leave, then spotted a DVD case on the floor, by the sofa. Someone had dropped it. Or left it on purpose. Meri? Betina? Hunter?

He picked it up and stared at the plain black cover. Someone had stuck on a piece of paper covered with a single word.

Hunter.

Against his better judgment, Jack walked to the DVD player and put in the disk. Then he turned on the television and braced himself for the pain.

Someone had taken the time to transfer Hunter’s home movies, he thought as he watched snippets of the first confusing days at Harvard. There were shots of Hunter’s friends. All of them. And Meri. She was always hanging on the fringes.

She’d been the one to show them around, list the best places to get pizza at three in the morning. She’d been there since she was a kid.

There were shots of snowball fights and a late-night party by a bonfire.

He leaned back against the sofa and lost himself in the images. A vacation here, a camping trip there. Seven guys who had become friends. No. Brothers. Brothers he hadn’t seen or talked to in years.

The scene shifted to a yacht vacation they’d all taken one spring break. The camera panned to show the guys stretched out in the sun after a very late night. Meri walked on deck and paused, looking awkward and unhappy. She turned her gaze to him. He had his eyes closed and didn’t see the look on her face. The one that clearly showed she loved him.

He felt it then, the cold slice of pain that was almost familiar. It took him a second to place it and then he remembered the knife attack in a Central American jungle. At first there had been nothing-just a breath of expectation, followed by the warm sensation of liquid as his blood flowed out. Then there had been the sharp sting that had quickly grown into agony.

It was the same today. As if razors had sliced his heart and his soul, as he realized he’d lost something precious. Something he could never replace.

He picked up his cell phone and pressed the buttons that connected him to his office.

“I don’t have anything,” Bobbi Sue snapped by way of greeting. “If you’d stop calling me, I might get a chance to find her.”

“She has to be somewhere.”

“You think I don’t know that? She turned in the rental car at the airport in Los Angeles, but she didn’t get on a plane. If she’s in a hotel somewhere, she’s using cash and a false name. I’m checking all her friends to see if they’ve used their names to register her. It’s taking time.”

He didn’t have time. He had to find her now. He’d spent every minute of the past three days thinking he had to go after her himself, but leaving meant blowing the donation, and Meri would hate him for that.

“Keep looking,” he said and hung up. To give his assistant the time she needed.

Jack stood and paced the length of the living room. He wanted to be doing the search himself, but he was trapped in this damn house. Trapped with memories and ghosts and a burning need he’d acknowledged three days too late.

He loved her. He had for a long time. In college, he’d assumed she would grow up and they’d get together. The plan had existed in the back of his mind, as if he’d known they were meant for each other. Then Hunter had died and everything had changed.

His cell rang. He reached for it.

“You found her?”

“I’m not looking for her.”

The voice was familiar. “Colin?”

“Uh-huh. So you’re looking for Meri?”

“I have my entire staff on it.”

“You won’t figure it out. Besides, what does it matter?”

“It matters more than anything.”

“I want to believe you.”

Because Colin had information. Why wouldn’t he? Meri would tell Betina where she was going and Betina would tell Colin.

“I have to find her,” Jack said hoarsely. “I love her.”

“What if that’s too little too late?”

“I’ll convince her.”

There was an excruciating minute of silence.

“I kind of believe you,” Colin said. “Okay. When your month is up there, I’ll tell you where she is.”

“What?” Jack roared. “You’ll tell me now.”

“Sorry. No. You have to stay. It’s a lot of money on the line.”

“I’ll pay them the difference myself.”

“Okay, yeah. You’re probably good for it. But leaving now violates the spirit of what Hunter was trying to do. You really think Meri will be happy about that?”

“You think she’s happy thinking I don’t care about her?”

“Good point, but I’m not going to tell you. Not until the time is up.”

The call ended. Jack picked up the coffee table and threw it through the sliding glass door. The glass shattered with a satisfyingly destructive sound.

“Dammit all to hell,” he yelled into the subsequent silence.

And no one answered.