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here with little more than a hangover and that stupid hat, and I come back to find you doing…” He gestured delicately at Kayla, who belatedly remembered that all she wore was her shirt and hiking boots.
    With a shriek, she clutched the shirt across her chest with one hand and tugged the hem down with the other.
    “I guess I got lucky,” the professor said smugly.
    Seth shook his head in apparent disgust as he lifted his other foot and began to work on the wet laces. A moment later the second boot followed the first. Then he stood and pulled his sodden T-shirt over his head.
    On one level Kayla noticed that his biceps were remarkable and his chest… Well, it was broad . But she was more concerned with the fact he seemed to be undressing for no good reason. “Excuse me?” she said again, still trying to cover her nakedness with her inadequate clothing.
    The men ignored her. Seth wrung the T-shirt out, then spread it to dry on one of the stone altars. He had a tattoo on his shoulder, but before Kayla could make it out, he started to unbutton his sodden army trousers.
    “Why do I have the feeling I got played?” he complained to the professor as he peeled the trousers down, revealing, to her horror, no underwear and a cock like a battering ram. Fully erect.
    She uttered a noise that could only be described as a squeak.
    Seth glanced at her as he carefully folded the trousers. “Sorry, love; first rule of survival is get out of your wet clothes or risk pneumonia. Don’t worry, though—the hard-on isn’t for you. Honest.” He gestured at the professor. “It’s for him. I swear, I get a boner every time I see that skinny arse of his.”
    Mouth open, she turned to the professor, who shook his head. “Ignore him,” he said grimly. “The boner is definitely for you. How long have you been watching us?” he fired at Seth.
    “What makes you think I’ve been watching?”
    “Since when do hailstones give you a hard-on?”
    “Good point. Okay, maybe a few minutes. The climax, as it were.” Seth grinned at Kayla, flashing perfect teeth. “Nice show, by the way. I love a woman who isn’t ashamed to let the world know she’s having a good time.”
    Kayla said nothing because speech was beyond her.
    The professor picked up the rucksack. “Is the beer in here?” He didn’t wait for an answer but rifled through it. “Six?” He snorted in disgust. “That’s all you got?”
    “How was I to know we had company?” Seth accepted a bottle, and the professor opened another and offered it to Kayla.
    She shook her head, unwilling to give up her death grip on her clothing, still trying to get her head around the fact she was in what amounted to a cave with two naked men who were bickering like an old married couple. Two really hot, naked men.
    The professor saw her expression but apparently misinterpreted it. “My students forget I was ever their age,” he said, indicating the beer. “On a field trip like this, they always lay in a stash of alcohol, thinking they’re going to sneak off and have a party. Seth has a talent for rooting it out.”
    Kayla stared from one man to the other. “Would someone please tell me what’s going on?”
    “Yes, Jake,” said Seth. “Why don’t you tell us what’s going on?”
    “Jake? Your name is Jake?” She pounced on that piece of information.
    Seth choked on his beer. “You fucked her without telling her your name? Class, buddy. Real class.” He thought for a moment. “Actually, respect.”
    “We were getting to the introductions,” said Jake.
    “Most men start with that,” Seth said. “Most men have to start with that. And then comes the flowers and the wooing. Whereas you just get right down to business. It’s that hat, isn’t it?” He appealed to Kayla. “Would you have shagged him if he hadn’t been wearing the hat?”
    She took a deep, steadying breath. “Who are you and how did you get here? How come you two know each other? Oh, and what the hell is