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against Cain's chest, she reached up and ran her hand down over his shirt, feeling his tight muscles just beneath the thin fabric. "Is this flirting?"
Cain tried to ignore how that touch made him tense up, made him suddenly very aware of certain areas of his anatomy. "It could be, yes," he admitted. "But listen, Jenna - tonight, there's going to be a big party here for the Iron Skulls."
"Iron Skulls?"
"The motorcycle gang," he explained. "Our new prospects - that is, some of the men who want to join, and are trying to prove their worth - are going to be coming by, and there's a celebration for them."
Jenna grinned, and Cain could see that she was relaxing a bit. "I like parties. Am I invited?"
"Er..." Cain tried to figure out how to put this. "You're welcome, I guess, but you know how Talon was flirting with you? There are going to be lots of bikers there, and that's sort of how they act. If it's going to be scary for you-"
But already, Jenna was shaking her head. "No, I can handle it," she insisted. She looked a little scared, but there was a hard glint behind her eyes, speaking to that inner strength she'd briefly displayed earlier. "And I want to be a part of it. I want to see all your friends, to find out what the parties here are like."
Another wince passed across Cain's face at the word "friends". But short of locking the girl in her room, he couldn't see a way to keep her from attending. And, if this party ended up going like most of the parties at his place thrown by the Iron Skulls, it would end up spilling out across the entire house, with different crazy activities in each room.
"Just remember," he finally told Jenna, "that I'm looking out for you. If anyone at the party - anyone at all - tries to give you trouble, just tell them that you're with me, and for them to leave you alone."
"What if they still don't?" she asked, looking at him.
In response, Cain flexed his muscles. He might be a little older than some of the young bucks around here, he knew, but he was still just as strong, almost as fast, as he'd been in his youth. He didn't think that many of the men, even after a few drinks, would want to try facing off against him.
"I'll handle them," he said simply.
After a minute, Cain realized that Jenna was still pressed up against him, her hand still stroking his chest ever so lightly. He leaned back, looking down into her eyes.
Perhaps sensing him looking at her, Jenna tilted her head back, looking back up at him, but she didn't pull away at all. And as their eyes locked, Cain realized that their faces were too close for just friendly greeting. He could see her lips only a few inches away, slightly pursed and inviting, as she looked up at him through half-closed, comforted, slightly sleepy eyelids...
"Don't you have some painting to get back to?" he asked, frantically trying to break away from the alluring tug of her lips.
For a moment, Jenna kept on looking up at him, her eyes calling to him. "I don't have to go rushing back to it," she murmured, suddenly sounding much more adult and in control than he'd suspected that she was capable of appearing.
God, this was so tempting! Normally, Cain felt proud of the control he held over his emotions and lust, keeping them firmly bottled up. After the many indiscretions of his youth, he prided himself on his hard-won self control.
But now, with Jenna pressing herself up against him, a warm and vibrant little bundle in his hands, all of that self control seemed to be melting away. Inside his head, Cain felt the ice palace he'd carefully constructed melting away, cracks showing in its foundation.
"I think," he said carefully, untangling the girl from his arms, "that maybe you should finish painting before the party starts. That way, you won't be disturbed by anything."
It was a flimsy excuse, he knew, but it was still just enough for him to escape, to get free of the young woman in his arms who made his thoughts spin and turn on their heads, upside
Cain tried to ignore how that touch made him tense up, made him suddenly very aware of certain areas of his anatomy. "It could be, yes," he admitted. "But listen, Jenna - tonight, there's going to be a big party here for the Iron Skulls."
"Iron Skulls?"
"The motorcycle gang," he explained. "Our new prospects - that is, some of the men who want to join, and are trying to prove their worth - are going to be coming by, and there's a celebration for them."
Jenna grinned, and Cain could see that she was relaxing a bit. "I like parties. Am I invited?"
"Er..." Cain tried to figure out how to put this. "You're welcome, I guess, but you know how Talon was flirting with you? There are going to be lots of bikers there, and that's sort of how they act. If it's going to be scary for you-"
But already, Jenna was shaking her head. "No, I can handle it," she insisted. She looked a little scared, but there was a hard glint behind her eyes, speaking to that inner strength she'd briefly displayed earlier. "And I want to be a part of it. I want to see all your friends, to find out what the parties here are like."
Another wince passed across Cain's face at the word "friends". But short of locking the girl in her room, he couldn't see a way to keep her from attending. And, if this party ended up going like most of the parties at his place thrown by the Iron Skulls, it would end up spilling out across the entire house, with different crazy activities in each room.
"Just remember," he finally told Jenna, "that I'm looking out for you. If anyone at the party - anyone at all - tries to give you trouble, just tell them that you're with me, and for them to leave you alone."
"What if they still don't?" she asked, looking at him.
In response, Cain flexed his muscles. He might be a little older than some of the young bucks around here, he knew, but he was still just as strong, almost as fast, as he'd been in his youth. He didn't think that many of the men, even after a few drinks, would want to try facing off against him.
"I'll handle them," he said simply.
After a minute, Cain realized that Jenna was still pressed up against him, her hand still stroking his chest ever so lightly. He leaned back, looking down into her eyes.
Perhaps sensing him looking at her, Jenna tilted her head back, looking back up at him, but she didn't pull away at all. And as their eyes locked, Cain realized that their faces were too close for just friendly greeting. He could see her lips only a few inches away, slightly pursed and inviting, as she looked up at him through half-closed, comforted, slightly sleepy eyelids...
"Don't you have some painting to get back to?" he asked, frantically trying to break away from the alluring tug of her lips.
For a moment, Jenna kept on looking up at him, her eyes calling to him. "I don't have to go rushing back to it," she murmured, suddenly sounding much more adult and in control than he'd suspected that she was capable of appearing.
God, this was so tempting! Normally, Cain felt proud of the control he held over his emotions and lust, keeping them firmly bottled up. After the many indiscretions of his youth, he prided himself on his hard-won self control.
But now, with Jenna pressing herself up against him, a warm and vibrant little bundle in his hands, all of that self control seemed to be melting away. Inside his head, Cain felt the ice palace he'd carefully constructed melting away, cracks showing in its foundation.
"I think," he said carefully, untangling the girl from his arms, "that maybe you should finish painting before the party starts. That way, you won't be disturbed by anything."
It was a flimsy excuse, he knew, but it was still just enough for him to escape, to get free of the young woman in his arms who made his thoughts spin and turn on their heads, upside
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