her arms. He hadn’t wanted to make her feel self-conscious. She was sweet and sexy when she let down her guard. Downright sensual. As much as he liked seeing her that way, he’d prefer it in private, not in front of a bunch of horny guys who’d had too much Miller and Bud.
“Yes, we do.” He gestured towards the other woman. “It wasn’t you on that billboard. We’ve got our proof now.”
Her wide eyes narrowed. “ We have proof?”
The lookalike moved closer. The dancing had stopped entirely now, and the crowd wasn’t happy about it. Sweaty male bodies shifted, and low voices grumbled. The twin gave them a shimmy to calm them, but her dark eyes were focused on Cam. He could feel them like a hot laser.
She trusted him about as much as he trusted her.
Which wasn’t much at all.
“Who’s this?” she asked, planting her hand on her hip.
“Nobody,” Lexie mumbled, folding her arms over her chest.
Cam’s jaw hardened. Nobody?
The double’s gaze swept over him. “Is he going to be trouble?”
Hell, yes. Starting with whoever’s idea it was to put her up on that bar. “Lexie, it’s time to go.”
“Stay where you are, Toots,” a gruff voice called.
“Yeah. Give us another bump-bump,” another hooted.
She backed away from the onslaught of testosterone, and Cam tensed. Yet it was her sister who caught her about the waist and kept her from toppling over backwards onto the bartender.
Who, by the way, was getting an eyeful. She was in a skirt up there.
Cam glared at the man.
Lexie was more concerned with the sea of people in front of her. Lifting her hand to block the lights from her eyes, she looked out over the crowd. Her jaw slackened when she saw all the faces tilted up at her. Her cheeks turned a pretty pink as she realized, probably for the first time, where she was and what she was doing.
Cam tried to keep his voice low and soothing. “It’s all right. Just come here.”
This time when he reached for her, she came to him willingly. He caught her by the hips, and she braced her hands against his shoulders. The position elicited a whistle from someone close to his eardrum. Bent over as she was, anyone could see right down her shirt. The pale blue bra she wore under that camisole cradled her curves in a way that no beer-swigging biker deserved to see.
He swung her down off the makeshift stage and onto the wooden floor. Keeping her close, he shielded her from the crowd. Her warm body pressed against his side, and her fast breaths hit his neck. She rocked a bit on her feet as she pushed her hair out of her eyes, and the contact made every one of his nerve endings light up.
“You’re blitzed,” he said.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s it to you?”
Nothing—but he’d never seen her at anything less than full control, besides this morning. Her spine wasn’t rigid, and her lips were soft. Her eyes were still suspicious, but they weren’t as sharp. For once, that quick mind of hers wasn’t three steps ahead of him. The effect was interesting.
The crowd shifted then, bumping up against them. She rocked again on her high heels, falling against his chest. Cam pulled her to him as his head whipped around.
The man next to them held up his hands, a tallboy clenched in one. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean anything.”
“Come on, Roxie,” someone else called. “Don’t leave us hanging.”
The brunette on the bar fluffed her hair, unfazed by the attention she received standing up there alone. “Sorry, boys. Show’s over. It’s time for you to buy more drinks.”
She jumped down behind the bar, ready to help take orders. There were more grumbles, but most of the men reached into their back pockets for their wallets.
Cam worked Lexie away from the crowd and found a nook against the wall by the jukebox. Nickelback was now pouring out of speakers overhead. Pushing her protectively into the corner, he braced one hand near her head. She was an expert at avoiding him, but not this time. He
“Yes, we do.” He gestured towards the other woman. “It wasn’t you on that billboard. We’ve got our proof now.”
Her wide eyes narrowed. “ We have proof?”
The lookalike moved closer. The dancing had stopped entirely now, and the crowd wasn’t happy about it. Sweaty male bodies shifted, and low voices grumbled. The twin gave them a shimmy to calm them, but her dark eyes were focused on Cam. He could feel them like a hot laser.
She trusted him about as much as he trusted her.
Which wasn’t much at all.
“Who’s this?” she asked, planting her hand on her hip.
“Nobody,” Lexie mumbled, folding her arms over her chest.
Cam’s jaw hardened. Nobody?
The double’s gaze swept over him. “Is he going to be trouble?”
Hell, yes. Starting with whoever’s idea it was to put her up on that bar. “Lexie, it’s time to go.”
“Stay where you are, Toots,” a gruff voice called.
“Yeah. Give us another bump-bump,” another hooted.
She backed away from the onslaught of testosterone, and Cam tensed. Yet it was her sister who caught her about the waist and kept her from toppling over backwards onto the bartender.
Who, by the way, was getting an eyeful. She was in a skirt up there.
Cam glared at the man.
Lexie was more concerned with the sea of people in front of her. Lifting her hand to block the lights from her eyes, she looked out over the crowd. Her jaw slackened when she saw all the faces tilted up at her. Her cheeks turned a pretty pink as she realized, probably for the first time, where she was and what she was doing.
Cam tried to keep his voice low and soothing. “It’s all right. Just come here.”
This time when he reached for her, she came to him willingly. He caught her by the hips, and she braced her hands against his shoulders. The position elicited a whistle from someone close to his eardrum. Bent over as she was, anyone could see right down her shirt. The pale blue bra she wore under that camisole cradled her curves in a way that no beer-swigging biker deserved to see.
He swung her down off the makeshift stage and onto the wooden floor. Keeping her close, he shielded her from the crowd. Her warm body pressed against his side, and her fast breaths hit his neck. She rocked a bit on her feet as she pushed her hair out of her eyes, and the contact made every one of his nerve endings light up.
“You’re blitzed,” he said.
Her eyes narrowed. “What’s it to you?”
Nothing—but he’d never seen her at anything less than full control, besides this morning. Her spine wasn’t rigid, and her lips were soft. Her eyes were still suspicious, but they weren’t as sharp. For once, that quick mind of hers wasn’t three steps ahead of him. The effect was interesting.
The crowd shifted then, bumping up against them. She rocked again on her high heels, falling against his chest. Cam pulled her to him as his head whipped around.
The man next to them held up his hands, a tallboy clenched in one. “Sorry, man. Didn’t mean anything.”
“Come on, Roxie,” someone else called. “Don’t leave us hanging.”
The brunette on the bar fluffed her hair, unfazed by the attention she received standing up there alone. “Sorry, boys. Show’s over. It’s time for you to buy more drinks.”
She jumped down behind the bar, ready to help take orders. There were more grumbles, but most of the men reached into their back pockets for their wallets.
Cam worked Lexie away from the crowd and found a nook against the wall by the jukebox. Nickelback was now pouring out of speakers overhead. Pushing her protectively into the corner, he braced one hand near her head. She was an expert at avoiding him, but not this time. He
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