Seth, on the other couch, also had a girl on his lap - although this one was facing away from him, laughing as she slid her hips back and forth across him. Seth looked to be enjoying the lap dance, although the already half-empty handle of Jim Beam sitting on the coffee table between the two pairs suggested that all of the men and women were well lubricated.
Even as they passed, Cain spotted Tommy's hands rising up, sliding up the back of the girl on top of him. Those questing fingers found the string of the girl's bikini top and tugged it free, releasing her tits to drop out and swing free in front of him. A moment later, his hands were curled around them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples and making her give a little shudder of pleasure.
Next to him, Cheery shook her head with a little tutting noise. "Like I said, no control at all," she pointed out.
"This coming from the woman dragging me in for a quickie before the prospects even arrive," Cain murmured back to her.
"I suppose I really shouldn't be the one to talk, huh?" Dancing nimbly in between the two engrossed couples, Cheery snagged the open Jim Beam bottle off the table, lifting it to her lips to take a swig. "Wooh! Need a sip?"
Cain took the offered bottle and tilted it back, swallowing a good slug of the stinging liquor. He let out a little growl of approval as it slid down his throat and sent warmth immediately into his belly. "Ahh." For a moment, something tickled at the back of his mind, some errand he'd promised to attend to, but he couldn't quite remember what it had been.
And a moment later, Cheery was in his arms once again, distracting him and making that vague memory flee back into the depths of his mind.
The woman tasted like whiskey, like the promise of fun about to come. She leapt up and threw her legs around Cain's waist, clinging to him like a tree trunk as her arms around his neck pulled him close for a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
She slid down after a moment, and Cain grabbed the opportunity to take another swig of the Jim Beam. Glancing over into the living room once again, he noticed that Seth's pants seemed to have mysteriously slid down towards his knees, and his grin looked several degrees wider as the girl bounced up and down on his lap.
"Savages," he murmured under his breath, although he couldn't keep from grinning as he watched the two younger bikers lose themselves in carnal enjoyment.
Again, he was dragged away as Cheery slid one hand under his shirt, feeling his tight abs. "Hey, what's it going to be?" she asked him. "I could have anyone, you know! But I'm offering you first chance to fuck my brains out up in that big bed of yours."
That's right - he just had to take her upstairs-
Upstairs! Where, just across from his room, he'd put Jenna!
Even through the haze of drunkenness already rising up in front of his eyes, Cain winced. He'd promised to check in on her before the party started, but he'd been distracted by helping offload the booze.
"Cheery, I'll meet you up there," he promised the woman currently exploring whether he was wearing any underwear. "I just need to go check on Jenna, first."
Cheery pouted at him for a moment, sticking out her lower lip. "As long as checking on her is all you're doing," she complained. For a moment, her tipsy act fell away. "That girl's fragile, Cain, more than you know. Don't rush her into anything that could break her beyond any recovery."
Cain blinked. Cheery suddenly looked as though she could read into Cain's innermost thoughts. "I'm just making sure she's okay," he tried to defend himself. "Promise - I'll meet you in my room in just a minute."
For a long minute, Cheery looked at him, her lips pressed together into a thin line. But just as he was about to break down and try and defend his inner urges, she nodded, and smiled once again as she snagged the Jim Beam from him for another swallow.
"Better not keep me waiting," she called over her shoulder as she sauntered towards the stairs. "When I'm drunk like this, I tend to need something big and long in my mouth, and I'll go out to find one if it doesn't land in front of me..."
At those words, Cain had to swallow audibly, feeling his pants bulging with his hard erection.
After giving himself a moment to get his mind back under control, he followed Cheery upstairs, although he turned to the right instead of the left. He'd put Jenna right in this room here...
The room's door was closed. Cain raised one hand and gently bumped his knuckles against the door.
"Jenna? Can I come in?" he asked, carefully opening the door, trying not to startle her if she hadn't heard his announcement.
Inside the room, he found Jenna standing on a chair up against the far wall, her back to him, all of her attention focused on the wall in front of her. She held a can of paint in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, and was carefully dabbing at the wall in front of her.
She heard the scrape of the door as Cain opened it, and spun around, hopping down lightly from her perch. "Hey!" she greeted him, wearing a smile bigger than anything he'd yet seen on her face until now. "What do you think?"
Cain stared at the wall, his mouth hanging open.
Jenna had clearly set out to paint a motorcycle, in full life size. It wasn't a perfect picture, of course - the dimensions didn't look quite right, and even with several real-life examples sitting outside, the engine and pipes didn't quite connect properly.
Where she had succeeded perfectly, however, was in capturing the essence of a bike.
The painting somehow screamed out speed, savage beauty, powerful aggression barely refined in chrome and steel. The bike looked as if it was ready to come roaring off the wall and go tearing off through the bedroom, breaking down doors in a bid for freedom, to reach those distant horizons.
"You- you painted this?" he asked weakly, staring at the painting as if entranced.
Jenna nodded happily, carefully setting the paint can down and balancing the brush on top. Cain noted that she'd even put down the tarps as he'd suggested, covering the floor with canvas to avoid any drips.
"I thought you'd like it," she said softly, clearly watching him closely for his reaction. "Do you?"
It took the man a moment to find his voice. "This is amazing," he said honestly. "I mean, it just looks so alive!"
Suddenly, the alcohol in his stomach made his vision blur, and Cain sat down on the bed next to the door. Jenna moved over and sat down next to him. He dimly noted that he could feel her leg bumping up against his, her hip beside him, but he still felt mesmerized by the painting.
"You've got amazing talent," he said, half to himself. "That's unbelievable."
Finally, his eyes shifted sideways, over to the girl herself on the bed next to him. She was looking up at him with those big green-blue eyes, watching him closely. There was still a little hint of a smile about her expression, but it looked more like she was trying to read him.
Again, Cain suddenly felt as though gravity was pulling them in closer, dragging him by the lips towards her mouth. Jenna's face filled his vision, a point of constancy as the rest of the room swirled around him.
This time, he didn't resist that attraction.
He leaned in, and just before his eyes closed, he felt the feather-soft brush of Jenna's lips on his, a shy point of contact that felt new, exploring, so unlike anything happening down between the drunk bikers and girls downstairs.
And a second later, they were both falling back on the bed, a tangle of arms and limbs as they both hungrily pulled at each other, feeling desire taking over their bodies and propelling them together.
Chapter fifteen
Cain landed on his back, the motion pulling Jenna up on top of him. She, in turn, threw herself across his body, clutching at his shoulders. He could feel her lips everywhere, kissing and nibbling at his lips, his chin, his face.
His hands slid over her thin, slender body, holding her up against him. He could feel her heart beating rapidly as he squeezed her chest up against him. The clothes she wore felt thin as paper, and he imagined that he could sense the heat of her body radiating into him.
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br /> One hand dropped down to curl around her ass, to squeeze that little curve, and Jenna gasped as he squeezed. But before he could even think to worry that he might be hurting her, her mouth was back on his again, kissing and intruding with renewed intensity.
In between his legs, Cain's cock throbbed with urgent hunger. He couldn't even remember the last time he had shared his bed with a woman. That had been why he'd approached Cheery this evening, hadn't it? But even that thought only held on for a fraction of a second before it was washed away by pure, overwhelming sensation.
All he could do was focus on Jenna, as she clutched at him.
Cain's hands were exploring Jenna's body, running along her slender lines, but he wasn't the only one doing so. Jenna threw her legs on either side of his hips, lifting herself up just enough to reach down and grab onto the hem of his shirt. One tug, and it was halfway up his chest, exposing his abdomen.
The girl traced kisses across his cheek, even as her hands quested downwards. Cain felt those searching fingers find the button of his jeans, yank it open.
"Here, let me help," he gasped, sitting up and reaching down for the waistband of his pants. He tugged them downward, even as they caught at his erect member entangled within them.
As his cock came free, it leapt up and smacked against his stomach, a surprisingly loud noise in the little enclosed room. With a little wordless cry of surprise, Jenna found it, her fingers wrapping around him.
"It's so big," she gasped out wonderingly as she explored it, her every touch like a live wire of electricity to Cain's brain.
There were no words in his head any longer, so he just grinned back. At the same time, his hands went to this silly blouse of Brandy's that Jenna still wore. His big hands easily wrapped around her waist and slid up, pushing the fuzzy pink garment up with them.
The bra beneath the blouse was also a bit loose on Jenna, and it slid up without problem as well. Jenna gasped again as Cain's big hands slid over her nipples, freeing them out into the open air.
Cain pulled the girl back down on top of him, but this time his face pressed against her chest. He felt her breathe in deeply as he kissed at those exposed little dark circles, feeling them stiffen at the touch of his wet, warm lips.
Jenna pushed back down against his crotch, grinding her hips up against him. She wanted him, he knew it. He felt her yearning strike him like a physical blow, almost eclipsing his own desire for her in return. Even as he kissed and suckled at her chest, the biker's hand slid down to the small of her back, pushing her down fiercely against him as though he could somehow thrust even through the jean shorts she still wore.
Ah, those shorts! Simultaneously, both of them realized that they had to go.
Jenna rolled off of him, a brief tangle of limbs as she grabbed for the waistband of those shorts. Cain moved to try and help her, but he was momentarily tangled in his own half-shed clothes, and stopped to pull his shirt the rest of the way off with a growl.
By the time the shirt was off his head, Jenna's shorts were hitting the floor, followed a moment later by the softer sound of her panties landing on top of the jeans. Cain threw his arms around her, and once again the girl was in his arms, this time naked from head to toe.
She lay on her back, and Cain climbed up on top of her. Down between his legs, as well as her spread thighs, he could feel himself throbbing, physically aching to be inside of her. He leaned in, kissing her, pushing down against her...
...but then, only inches away from entering her, he suddenly heard a sob.
Cain paused, pulling back slightly. Was that from her? But sure enough, Jenna let another sob escape her lips a moment later, even as her arms still clutched at him.
Part of Cain's mind, the rampaging desirous beast, wanted to dive back in and ignore this warning sign. He wanted her more than anything, hungering for her! But although another Iron Skull might have ignored that little noise, Cain couldn't quite put it out of his mind.
He sat back a little, trying to blink away the fog of arousal that still crowded his mind. "What's wrong?" he managed.
Still spread out on the bed before him, Jenna shook her head. "Nothing, nothing's wrong," she insisted - but the words were ruined by another little sniffle, this one breaking up the words themselves.
Glancing up at the ceiling for a second, Cain tried - and failed - to hold back a little sigh. He could feel his balls already aching between his legs, angry at being denied their chance at release. Yet he couldn't, wouldn't, force himself upon any woman if they weren't willing.
Down on the bed beside him still, Jenna let out another sob, this one longer and louder. Slumping down onto the bed to sit alongside her, Cain reached out and easily pulled her into his arms. Her nakedness made him throb unconsciously, but he sternly ordered the rest of his brain to ignore how soft her skin felt against his.
"There, there," he murmured down to her, rocking her slightly back and forth in his arms. "It's okay, no one's going to hurt you."
"I'm- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Jenna wailed suddenly, turning and burying her face in his abs, her whole body now shaking with grief. "I didn't mean to ruin it for you!"
"Ruin it? You didn't ruin anything." The perplexity in Cain's voice was real. Was she talking about sex? He tried to ignore how Jenna's new position pushed her small but still present cleavage right up against his cock.
After another minute, the girl pulled herself up a little more, into his lap. Of course, this just replaced Jenna's chest on his crotch with her ass, but Cain forced himself to breathe normally, to ignore the lovely sensations creeping up from his lap. The girl was upset, not realizing how she might be touching him!
"I'm sorry," Jenna said again, her eyes now red and with tears welling up at their edges. She reached up and touched Cain's cheek, her fingertips almost too soft for him to feel. "I do want to- I just can't-"
Cain watched her struggle for the words for a moment, and then, impulsively, he leaned in and kissed her again.
And after just a second, she reciprocated.
This kiss, however, wasn't like the others from earlier. Cain still felt longing for Jenna burning in his chest, but this time he held back on that raw lust, instead forcing himself to be gentle. He felt her soft, warm lips do the same, and for a few seconds they focused on exploring each other's lips, not yet daring to go further.
When this kiss ended, Jenna's eyes still looked rimmed with red, but she was at least no longer weeping. Instead, as she reached up and pushed back errant strands of her reddish hair, she even managed a rueful little grin.
"I'm a terrible tease, aren't I?" she asked, as she slowly extricated herself from Cain's lap.
Privately, he might have agreed with those words, but the biker shook his head. "Some of the other bikers, they might think so," he agreed. "But I know that it takes time, and I'm in no rush."
For just a moment, the girl showed no shame over her nakedness as she smiled back at him. "Thank you," she said quietly, and although Cain still felt himself full of sexual tension in need of release, those two little words made his heart fill with warmth.
He opened his mouth to respond - but before he could speak, a loud bang rang out from outside.
Cain's mouth snapped shut, and he turned to stare at the window. Jenna must have caught something in his body language, because she was suddenly looking alert and frightened once again.
"What is it?" she asked.
The biker didn't respond - but he knew the sound very well.
That had been the blast of a shotgun.
Chapter sixteen
For a second, Cain hovered, frozen, half-raised up on the bed as he stared out the window. The sound of that shotgun going off had sounded as though it came from outside - but not too far off.
He didn't even consider the possibility that the sound came from a nearby hunter. There was little in the area worth hunting - and this close to the house, the shot was much more likely to have come from a fellow Iron Skull.
Cain scrambled up from the bed, feeling Jenna's eyes watching him as he grabbed for his pants to haul them back up to his waist. "Sorry," he apologized, surprising even himself with the word. "But I need to go see what that was, make sure no one's too hurt."
The girl nodded, although her big eyes remained wide. "Should I come?"
For a moment, Cain considered the choice - bring her with him, where she could be in danger, or leave her here, out of his sight? After a brief consideration, however, he shook his head.
"Stay here," he decided. "I shouldn't be long."
Grabbing his shirt but not even waiting to pull it back down over his head, Cain opened the door and ducked out of the little bedroom, leaving Jenna behind.
Outside, he'd scarcely taken two steps before a hand grabbed at his arm. "Excuse me, how much longer do I have to wait?" Cheery asked as she leaned out of his room.
Oh, shit. Cain had totally forgotten about the woman. "Cheery, I'm sorry," he said again, once again struck by how quickly that word sprang to his lips. "But there was the sound of a gun outside, and-"
As he spoke, he turned, and his words broke off abruptly. Cheery leaned out his bedroom door to grab at him, and from the upper half exposed out in the hallway, it was clear that she'd ditched her shirt - and her bra, as well! Her small breasts, still quite pert, dangled enticingly from her chest.
Catching where he was looking, Cheery rolled her eyes. "Nope, you missed out," she declared, letting go of his hand and giving him a push away. "Go see about your gunshot, and maybe, if you're lucky, I'll still be here when you get back."
"Er, okay." For just a second longer Cain wavered, although this time he wondered whether he should tell Cheery about the fact that he'd passed her up for Jenna. It seemed important to let her know, at least, even if he didn't quite know how to phrase the explanation to avoid ruffled feathers.
But then, making his decision for him, the blast of that shotgun went off again. Cain turned back to the stairs, taking them two at a time as he leapt downward. This time, the shot had come from closer - and as he descended back down to the first floor, he could hear the roar of an injured man.
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