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Spunk was a local band that my half-brother happened to be the drummer of, although he didn’t know he was my brother.
  Our father acknowledged him.  He was the oldest of our father’s legitimate children.

“Pru, what are you doing tonight?” she hollered
from across the shop.  Her voice seems to bounce off the walls.  God, that girl was loud.

Pru was
staring at her.  We all are.  Maggie was interesting to say the least.  I have no idea how these two are friends.  Maggie was loud and over the top, while Pru was quiet, more subtle.

“I don’t know,” she said. 
“Nothing?”

Ohhh
, I planned to change that.  I just hadn’t gotten that far yet.  Clearly this girl spooked easily.  I was going to have to ease her into spending more time with me.  I already knew that much.

“Yes you are,” Maggie said
.  No, I wanted her evening, not Maggie.  I had no idea how to redirect this.  “Spunk concert tonight at The Hole,” she pointed at Pru.  “No arguments, no homework,” she ordered.

“Fine,” Pru said reluctantly and I went
back to work.  Pru closed her eyes.  What did that mean?  Did she not like Spunk?  Did she not like going out?  Was it The Hole?  I wanted to know which part of it she was not a fan of so I could use it to my advantage.

“Guys?” Maggie
addressed everyone else, “Spunk concert?”  Of course, I instantly agreed, several of us did.  Unknowingly Maggie had just made my life easier for me.  I wanted to spend more time with Pru.  I was trying to find a way of getting to that without scaring her off again and now I had a way to do that even if it was a Spunk concert.

Chapter 5

Prudence

The Hole was a bar that frequently had live music.  Spunk, was a local band they frequently book. A local favorite.  They were good, really good.  Surprising they hadn’t made it big yet but I figured it was only a matter of time.

We kne
w the members of Spunk pretty well.

Oz, their lead singer is a geeky l
ooking guy with a husky voice.  He looked like your average, clean-cut guy but when he gets up on stage he instantly turned into a badass rock star with a panty dropping voice.

Stinky played
the guitar.  An average size, thin, black guy with long dread locks.

Kirk also played the guitar.  He was
a sweet, chubby guy who married his high school sweetheart and had two kids.

Miguel was
a tall, goofy looking guy with no lips and long blond hair.  He had an on again, off again thing with Maggie, currently off but that could change any moment.  Miguel played the bass.

The las
t member of the band was Talon.  He was the drummer.  He had shaggy, dark brown hair that curls at the ends and big, brown eyes.  He usually sported some unshaven scruff.  He was Skyla’s half-brother.

After we left Dirty Ink, Maggie and I headed home to change and pick up Sky
la before heading to The Hole.  I was tired and my side hurt but I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to see Lincoln again.

The entire ride Maggi
e questioned me about Lincoln.  What did we talk about?  Did he flirt with me?  Did I flirt back?  Did I think he was interested in me?  Was I interested in him?  And it went on and on.

He was
hot and I want to see him again, get to know him better, and yes, I would definitely be up for more amazing sex.  I couldn’t wait to see him again.

It was nearly eleven and he still had
n’t shown, or at least I hadn’t seen him.  Maggie, Skyla, and I were standing by the side of the stage talking with the Spunk members.  It was very possible that Maggie and Miguel were on again.  She was hanging on him and smiling up at him.

“Wow, Pru, yo
u always manage to impress me.  You look like a little rockin’ doll,” Talon said.  I couldn’t help but blush at his ridiculous compliment.  Due to my fair skin and short stature I’ve been called a doll most of my life.  He twirled his drumstick between his fingers as he sat on the steps that lead up to the stage to watch me.  He looked thoughtful.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear jeans.  Do you own any?”  He was smiling over at me.

“I do actually. 
I’m just a fan of skirts and dresses,” I explained.  When we ran home I traded my jeans and top for a slinky, black dress that hung low in the front and managed to curve with my body but not cling to my skin.  My side was killing me.  I traded my heels for giant, gray boots that reached all the way up to my thighs.  I left my hair down and darkened my make-up.

“Hey,” he threw his hands up like I might attack him even though my words were
more snotty than snappy.  “I’m not complaining.  I’m enjoying the view.  I was just curious.”  He reached his hand out with his drumstick in it and ran it over the inside of my boot-covered knee.  Talon and I were just friends and have been harmlessly flirting with each other for years.

“Maybe next time I’ll wear jeans,” I teased
, probably not.  Nothing was going to happen between Talon and me.

“Don’t.” 
He stood up and leaned into me using the railing to hold himself up as he leaned forward.  “I like this look.  I really like these boots.  Like I said.  Little.  Rockin’.  Doll,” he said slowly.  His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his breath on my ear lobe but it didn’t send a chill through my body like when Lincoln’s warm breath was caressing my ear.

I pushed him back and rolled
my eyes.  He just laughed.  “Nice ring,” he said as he looked down at my hand on his chest.  I was wearing a giant, silver, rose ring.  It looked way too large for my little hand.  It was ridiculous, but I loved it. I bought it at some thrift store for a dollar with Maggie.

Some older guy popped up on stage and announced
Spunk.  Talon winked at me, causing me to roll my eyes again in response as he headed onto the stage.

“You hooking up with Talon?” Maggie asked me as she turned to face me with her hands on her hips when Miguel headed
up the stairs.  He attempted to kiss her and she just pushed him away.  Maybe they’re still off.  “What happened to hot, tattoo guy?” she asked.  Skyla just shook head and grabbed both of our hands to pull us into the crowd as Spunk started playing.

“So?” Maggie asked loudly when we reached
the middle of the floor.  She was waiting for an explanation.  Jeez, she was persistent.

“Talon is just a friend,” I explained
.  “I’m definitely into Lincoln but…” I let my words trail off as I shrugged.  He wasn’t here.  That didn’t mean I was planning on going home with someone else but he wasn’t here.  That said something.

Maybe he was
n’t as interested as I thought.  I clearly misread something.

Skyla, Maggie, and I danced
with guy after guy.  We gave them a few minutes then pushed them away.  Most guys got to physical when dancing in this close of space and I was dumb enough to wear a little dress, which they assumed means easy access.

Spunk was probably half way through their first set when another guy leeched
onto my backside.  He instantly thrust against my rear.  Eager much?  His hands landed on my hips, one more carefully than the other.  I could already feel his erection pressing against my ass.  This guy got touchy fast.  When I looked down at the hands on my swaying hips, preparing to pull them off me, I saw a green clover peaking up at me.  Lincoln.  He was here.  He was dancing with me.  I let him stay.  He was the only guy in here I actually wanted touching me.

I always liked dancing.  It was
fun and freeing.  When I danced I could just relax, let myself go.  Although I have never been a big fan of grinding against ones partner.  It just seemed too intimate for people who just met or didn’t even know each other but I was thoroughly enjoying it with Lincoln.  I knew him, kind of.

He seemed
to be enjoying it just as much as I was.  Had he been watching me dance?  Had he sought me out or had he just been out here and came across me?

I turned
my head so I could see him over my shoulder and peeked up at him from under my lashes.  I already knew what this look did to guys.  I smiled just barely and bit the side of my lower lip.  His hands spread open over my hips. One kneads into me as he pulled me tighter against him.  The other hovers over my freshly tattooed skin.  He was being careful of my battered skin.  He leaned his head down to the crock of my neck and growled causing me to giggle before he placed a soft kiss to the side of my neck and nipped at the exposed skin.

I continued to rock and sway
with the beat and he joined me.  I pressed my back against him and he pressed back.  I didn’t think I have ever enjoyed dancing this much.  Foreplay at it’s finest.

I turned in his arms so that my ch
est was pressed against him.  His arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer to him, sliding his knee between mine so I could grind against it.  His hands slid down to the hem of my dress, that wasn’t very long to begin with, and his fingers started to trail under the edge pushing it up slightly.  I threw my head back, completely forgetting that we were on a dance floor, in a bar, surrounded by people.  It was dark.  The floor was crowded.  It was easy to get lost in in the music, in the moment, in him.

He pulled
me tighter against him.  I ran my hands up his chest and tangled one in the back of his hair.  His eyes were closed as he groaned.  His hands continued their exploration and reached around back and splayed over my ass, under my dress, before he squeezed and rocked me into him.  I could feel just how much he wanted me.

When his eyes meet mine he s
miled, his little cocky smirk.  Without a word he bent down and pressed his lips to mine.  I immediately parted my lips and he took the invitation.

The music suddenly cut
off and I pulled away from Lincoln’s lips.  He scowled in protest.  Oz, the lead singer of Spunk, was informing the crowd that they were going to take a short break and be back.

“I need a drink,” Lincoln said as he stepped away from me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towar
ds the bar.  So did I.  That was intense.  A few more seconds and I was positive that we would have been attempting to strip off clothing.

Lincoln got a beer and I got a
cosmo although I planned to stay fairly sober tonight.  It was my first drink of the night.  Then he led me over to a high, secluded table in the back corner that wasn’t vacant but had one free seat.  The bar was packed.  He took the stool tucked away in the back corner and pulled me so I was standing between his legs.

I had
n’t seen any of our friends.

“Hey,” I said
shyly.  I was just having fully clothed sex on the dance floor with him and now I’m uncomfortable and chagrin.  What is wrong with me?  I knew I was blushing ten different shades of pink because my cheeks are starting to burn as I recalled our intimate dancing only minutes ago.

“Hey,” he said as he took a swig o
f his beer smiling down at me.  He always seemed to enjoy my distress.  At the bar on my birthday.  At the shop with the lovely jokes.  Now.

“Nice dress,
” he said as he blatantly checked me out, scooting me back just slightly so he could look down between us to fully take me in.

“Thanks.” 
I blushed even more.

“And I ha
ve to say, I love your boots.”  His eyes lingered on my boots then scanned appreciatively back up.

“So do I,” I share
d.  I really do.  They were favorites of mine.

“How’s your side?” he asked
as he wrapped one arm around my lower back, careful not to touch the part he drilled on earlier.

“I’ll live.”  I did
n’t want to complain about how uncomfortable it was.  It was like a really irritating sunburn.  I didn’t want him to think he couldn’t touch me because I was sore.  I wanted him to touch me.

“Good to hear but wil
l you be back for more?” he asked raising an eyebrow at me playfully.  Did that have a double meaning?

I just shrugged
.  If he was going for a double meaning I didn’t want to seem too desperate.

He suddenly looked concerned al
l teasing drops from his face.  It made his face seem sharper, more angular, scary almost.  “Please tell me you plan to let me finish that,” he pleaded.

“Oh,” I said.  “Of course.” 
Apparently, he hadn’t meant the double meaning I interpreted it as.

“Good, because I’m dying to get you half naked on my table again,” he whispered
hoarsely against my ear causing a shiver to run down my spine.  I set my drink down on the table next to us and lean into him with my hands splayed on his chest.  I could feel his nipple rings through his t-shirt.  I loved it.

“Is that the only place you want me naked?” I ask
ed as I looked up at him through my eyelashes.  Where had that come from?  Who was this seductive temptress I was turning into?

He just smirked
down at me.  “Not in the least.  I want you naked in my bed, in my car, on this stool, anywhere I can get you.”  His eyes never left mine as he set his beer next to my drink on the table and reached up to put his free hand over one of mine on his chest.  “I like you half naked as well.  I’m really digging these boots.  I’d love to see you in just them.”

Wow!
  This guy knows just what to say.  I was so turned on that I was ready to explode.

“Is that so?” I question
ed.  My voice was low, sexy even.

“You have no idea,” he told
me all rough and seductive.  He pulled me a little tighter against him.

“So do you plan to show me?” I ran my free hand up so that it stretched over his shoulder so I could play with his
hair on the back of his head.  The other was still resting on his chest while he toyed with my fingers.  He brought our joined fingers up so he could lightly kiss the back of my hand.  Our drinks were sitting on the table next to us completely forgotten.

“Are you ready to go?” 
His gray eyes were intense as he stared down at me.  I was so close to him I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

I was
.  I definitely was.

“Why are you two hidi
ng in the corner?” My head snapped to the side to find Jonas, standing there glaring down at us playfully.  He knew good and well why were hiding in the corner.  I could tell by his giant grin that he knew exactly what he interrupted.

“Who says we’re hiding?” Lincoln asked but never let go of me.

“Hmph,” Jonas said as he took a drink of his beer.  “Come on, the gangs all here,” he motioned with his head and turned to leave.