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“I didn’t realize we had a gang,” Lincoln muttered under his breath but slid off his stool to follow him, adjusting his pants as he stood and smiled over at me when he noticed
me watching him.  He put his arm over my shoulder keeping me tightly against his side as we follow Jonas grabbing our drinks along the way.

I did not want to han
g out with our so-called gang.  I wanted to get Lincoln somewhere more private.

“Just a little longer,” he whispered next to m
y ear like he could read my mind.  “Then I’m going to take you home and get you fully naked,” he threatened.

“Promise?” I asked as I step back, away from him to join Maggie and Skyla and he
didn’t have to answer.  The promise was in his eyes.

Lincoln

I was going to kill Jonas.  As soon as I had him alone I was going to talk to him about his cock-blocking.  Pru was all ready for me to take her home so we could really begin our night but, oh no, here comes big brother Jonas to drag us over to chat with friends.  Her friends no less so I wasn’t even getting her full attention any more.  They pulled her away the moment we joined the group.  Skyla stuck her tongue out at me.  She pulled Pru away from me on purpose.  I didn’t want to share.

I pulled her over to the corner for a reason damn it.

Oh well, I guess I could suffer through for a little longer despite how uncomfortable I was going to be the entire time.  I was so damn hard if she rubbed against me again I’d probably blow in my pants.

Spunk was
just coming back up on stage and I couldn’t care less.  I was not here for them.  I was here for her.  I actually wished that they weren’t involved at all.

When we arrived I instantl
y picked her out of the crowd.  It wasn’t hard.  She was with a loud redhead and a conservative looking brunette with men circling them preparing to strike like sharks with a taste of fresh blood.  She was over talking with the band, more specifically my brother.  Talon, the drummer of Spunk, is my half-brother, although he didn’t know it.  I hated him.  He had everything I have ever wanted: a family, friends, a good home.  I was left to be ignored and live with my mother while we struggled to survive.

He was touching and flirting with my
little fairy.  She was mine.  I felt like a damn barbarian.  When did I turn into such a caveman?  When I saw him lean into her I wanted to charge up there and throw her over my shoulder screaming, mine, for the world to know but thankfully I was able to control myself.  She isn’t mine but I think I’d like to change that.  At least, she pushed him away, which definitely helped me gain control of my inner caveman.

Then I had
to listen to Jonas talk about his little sisters while I watched her dance.  She was hot in her little outfit and even hotter when she was lost in the music with all that lush hair falling over her shoulders while her hips moved with the beat of the music.  Her tiny dress glided over her thighs making it hard to concentrate on whatever Jonas was going on about with his sisters.  Who came to a bar to yack about his sisters?  Jonas was the only guy I knew our age that could sit in a bar surrounded by half dressed women talking fondly about his family.

My phone rang in the middle of Jonas’ yammering and
I pulled it out of my pocket.  Betty.  I hit ignore.  Could not care less.  I had moved onto much bigger, well, figuratively speaking, and better things.

Guys would approach her and she’d dance with them for a second but if they tried to get too close
she’d send them on their way.  I liked that.  It helped keep my newly discovered caveman like tendencies in check.  Would she push me away if I danced with her?

I had to dance with her. 
I have never been much of a dancer but I wanted her to rock with me, to rub against me.  I wanted to touch her, to hold her while she lost herself in the music and I had.  If the band wouldn’t have announced they were taking a break I probably would have slid my finger inside her barely there panties and made her come apart in my arms right there on the dance floor.

I was
ready to go.  I was strung so tight I think I was going to lose it at any moment.  The slightest provocation and I would be done for.  I needed to grab my fairy and get the hell out of here but she was turned to her friends now laughing adamantly about something.  I no longer had her undivided attention.  I was going to kill Jonas.

I was
talking with Guy while the guys flirted shamelessly with the girls, our gang apparently.  Pru seemed so far away.  I couldn’t take it.  I had to touch her.  I reached my hand out, careful not to graze her freshly inked side, and pulled her to stand in between my legs with her back to me while I sat on a stool waiting for the opportunity to get her out of here.

I kne
w I was being touchy feely but she didn’t seem to mind, and when Guy’s friend started checking her out I felt the need to stake my claim so I pulled her to me.

She di
dn’t complain or even protest.  She just looked up and smiled at me before putting her hand over mine on her hip and going back to her conversation with Maggie.

Chapter 6

Prudence

I was ready to go.  I had been for a while but then Jonas interrupted us and fumbled our escape.  I considered pulling Lincoln back out to the dance floor but thought that would have been a mistake.  The sexual tension was just too high between us.  We would end up going at it in the middle of the dance floor and I definitely did not want that.

I seemed to lose complete control when he was
around and I knew that once I came back down from my Lincoln lust induce high on the dance floor I would have been horribly mortified and probably get arrested for lewd acts in public or something.

Once Spunk was back on stage Maggie headed
that direction.  I figured her and Miguel would be back on tonight.  Skyla was talking to Jonas and she was twirling with her hair uncomfortably.  The others had started to break off from our circle, some joined other groups, and others went to dance or to get drinks.  No one was paying any attention to us.

“I think we can make a break for it if we run now,” I said quietly so th
at only Lincoln could hear me.  I turned in his arms to look up at him.

He looked around a
t his friends then down at me.  “Good call, they’re all distracted,” he said with a smirk.  I loved his smirk.  “You ready?” he asked.  Was I ever, but I just nodded.

Lincoln took
my hand and we made a mad dash towards the door before anyone could stop us.  When we stepped outside I was giggling as the cool spring air hit me.  “Are you sober enough to drive?” I asked as he pulled out keys and started to unlock the white El Camino with black racing strips that he led me to.

“Yeah,” he said
as he opened the door for me.  At first look Lincoln looked rough and dangerous but he was proving to be sweet and thoughtful, a gentlemen even.  “I only had that one beer and I barely drank it.”

I ste
pped up to the door, shrugging.  I didn’t feel embarrassed or guilty that I questioned his sobriety.  “Okay, had to check.”  He leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine.  He managed to keep the kiss short and simple.

“I had to stay sober so I could get you home,” he said when he pulled back fr
om me and I slid into the car.  He went around and got in too.

“So where are your glasses? 
Contacts?” I asked while he started the car and backed out.  I shifted in my seat so I could see him better.

“No contacts. 
I only wear glasses when I work or read.  I don’t need them for anything else,” he explained.

“So do you like Spunk?” he asked changing the topic to me.

“Yeah, they’re good.”

“I saw you talking to them.”  So he had been there. 
He had been watching me.

“Yeah, t
he drummer is Skyla’s brother.  We’re friends,” I told him.  He nodded and let out a deep breath.  Why?  Was he jealous?

“You?”

“Like spunk?” he asked and looked over at me with a raised an eyebrow.  Dirty boy.

“The band,” I add
ed for clarification.

He just shrugged
.  “Their music is descent,” he added to his shrug.  There was something in his tone that made me curious.  Something he wasn’t sharing with me.  I didn’t want to push him though so I change the subject.

“So how many roommates do you have?” I asked, makin
g simple small talk while we drove.

“Three,” he shared
.  “Jonas, Guy, and Prat.”

I nodded
.  I met Guy and Jonas officially but not Prat, although he had been there for my walk of shame.  He had been at the bar tonight too.

“You?”

“Maggie and Skyla,” I said.  “We have an apartment on Howe by school.”  He nodded.  His eyes were focused on the road but he peaked over at me from time to time.

“How did you meet them? 
You all seem so different.”

“Maggie and I had math together fre
shman year and became friends.  She’s really great once you get used to her.”  I can tell that he didn’t know what to do with Maggie.

“Yeah she’s a little odd…and loud.”

I laughed and shrugged.  She was flamboyant.  Maggie definitely made an impression.

“And she
knew Skyla so we got a place.  Worked out for everyone.”  He nodded again.

“Siblings?” I asked.

“It was just me and my mom growing up.  You?”

“None, only child.”

We continued to talk for the rest of the ride.  Nothing to in-depth but simple get to know you stuff.  I liked talking to him.  I liked it when he smiled or laughed.  He was easy to talk to.  Being with him was simple.  He just seemed to get me.  We liked the same music, and shows.  He listened to me ramble.  He was really listening, not just humoring me so he could get in my pants, well, up my skirt.  I felt like I could be myself and that was something I didn’t feel too often.

Lincoln

This girl was amazing.  I have talked to girls before, many girls, but I never really cared what they had to say but for some reason I could listen to this girl talk for hours and be perfectly content.  Typically, when I drove a girl home for the night I got in the car and turned up the radio so I didn’t have to listen to her fill the silence with obnoxious chatter, but not with this one.

I found myself turning it down so it didn’t interfere with
the soft melody of her voice.  She was always soft spoken and she was quieter when everyone was around but with just the two of us sitting in the car chatting she was talkative and animated.  She opened up and it was incredible.  This little girl was smart and funny and kind.  She was going to college.  She liked a variety of music.  The stuff I listen to even which was funny because she did not look the part.  We liked the same movies.  Enjoyed the same things.  She was amazing.

When she asked about my siblings I di
dn’t lie.  I just didn’t disclose the full truth.  I had grown up as an only child.  It had been just me and my mom.  I wasn’t about to share that I had several half siblings out there because my father got around and I wasn’t supposed to know about them.  I was not going there so I just shared a half-truth.  I barely knew this girl.  I was not about to share my deepest, darkest secret with her.

I park
ed in the garage and held her hand as I pulled her through the house.  We were alone and it was dark but I wanted to get her somewhere more secluded.  She deserved more than my couch.  I wanted her in my room, in my bed, preferably naked, so that’s where I headed.  She willingly trailed a little behind me.

This girl was
an enigma, a walking contradiction.  Quiet, soft-spoken, vixen.  It seemed she only fully blossomed for me and I liked that.  Like she was mine, just for me.  I liked that I got to see a side of her that very few have.  I closed my bedroom door and leaned back on it, reaching around to lock it, behind me.  Alone, at last.  I did not want to be disturbed.  She was all mine tonight.

I watched as she made her way to the center of my room before she turned
to face me.  She only took a few steps but watching the gentle sway of her hips was so enticing.  My room was cleaner than it had been the last time she was here.  I made a point before we headed out to the bar tonight to toss all the dirty clothes in the hamper.

I took the cou
ple of steps toward her so she was standing directly in front of me.  Her head only came up to the middle of my chest.  She was so small but I knew she’d fit perfectly next to me.

Last time we were plaste
red and had wild, drunken sex.  It had been marvelous.  This time I made a point to stay sober, partly for driving, although I could have called a cab, and partly because I wanted to really appreciate her, really see her.  She had been beautiful drunk.  Would she be as wonderful sober?  So far yes, more so even.

Th
e sex had been fast and rough.  I wanted to slow down a little tonight, truly explore her body.  I wanted to know if it was just a one-time drunken thing that we would never be able to repeat or if this girl was going to continue to blow my mind.

She ran her fingers up my side under my shirt, pushing it up as she went
.  I lifted my arms so she could easily remove it.  She dropped it to the ground and examined my chest, running her fingers over the part of my tattooed sleeve that expanded over my chest.  It sent a chill through me.  She gently held out my arm that was covered in ink and followed the chain that ran up the length of it with her finger, examining the designs as she went, kissing the inside of my elbow.  No one had ever paid this much attention to my ink.

“Did you get this done as one piece?” she asked not taking her eyes off my arm still entranced with the art there, “or was it multiple pieces that you had worked together?”

“It was a planned piece,” I managed over the lump that formed in my throat.  “Jonas did it.”  I explained and she just nodded before she began to explore the rest of my bare chest.  Her lips touched the little splashes of color on my chest before she looked up at me from under a veil of dark lashes as she kissed a path to my pierced nipple.  Still looking up at me from beneath her long lashes she took my nipple, black hoop and all, into her mouth.  “Pru,” I groaned and let my eyes roll back in my head.  My arms came around to hold her close while she played with the ring with her tongue.

After getting to know her a little, I expected her to be
more shy or reserved in the bedroom, especially sober, damn I had been wrong.  Thank God.

She continued her path of kisses to my other nipple and gave
it equal attention.  I was ready to toss her on the bed and have my way with her but I didn’t.  I wanted to enjoy this, make it last.  She tugged gently on my nipple ring.  I groaned through clenched teeth.  She was killing me.  She chuckled before moving on to my other tattoos.

She ran
her fingers down my other arm, tracing the pin up girl on the inside of my forearm, and brought my hand up so she could kiss the clover on my hand.  Her tongue darted out, barely licking it.  The time she was taking to explore each one confounded me.  It was like she truly sees them, me.

She stepped away from me and I grabbed
for her.  Where did she think she was going?  She just laughed softly and stepped around to my back to continue her exploration of my bare torso.  She traced the grim reaper that took up a good portion on my back, kissing random places as she went.

“Pru,” I begged
through clenched teeth.  I didn’t know if I could take much more of this torture.  Never had anything so innocent as her gentle exploration gotten me into such a frenzy.

“Hmmm,” she said as her lips pressed
against my back.  Her hands snaked around my waist to the button of my pants and she popped it open, then leisurely slides down the fly.  I couldn’t look away from her tiny hands as they slowly dipped into my pants and boxers.

Her silky fingers wrapped around my painfully enlarged erection and I jerked
into her hands.  “Hmmm,” she questioned again as she stroked leisurely from tip to the base and back up again.  My head dropped back.  I was breathing heavy.  It took everything in me not to just come all over her hands as she pumped again still standing behind me. Her little form is pressed against mine.  Her soft lips feathering kisses on my back.

She released me but before I could
protest she slide my pants and boxers down around my ankles.  I kicked my shoes off along with my pants.  She came around to stand in front of me to continue her ministrations, kneeling down in front of me as she went.  She took in my completely nude body and bit her lower lip while on her knees in front me.  It was sexy as hell.

“What about these
?” she asked as she ran her nail over the work I did myself on my thigh when I was learning.  There’s a dragon, a skull, and a Celtic cross.  They all look a little random but I planned to work them together at some point.  I just haven’t had time with opening the shop.

“I…
.ummm…” I stumbled over my words as she kissed my work.  She was so close to my center.  My dick jumped in anticipation.  She worked her way up and wrapped her tiny hand around my cock and kissed the tip.  I had no idea what I was saying.  I couldn’t even remember how to form words.  She didn’t seem to mind.

“And this?” she asked as she reached around with her free hand to the back of my calf and ran her nail over the coy fish I learned color on.

“It’s…uhhh…fi…fish...” I managed to stutter out as she cupped my balls and ran her tongue along the side of my penis.  This girl was turning me into a blabbering idiot.  She giggled as she took the tip of my cock into her mouth and sucked but only for a second before she stepped away from me closer to the bed.

“Tease,” I accused and she just winked
at me.  I’d let her tease me all night long.

She reached behind her neck, eyes locked on mine, and she let her dress fall to the floor and stepped
out of it.  She was standing there only in a lacy, black thong with thigh high, gray boots.  Her breasts bare for my enjoyment.  I swallowed hard at the sight of her.  She had a hot little body.  Her tattoo was looking less angry then when I finished up.  I’d be saving this mental image for later fantasies.