CHAINED: A Motorcycle Club Romance by Samantha Westlake Page A

"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.
    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