American homes were strange things to a working class English girl, they all seemed to be detached and quite large considering the small, box like home she had left behind in the UK, and Juice's home was no exception. It was cladded on the outside with wood that could really have done with a lick of paint but it was quaint. Nothing at all like she had been expecting from the biker.
Four steps led up to the front door and as she climbed them behind him she let the heavy backpack fall from her back. Juice unlocked the door and went in first, pressing a myriad of keys on a keypad near the door. The house, it seemed, was heavily alarmed. As she stood on the porch waiting politely to be invited inside she noted that as well as the alarms there also seemed to be cameras. Security was at the top of Juice's agenda it would appear and Jane wasn't sure whether to feel comforted by that or somewhat worried as to what threat would warrant such precautions.
Following him inside he went into the lounge where he motioned toward the for her to sit on the tatty floral sofa, or couch as he'd no doubt call it. "coffee?" he asked, "or beer?" After the day she'd had beer sounded good and when he returned with a bottle for each of them a few minutes later she had kicked off her boots and had her feet up on the sofa.
Juice smiled at the sight as he came back into the room. "When did you last eat properly?" he enquired. Truthfully she wasn't sure. A warm, home cooked meal seemed like something she hadn't seen for years. There were only so many Dennys you could visit before things got quite boring. Jane was hungry, though she didn't imagine Juice would be much of a whizz in the kitchen. When she shrugged in response to the question Juice put down the beer and headed for the kitchen calling out "I'll sort us something" as he left.
Juice liked her. He really did and he wasn't sure where any of this was coming from. It scared him actually. Instinctively he wanted to protect this woman, to look after her and this was something entirely new to him. Hell here he was stood in his kitchen wondering what on earth he could possibly cook for her when his culinary finesse usually extended to ordering extra peppers on his Pizza. He was trying to impress a woman. Jesus.
Bringing her back to his home perhaps wasn't the best way to do that. The 2 bedroomed home was a property belonging to the club that Juice had been living in for a few years, his technological wizardry meant that the house was completely secure with cameras covering all perimeters and alarms covering everything. There was even a basement with a 'panic room' hidden at the back. The house was sometimes used as a safe house by the club for members and friends who needed their backs covering for a few days and Juice's work on the security of it meant he lived there rent free. The decor and furnishings though sorely lacked a woman's touch. It became a bit of a standing joke in the club that if anyone had new furniture or appliances the old ones were gifted to Juice. In fact, Tig once said he only came to Juice's house to visit his old furniture. All Juice had really needed was his laptop, a desk and a chair but the club were trying to help so he'd ended up in a home with mismatched, gifted furniture. He smiled at the thought of how much his brothers did care about him.
Half an hour later Juice had, by some minor miracle, managed to find enough bits around the kitchen to rustle up some chicken and rice. He'd surprised himself actually, it didn't look half bad.
Juice called Jane into the kitchen and they sat around the table and ate. She was starving, he could tell. So much so when she finished hers in record time he said he was stuffed and passed his half empty plate to her to finish.
Jane was content, and felt comfortable for the first time in a very long time. This mismatched, technological wooden house actually felt like a home to her. She was a tough woman, looked after herself and needed no one, at least, thats what she told herself, but she had to admit being here, having Juice look after her. It was nice. It gave her a strange feeling inside she was unaccustomed to.
As she sat on the couch he flopped down next to her, that smile again lit up the room as he beamed at her. His smile was infectious and she couldn't help but laugh. "What?" he asked as she giggled. "you" she replied "you're a good guy Juice, thank you". He reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing it affectionately as smiled. The second his hand touched hers, her stomach began to flutter, her entire body tingled and just his touch sent a heat pooling between her legs that made her face flush.
Juice remained stroking her hand and thinking. Was he imagining it? Did him taking her hand really have an effect on her? Her touch to him was electric. This had never happened before. Yes he'd been turned on, he'd spent plenty of time at Cara Cara and consequently in the toilets at Cara Cara but to feel like he currently did just from holding her hand? Fuck. He was in trouble.