Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(118)

I almost choked on my food this ridiculous remark, managing to swallow without needing the hilmeck, Cade smirked at me out of the corner of his mouth.



I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, Cade leaned against the door his eyes glowing. I didn’t move my eyes from his but I felt slightly shy under his gaze. I grabbed my robe to cover up.

“Don’t.” He commanded, his voice barely above a growl. He slowly walked towards me, eyes devouring me. I shivered as he approached. He stood in front of me and slowly rubbed his hand against my belly, spreading the cream across its considerable expanse.

His eyes glued to my stomach, his voice was rough and soft at the same time.

“What’s this for?”

I swallowed, his hands sending tingles down to my toes.

“It’s for um, stretch marks. So I don’t look like a tiger when Bun comes out.” I joked.

His eyes snapped to mine. “Any evidence you’ve carried my child is welcome to me.” His voice was rough and full of possession.

“Bun?” He asked after a beat, eyes locked on mine.

“Well um, when I found out about the baby, Amy and I joked about a bun in my oven. Guess the name stuck with me.” I was surprised that my voice is shaking, there seemed to be electricity crackling between us.

Cade got that unreadable look on his face again gazing down at my stomach in awe. “Bun.” He repeated softly.

“Amy calls her Supe, because she thinks you have super sperm.” I blurted.

Cade looked at me, face blank, then barked with laughter, then he stopped abruptly.

“Her?” He continued his one syllable conversation.

I fiddled with my fingers, until he grasped them, I felt his gaze burning into mine and I lifted my eyes to meet his.

“Well I don’t know for sure, I never let the doctors tell me. It just didn’t feel right, you know without you.” I stuttered over my words, feeling ridiculous for being so nervous, this was the father of my child for Christ sakes.

“I just have a feeling, it might be a she.” I told him quietly.

His hands moved from mine down to my hips, toying with the sides of my underwear. He growled slightly, then I was up. My legs automatically circled his waist as he carried me out of the bathroom to my bed, not showing any struggle carrying my extra weight. He placed me down gently, slowly peeling off my underwear, kissing my legs on the way down. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as his touch set me on fire. He slowly worked his way back up, stopping at the crease in my thighs, inhaling like it was his first breath in months then continued up. My breath came in pants as he kissed every inch of my stomach, worshipping me. He made it to my breasts, fingers making short work on the front clasp, when I was exposed to him he let out a hiss.

“Sooo pregnancy makes your boobs grow, who knew?” I told him breathlessly, his gaze ignited me, hands cupping my newly sensitive breasts. I moaned as his lips closed over my nipple, the sensation nearly unbearable. I was teetering on the edge, barely able to breath as he pushed me over when his hand moved down to my clit. I let out a soundless scream as my orgasm washed over me. It seemed like hours later that I came down. Cade eyes were glued to my face, his own dark with desire.

“You are the most magnificent creature I have ever seen.” He declared roughly, his tone riddled with desire, his eyes almost black.

I slowly regained coherent thought and realized he was still dressed, I sat up slowly.

“You. Naked. Now.” I commanded, breathing heavily.

Cade smiled wickedly and stood, divesting himself of his clothes in record time.

He knelt before me, pulling me gently to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs.

“I need to taste you so badly baby.” His face disappeared between my legs and I suppressed a scream, as he devoured me like a starving man. Riding my second orgasm I vaguely noticed Cades body on top of mine.

“I need you inside me more than I need to breathe.” I whispered to him.

His hands framed my faces, kissing me tenderly as he pushed inside me, he let out a grunt of pleasure as he filled me to the hilt. I opened my eyes.

“I love you.”

His eyes were fierce. “I love you to my soul baby.”



I woke suddenly, terrified it was all a dream, that I was still alone and broken. Cades arms tightened around me, his face close to mine in an instant.

“What is it Gwen? Are you okay? The baby?” His hands moved to my stomach.

I let out a breath of relief, kissing him lightly. “She’s fine. I just had the most terrible feeling I dreamed you. That you weren’t really here, it scared me.”

Cade leaned over and switched on the light. I squinted for a second, my eyes adjusting.

“Can’t have this conversation in the dark Gwen.” He explained softly.

I nodded against his chest. I heard him take a deep breath, preparing for something.

“The day. That morning, what you saw before you found out about Ian.” He began, I feel nausea at the pit of my stomach.

I hadn’t forgotten about what happened since he arrived, just buried it. He sensed my tension and grabbed my chin, eyes blazing.

“I didn’t touch her Gwen. You need to know that. I hate to bring her filth into our bed but this needs to be said, I don’t want its poison to sit in your mind.” He paused and kissed my nosed tenderly before watching me. He must have been content with what he saw so he continued.