Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(35)
I saw the love that Cade had, love for his brother, love for that girl. The pain he obviously felt, still felt. I was so conflicted, he was obviously different, and the men in the club were different. But that didn’t mean the club was, it caused her death, no matter what way you look at it, no matter how much it broke their hearts. I had no words, no kind whispers to make anything better, so I touched my mouth to his. That’s when my actions stopped. He gripped the back of my head, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, his kiss unraveling me, draining me. I felt him fall back on the sand and I fell on top of him. His hands travelled down my back, resting on my bottom, kneading it. Delightful shivers ran down my spine as I ground up against him, needing to feel closer. Then I realized where we were, on a beach, in public, in broad daylight. Shit! I sat up quickly and Cade frowned, trying to pull me back down and after being unsuccessful he sat up.
“Babe, like your mouth, like you on top of me, especially after all that. What the f*ck?” He growled.
“We are in public Cade.” I declared, righting my shirt and darting my eyes around the beach. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the immediate vicinity.
“So?” He stared at me annoyed.
“So? I thought that might be enough of a deterrent! We could get done for indecent exposure!” I blew the hair out of my face to see him smile.
“Baby, was kissing you. Wasn’t f*ckin you, and sure as shit wasn’t going to expose any of you, that’s for my eyes only. Although you exposing more than enough in those shorts.” His gaze narrowed, dropping to my legs.
“These shorts are the shit.” I snapped, sensitive to people criticizing my fashion choices.
“Yeah they are, your legs look amazing in those things, all I can do is imagine them wrapped around my back, and that will be what every other man will be thinking when he looks at you.” He raised his eyebrows. “Not to keen on men thinking about my woman like that.”
His woman. It hit me. He considered me his, considered us together, as he had done pretty much since the first moment we met. That was intense, too intense, given all of the information I had learned about him and the club, I wasn’t sure that was what I wanted. We had slept together once, okay more than once technically but we had spent one night together. A handful of amazing make out sessions, multiple orgasms and limited conversation did not a relationship make. I couldn’t deny this man was under my skin, there was something between us, something I couldn’t describe but something that seemed to turn this relationship up to warp speed. With a regular guy this would freak me out, with someone who represented a past I was trying to escape, it made me want to run for the hills.
“Gwen?” Cade asked softly, interrupting my inner monologue.
“I can’t do this.” I whispered, watching as his face hardened.
“Yes you can Gwen, don’t let that prick deputy get into your head.” He said fiercely, holding me tight.
“This has nothing to do with Luke, I just can’t do this.” I gestured between us. “There’s things you don’t know about me…”
“Well then tell me.” He interrupted roughly.
I shook my head, lifting myself off him, expecting him to hold me in place. Surprisingly he let me go, helping me get to my feet, then grabbed my hips softly. His grey eyes pierced mine. “I know you feel this Gwen, this thing between us, its not f*cking normal, but don’t run away because you’re scared.”
His gaze, the electricity sizzling between us made my resolve waver.
“I need time to think about this, can you give me that?” I conceded.
He sighed, bringing my forehead to his. “Yeah baby.”
I was curled up on our porch reading a book, or trying to read when it was yanked out of my hands.
“Hey! I was reading that.” I scowled at Amy, who was standing above me, one hand on my book one on her hip.
“Oh really? Is that why you haven’t turned a page in the last half hour?”
“It’s a very engrossing page, I find that reading it a couple of times brings about a richer understanding of the complexities of the characters.” I countered.
Amy raised a brow.
I sighed. “Fine!! I keep staring at the same sentence because I can’t stop thinking about Cade. Happy?” I pouted at her.
She perused me for a moment, then gripped my arms and heaved me up to stand in front of her.
“No I am not happy, I am supremely disappointed at the revelations of the other days events, while I completely agree with your decision I am sad because I’ve never seen you like that with a guy, especially one that rivals Chris Hemsworth on the hotness scale. But, you know what they say, the best way to get over a guy is to get under another. So lets go!” She herded me into the house.
“Where are we going? Last time I checked there wasn’t any men hiding in my closet that I could get under.” Well as long as you didn’t count my vibrator.
“Har har Gwen. You’re not going to attract any men wearing a football shirt and sweat pants, so you have to change into my black Gucci dress.”
“It’s a rugby top not football, and if I was back at home my appreciation for the ‘All Blacks’ would have the men lining up to talk to me.” I argued as she shoved me into her closet, which was equally as impressive as mine.