Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(37)

“I don’t.” I said at the same time Cade growled. “She sure as f*ck does.”

“For f*cks sake. Gwen come with me.” Cade commanded through clenched teeth.

I grabbed my purse, deciding that talking to him would be the best way to avoid these two nice men getting beaten up in Laura’s lovely bar.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I told Jeff, who looked uncertain to let me go.

“No she won’t.” Cade barked, grabbing my arm as I stood up.

Brock and Amy seemed to be having the same kind of problem as us, but Amy looked like she would cling to the seat if Brock attempted to move her. I let out a little giggle as Cade pulled me away disappointed I wouldn’t get to watch that drama unfold.

“What the f*ck Gwen?” Cade snapped in my face as soon he pulled me into a bathroom and locked the door.

I struggled not to sway at all of the sudden motions. Why did bathrooms have the magical power of making you realize how drunk you actually were?

Cades eyes ran up and down my body and the intensity of the gaze made me instantly wet. He obviously didn’t want me to answer his question because he had me up against the wall before I knew what hit me. His mouth was on mine, his hand fisting my hair, the kiss was wild, frantic. His hands were everywhere, his grasp on my hair was rough and his kiss was merciless. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around his hips as he lifted me, hands on my ass. I moaned when he pulled up my dress, grinding his erection into the thin lace of my underwear. My hands reached between us, fumbling at his belt. Cade pulled his mouth from mine, breathing heavily, eyes blazing.

“Gwen you’re mine.” He told me savagely, pushing my underwear aside, thrusting inside me.

I almost screamed, but he silenced me with a kiss, wildly pounding me against the wall. He was rough, urgent as he plunged into me and I loved it. I bit his lip, yanked at his hair and he growled, f*cking me harder. I felt an orgasm rip through me like wildfire, milking a release out of Cade.

We stayed connected, both panting, damp from our exertion. Cade slowly lowered me down, gently pulling out of me. I felt stickiness against my thighs, realizing we didn’t use a condom. Cade reached over for some toilet paper, gently cleaning himself from me.

“Fuck I am so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to get so carried away.” His hand smoothed my hair and he looked almost worried. It was quite a novel expression on his gruff stubbled face.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” I replied breezily, the alcohol giving me no reason to worry.

Cade’s gaze locked with mine. “That’s good to hear baby, and I’m clean too, I promise you. I’ve never f*cked anyone bare, no matter what.” He shook his head. “But with you, it was f*cking amazing.”

“Yeah it was.” I agreed smiling at him, enjoying my little holiday from common sense that these lovely cocktails were treating me to.

“Can I take you home now baby? I think we need to get you into bed.” His eyes were hooded.

I smirked. “Yes I think we do.”



I woke up feeling warm, too warm and like my throat was made of sand paper. I reached blindly for precious liquid, hoping drunk me had been looking out for hungover me. I felt the body behind me reach away and come back handing me a bottle.

“Had a feeling you would need this.” A half asleep voice grumbled.

I didn’t reply, opening the cap and downing the entire bottle, silently thanking the lord for this small favor.

“Better.” I exclaimed to no one in particular, before snuggling back into a hard chest.

I felt the chest vibrate underneath me, and a hand reached to stroke my hair.

“You need an aspirin baby?” Cade asked when he finished laughing.

I took stock of my body, I was feeling slightly nauseous that could be because I just necked an entire bottle of water too quickly, my head was a bit delicate, but not too bad.

“No thank you.” I replied politely, not moving my head off the muscled chest, enjoying the feeling of his hand in my hair.

“Okay well let me know if you change your mind, I didn’t realize how drunk you were until I got you on my bike last night. I was shit scared you’d fall off the entire ride home.” His voice was rough from sleep, and seriously sexy.

I scoffed. “I wasn’t that drunk, I managed to hold on, I’m here aren’t I?” I said, feeling defensive.

“Babe, you passed out face down on my bed, fully clothed. Not that I didn’t enjoy discovering what underwear you wore underneath your dress, I just prefer you conscious.” Cade remarked dryly as I realized I was wearing his tee and my panties. Then I groaned.

“We had sex in the bathroom of Laura Maye’s bar last night.” I declared, mortified. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I did that.” I faced planted into Cade’s chest, hoping to stay there until my embarrassment wore off, in other words, forever. Cade wasn’t having that, he pulled me up so I was laying on top of him and we were face to face. His grey eyes were serious.

“Don’t be embarrassed Gwen, that was hot as f*ck. But I owe you an apology, for taking advantage of you. I just couldn’t stop myself, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind for three days, then seeing that guy all over you, and you in that dress…I lost all self control.”

“You didn’t take advantage of me, I knew exactly what I was doing, I just wasn’t completely aware of my public surroundings.” Who am I kidding? The public surroundings made it even hotter.