Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(38)

Cade looked relieved, then framed my face with his hands, face still serious.

“I meant what I said last night, I’ve never f*cked anyone bare, I’m clean.”

I nodded. “So I am.”

Cade’s gaze turned hooded. “But f*cking you, with nothing in between us, gonna want to do that more often baby. And by that I mean every f*cking day.” His hands delved into my panties, I moaned when he got to my sweet spot.

“We are going to have words about you and that * who was all over you…after.” He declared, pushing a finger inside me.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Mmmhmm, after.”



I emerged from the bathroom, after some seriously amazing lovemaking to curl back up with Cade. He pulled me close to his chest, kissing my head. I didn’t take him for a cuddler, but I dug it.

“Time to talk baby.” His voice was soft, with an edge.

I groaned, feeling like a chastised schoolgirl but met his gaze.

“I was never intending to do anything with Jeff, I couldn’t bring myself to move past harmless flirting. I was only out because I was trying to get my mind off you and to stop myself from driving out here and being in the exact position I am now.” I blurted out in one breath.

“First off babe, no such thing as harmless flirting, not with you, you don’t flirt with anyone got it?” He spoke roughly, his gaze intent on mine. “Secondly why were you trying to stop yourself from being here? It’s a pretty f*cking great position if you ask me.” He smirked.

I blushed. “Yes those positions were pretty great.” I stopped, trying to find the right words to explain, without divulging my dirty past. “It was just too much for me, your world, I didn’t think I could handle it.” I glimpsed down at his chest, tracing his tattoos with my fingertip.

He grabbed my chin, drawing my eyes to meet his. “And now? You can handle it.” It was more of a statement than a question.

“Yes I think I can handle it.” I said softly.

Whatever it was between us was too strong to fight, and I didn’t want to fight it. So far I liked the way Cade made me feel, protected and safe. And also extremely sexy and most importantly, happy. I might be making a huge mistake, by going near this world again, but I was willing to take the risk. I wanted to trust my instincts, and dive into something scary but exciting

“I know you can handle it.” He stated with certainty.





Chapter 7


“Baby.” Cade was on top of me, making love to me, tender, slow. I moaned throwing my head into the pillow as he rubbed me in circles while pushing in slowly. I was close.

“Baby.” Cade repeated. “Eyes, I need your eyes.” He ordered.

I immediately lifted my head, locking eyes with him. I lost my breath and his expression it was intense, full of blatant lust and awe?

“Fuck, missed you, on the road, couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He thrust inside me again and I unraveled, screaming loudly, keeping my eyes focused to his. I watched, through my own pleasure, when he came. It was amazing to watch such a staunch strong man lose control.

Afterwards, he rested on his elbows, not giving me his full weight. He kissed my nose, moving as if to pull out, I wrapped my legs around his hips not wanting to lose him.

“No don’t leave yet.” I whispered.

He gazed at me softly, staying a beat before pushing up and walking to the bathroom. He returned with a washcloth, gently cleaning me.

We had two days together after the night at the bar before he had to leave again for a week. We had spent every possible moment together in those two days, and most of our time was spend in bed. I had missed him a lot, and so had he obviously. He called me every night he was away, not that he was much of a talker, but just to ‘check in’. It was nice knowing he thought about me while he was gone, and made the effort to let me know. When we got home, he had picked me up from the store on his bike, taking me to his place. We were all over each other as soon as we got in the door, much like last time, but this time, he f*cked me against the door. It was ah ma zing. He then carried my to his room, slowly look off my clothes, then made love to me. That brought me to now. Lying on his rumpled bed, naked, staring at the ceiling, feeling content. I felt Cade settle in beside me, pulling my to his side. I instantly snuggled into the crook of his shoulder, stroking his tats.

“Baby.”

“Hmmm” I half answered, distracted by his tattoos, and his body.

“We gotta talk.”

Still distracted, I muttered “Okay.”

“You’re going to tell me what happened to you.” He spoke gruffly, as if he expected something horrible.

I turned to stone. I knew he felt it because he started to stroke my back gently.

“What happened to put that fear behind your eyes, what makes you flat out panic when the boys get too close, what made you say what you said on the beach that day. What gave you the scars.” He lightly traced the scar my cheek, the evidence of a ring tearing open my face, then my stomach, where the doctors opened me up because I was bleeding internally.

I felt it, the sick, curling up in my belly, the poison of the memories that would taint what we had. I couldn’t have my happiness for a second without this eating at me, so much Cade noticed and he wasn’t going to give up until he knew. Then he probably wouldn’t want me. Because I was broken, scarred, dirty.