Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(4)
I knew I shouldn’t be doing it, planning on loosing my virginity to a guy I didn’t love, but thought I had to do it sometime, I felt like the odd women out amongst my sexually active friends. The guy started kissing me and pulling off my clothes as soon as we got in the front door, I kissed him back for a while until he grabbed at my dress trying to pull it up.
“No.” I slurred, “I don’t think we should do this anymore.”
“Come on babe, don’t be a tease, you know you want to.” Trent whispered, grabbing at my dress and pushing me against a wall.
I started pushing at him. “No Trent.” I protested but he wouldn’t listen, my thoughts were slow from the alcohol. Suddenly the lights flickered on and I heard Ian’s bellow.
“What the FUCK?”
Trent was ripped off me and Ian held him by his collar driving his fist through his face. Trent slumped to the ground holding a bloody nose.
“Ian, shit did you break his nose? Oh man I don’t want to clean that blood up.” I moaned stupidly.
Ian turned to me anger radiating off him. “You okay Ace?” He asked, using the nickname he’s had for me since before I can remember.
“Ummm yeah?” I looked at him expectantly, I hadn’t seen my brother in two years, this was not the situation I would have liked for his homecoming. He turned back to Trent yanking him up.
“If you lay a hand on my sister again, so much as look at her, I’ll kill you. Got it *?”
“What’s your f*cking problem man, she’s my girlfriend.” Trent shot back, the idiot.
“I’d say by the way you were forcing herself on her she’s not you girlfriend anymore dickbrain, now get out of my sight before I f*cking loose it.” Ian yelled. Trent took a quick glance at me, blood still pouring out his nose.
I shrugged, “It’s not me its you.”
He gave my brother a weary look then bolted.
“Great date!” I proclaimed sarcastically, and drunkenly. I turned back to Ian and threw myself into his arms. “It’s soooo good to see you” I said sweetly. “ I missed you heaps!”
Ian squeezed me, then pulled back anger returning to his gaze. “Seriously Gwen, what would you have done if I wasn’t here? You’re wasted, that dress is too f*cking short and Mum and Dad are gone, if I hadn’t stepped in…”
“Don’t worry so much Ian, its all worked out now, and your home!” I sang at him, my happy drunk buzz still firmly in place.
“Yeah I am, but I have no idea who I’m looking at right now Gwen. Drinking, partying, wearing clothes like that.” He spat, gesturing at my dress. “Mum and Dad have been telling me your grades are suffering, and you’re skipping school? I don’t know what’s going on with you Gwen but you need to sort your shit before you ruin your f*cking life with actions you can’t take back.”
That was the only time I’d seen him really angry, and after seeing myself through his eyes I got my act together. Well not completely I still caused a bit of trouble, but I got my grades back on track and stopped my mother from going prematurely grey. The next time Ian saw me, I was doing pretty damn well for myself. I ended up getting a degree in Fashion Merchandising at university, my love of all things fashion being a part of me since I was old enough to dress myself. At 21 I graduated, moved to New York, got a job as a buyer for a department store and made myself a life. Ian stayed in the army, travelling around the world, coming to New York a couple of times to see me, then going back home to see Mum and Dad. That got me to thinking, I had only seen Ian a couple of months ago, he was meant to be on tour for another 12 months.
“Ian, how did you get here? Aren’t you meant to be in some undisclosed location, waterboarding terrorists and beating infidels into submission?”
Ian turned from the wall, breathing heavily, my question taking awhile to penetrate. He ran his hand through his lack of hair and sighed.
“Yeah, but I got and emergency call from Amy, she somehow got a hold of my number, that girl could run a country.” He joked tightly.
“Amy?” I asked.
Amy was my best friend and roommate. I met her on one of my first days in New York. I was out having a drink in some trendy bar alone, which was scary but I didn’t know anyone and was hoping to meet some awesome Sex And The City types and bond over Cosmos. I cringe thinking about my reasoning now that I was a savvy New Yorker, but back then I was a na?ve country girl from New Zealand. I had only just taken my first sip when some greasy looking guy had sidled up to me and seriously couldn’t take no for an answer. After I had tried to politely decline his advances for the third time I began to feel little scared, not knowing a soul in the bar. Enter Amy.
“Oh my god babe, sorry I’m so late.” She breezed in, squeezing between the sleaze ball and me. I gazed at the gorgeous stranger with wide eyes as she took a sip of my drink.
“Andrew wanted me to tell you he got held up at the prison. They were just about to let him out when some guy made a comment about the photo of you he had in his bunk.” She put the drink down and raised an eyebrow at me. “Beat the shit out of some guy. Don’t worry they’re still letting him out just a little later.” She delivered this without a glance to the man beside her who was very pale and looked at me with wide eyes before darting away.