Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(41)

I smirked and he just stared at me. He then picked me up, walking us to the kitchen before unceremoniously plopping me down on his kitchen counter.

“Cade!” I jumped off the counter as he pulled out bacon and eggs out of the refrigerator.

“What woman?”

“I don’t have any clothes on.” I said stating the obvious.

“Not planning on walking out the door anytime soon babe.” Cade set a fry pan on the stove before walking back up to me and setting me back off the counter. He stayed there, standing between my legs, hands either side of my body.

“Besides, I like the view. And I like knowing, if I feel like it, I can f*ck you, no barriers to worry about.” He gave me a quick bite on the breast to make his point, then cupped me between my legs. My eyes rolled back into my head for a bit, that area highly sensitive.

“Yeah but I am sitting naked on your kitchen counter, its not very hygienic.” I breathed out.

Cade smirked. “I don’t give a f*ck babe, in fact I may never wash that counter again. Now stay.” He ordered before turning back to the stove.

My temper made its appearance.

“Did you just order me like a dog?” I whispered menacingly.

Cade eyed me. “Nope. Dogs listen a f*ck of lot more than you.”

I huffed, wide eyed and decided to ignore him. I gave myself a proper look at his kitchen, it was quite big, for a bachelor pad. All the appliances were stainless steel, not brand new, but nothing to sneeze at either. His countertops were white, his cupboards brown. It ran into a sort of dining area at the back of the house, where a cluttered wooden dining table sat, and beyond that a set of French doors looked like they led out to a patio area. Without being able to stop myself, my gaze went back to Cade, putting bread in the toaster. Unlike me, he wasn’t naked. He had put on his jeans, commando, top button undone. He had his back to me, and I got the chance to marvel at the huge tattoo covering his whole back. It was similar to his patch, the grim reaper riding a bike under a road of skulls, with script reading ‘Sons of Templar’ at the bottom. The background was flames and they were so vivid they looked almost real. Even though I wasn’t a big fan of skulls and crossbones, I had to say it was awesome. I realized we had been sitting in silence for quite a while, not uncomfortable, I guessed with the amount of words we had shared throughout the day, silence might be good.

“How old are you?” I asked, curious. He was definitely older than my 25 years but I couldn’t quite figure out how much.

He glanced at me from the stove. “I’m thirty two.”

My eyes popped out. “Seriously? Wow you are an old man.”

He turned off the heat. “You didn’t seem to mind an old man f*cking you ten minutes ago.”

“No, well as long as you don’t put your hip out.” I continued teasing.

“Don’t you want to know how old I am?” I asked after he didn’t reply.

Cade glanced at me. “Already know how old you are Gwen.”

That was a surprise. “What did you do a background check on me or something?” I joked, my brows narrowed when he just looked back at me.

“Did you seriously do a background check on me?” I asked in a sharp tone.

“Babe, as soon as I saw you outside your house knew I had to have you. Just had one of the boys look you up so I knew what I was working with. I hardly call looking up your Facebook page a background check.” He replied amusement dancing in his eyes.

I opened my mouth then closed it again, unable to think of a response to this. Cade turned back to our food.

A phone ringing made my jump and Cade heard it too.

“That’s yours babe. Ignore it. I only just got you without interruptions I don’t need drama from your crazy best friend.” He turned back, expecting me to obey.

But I didn’t, of course. After scowling at his back for the comment about Amy, I leapt off the counter and ran in the direction of the ringing. I wouldn’t normally, but that was Ian’s tone! I hadn’t heard from him in months, due to him being in f*ck knows where doing f*ck knows what. I worried about him all the time and wasn’t going to miss a chance to talk to him. I skidded into the foyer where I found my bag and searched through it as my phone kept ringing.

“I’m coming I’m coming” I chanted hoping it wouldn’t ring off. I grabbed it then put it to my ear. “Hello!” I shouted breathless.

“Ace!” I heard Ian yell. It was slightly fuzzy but man it was good to hear his voice.

“Ian! Thank god I was getting worried! Hold on one second.” I quickly put the phone down and grabbed Cades tee which was thankfully at the front door. I felt weird talking to my brother while I was standing here naked.

“I’m back. Ian I have missed you so much. Where are you? When are you coming home? Are you okay?” I shot at him, thinking I might have inherited my mother’s trait when it came to phone conversations.

Ian read my mind. “Jesus Ace, you’re as bad as Mum.” I heard the laugh in my brother’s voice and smiled.

“Can’t tell you the answer to the first two, but yes I am fine.” He reassured me sounding healthy enough.

I breathed into the phone, letting out the worry I didn’t even know I was carrying. “I’m so glad to hear that Ian, it’s so hard not hearing from you for months at a time, I get so worried!” My voice raised a bit at the end. “I think you should retire, get an office job, something where you don’t have the possibility of getting riddled with bullets.” I ordered voice shaking, I guess I was a bit raw from the days events.