Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(43)
“Shit.” I mumbled under my breath. I played that wrong. I sat forward and started eating my bacon and egg sandwich, partly cause I sensed Cade needed some time alone, partly cause I was starving; I would think about the calories later, or never. I more than worked them off with Cade earlier.
I polished off the last bite of my delicious sandwich, slid off my stool and washed my plate. I decided to clean the kitchen, partly because it needs it, partly because I was putting off talking to Cade. I finished, then made my way out to the backyard. When I stepped outside, I couldn’t help but gasp, the view was amazing. The ocean yawned in front of us, a small pathway lead to the sand. There was tile beneath my feet, a huge barbeque to the left of me, big old picnic table and fire pit in front of me. Some really awesome outdoor chairs were to my left, where Cade was sitting with his feet up. He didn’t glance my way. I gingerly walked over to his chair, standing for a second, then hopped on top of him, straddling him. I was very aware I wasn’t wearing any underwear and my bare female parts were rubbing against his delicious, denim clad male parts, I tried not to let it distract me as I met his eyes.
“Bout f*ckin time baby.” He grunted, pulling me down to him, claiming my mouth in a rough kiss. I was slightly surprised but not complaining.
“Sorry I um, didn’t really handle things the best before.” I began.
“No you f*ckin didn’t.” Cade stated.
“Let me finish.” I snapped.
Cade smirked, only he could get me pissed off mid apology.
“I was just excited to hear from my brother, and he’s pretty protective of me, was even before everything with Jimmy. We are close, thick as thieves since we were kids. Since he’s older than me, he’s always tried to look out for me. Somehow blames himself for my attack.” I shook my head. “Ridiculous, but I know it affected him, deep, seeing me in that hospital bed. And I just know what his reaction is going to be to you when he meets you, and it just sucks cause I want the men in my life to get along.” I pouted.
“Men in your life?” Cade repeated, voice sounding funny.
“Well yeah.” I said, trailing off.
He smiled, like flat out beamed and it was beautiful, but I didn’t get to enjoy it before claimed my mouth for a passionate kiss. He pulled back, resting his head on mine.
“Get why your brothers going to react babe. Seeing you, lying broken in the hospital, at the hands of some sick f*cker. That will mark a man. Mark his soul.” His voice was hard, but I saw strong emotion in my mans eyes.
“So I’ll cut him some slack, first time he meets me.” He conceded.
“Thanks.” I muttered, sarcastically.
Cade pulled me back into the recliner chair, and we watched the sun set. Who would of thought, watching the sun set with my rough biker.
Chapter 8
Word travelled fast in small towns, everyone seemed to know about Cade and I now we were official. I had constant visitors to the store asking me subtly about my new relationship and they all seemed happy for me. Amy was the happiest she had literally clapped her hands the first time she saw Cade and I together, needless to say my man had gotten the all important best friends approval.
It was Friday, and I was happy, deliriously happy. The past three days with Cade were amazing, a lot of sex, mind blowing sex. The store was great, I had just hired a young girl, Lily to come in part time, while she studied. She was about 20, and stunning. Her blonde hair was parted straight down the middle, going to about her mid back. She had blue grey eyes, a slender figure and great style. I hired her on the spot. She was shy, but lovely.
It was just her and me as we were closing in an hour and Rosie and Amy wanted to get ready for the party at the clubhouse. Apparently there was always some kind of party on a Friday. I let them go early, because Cade was picking me up and taking me straight there. I was nervous, but had dressed accordingly as I wouldn’t have time to change.
I was wearing tight, I mean made for me tight black skinny jeans, with red sky high spiked heeled sandals. I was also wearing a silk, red camisole, it wasn’t tight, but came into a v between my breasts, had super thin straps, that crossed over at my back where the top dipped, way low. My hair was up, curled with a few strands hanging down. I had just finished redoing my makeup, I decided to go for smoky, kohl rimmed eyes and minimal other makeup, because every classy girl knew, you either did up your eyes or your lips, never both. I kept my jewelry minimal, with some diamond studs and some silver bracelets. I was hoping my outfit was appropriate, I hadn’t been to a biker party before, Jimmy never let me, so I didn’t know what to expect.
I came out of the back room, with my freshly done makeup on.
“Whoa, Gwen you look hot!” Lily exclaimed.
“Thanks girl, but do I look ‘biker babe’ enough?” I asked, contemplating my reflection in the mirror across from the counter.
She looked me up and down. “You are your own version of a biker babe and you work it.” She decided.
I smiled at her as the door over the bell chimed. Ginger from Rosie’s barbeque strutted in looking like Queen Slut. Nasty, but I was discovering I had a jealous side, and she did indeed look quite the slut. She had an inch of black roots contrasting her bottle blonde hair, that girl needed a hairdresser stat. She was wearing heavy eyeliner, and lipstick, proving my makeup theory. Only trashy girls wore heavy makeup on eyes and mouth. She had on a tight leather vest, with nothing underneath, her more than ample cleavage threatening to bust out. Her was midriff showing and on her bottom half she was wearing low slung frayed denim skirt that barely covered her behind. On her feet were strappy black stilettos covered in little rhinestones. I repeat, rhinestones.