Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(44)

I formed a hopefully genuine smile and directed it at Ginger.

“Hi there how are you?” I chirped, trying to sound friendly. And not to throw one of my display candles at her poorly dyed head.

Ginger stopped just short of the counter, cocking her hip out and putting her hand on it. Uh oh, total bitch stance. I eyed the candle.

“Well, I’m not that f*cking great. Cause some snooty, upper class bitch thinks she can just roll into my town and take my man.” She spat, narrowing her heavily made up eyes at me.

I kept a somewhat lessoned smile on my face, turning to Lily, who was looking a little pale in the face of a possible smack down.

“Lily honey, why don’t you go home? We are almost done for the day.” I suggested gently.

She looked relieved to be let out of the confrontation, but snuck a glance at Ginger.

“Um, are you sure you going to be okay on your own?” She asked hesitantly.

“I’ll be fine girl, see you tomorrow!” I tried to sound bright, but I was really pissed. The only reason this bee-atch should be in my store is for the makeover she surely needed.

Lily gave me a worried glance and directed a scowl in Gingers direction before she hurried to the back.

I turned back to Ginger, who was currently tapping her tacky heel at me.

“You need to leave.” I ordered firmly, crossing my arms.

“Fuck that bitch, I come to tell you to stay away from my man, and stay the f*ck away from the club.” She snarled, leaning forward.

I couldn’t help it, I let out a little laugh. This did not help Gingers temper.

“Are you serious?” I wheezed, “You are actually coming into my place of business, swearing at me, insulting me, when you haven’t even actually met me, to tell you to stay away from your man? Like we are in some bad romance movie?” I rolled my eyes, taking a step towards her. She stood strong, looking like she’s actually wanting a bitch fight. Who am I kidding? They were probably her cardio, the reason why she stayed so skinny was thanks to slut showdowns.

“Unless I was mistaken, it was Cade in my bed last night, and not in yours. And I have never, not once heard him mention your name. So if you’d excuse me, I have a business to run.” I looked her up and down, “Unless you need help with something?” My tone and my gaze implied she definitely needed help, in more ways than one.

She went a little pale during my speech, but now was sporting a smug grin.

“He might want a little taste of some high class *, but he’ll come back to me. He always does, and if I’m not mistaken, he was in my bed last Saturday night and it me who sucked his cock so good he swore he never had better.”

She scowled as my stomach dropped, but I didn’t let the look on my face falter.

“I see you were not taught basic manners, nor were you taught that that kind of crude language is tacky on a woman. Now I will repeat my earlier statement, please get the heck out of my store.” I narrowed my eyes at her, daring her to challenge me.

Queen Bitch Slut gave me one last scowl before she turned on her tacky heel. Once she was out of sight, I supported myself on the counter and took a deep breath. Cade had said he was on a ride last weekend, and I didn’t think he’d lie. I trusted Ginger as far as I could throw her. She was lying to get at me. All I needed to do was ask Cade, which I would do. I took one more breath, used my yoga breathing, calmed down a bit and started tidying the shop. I got busy with odd jobs until closing time came around and I heard the bell announce Cades arrival. I was bent down at the sweater table, refolding some stuff.

“Hi honey, won’t be a sec.” I called over my shoulder.

I felt two hands at my hips, Cades hard length pressed into my behind.

“Fuck babe, should be illegal for you to wear this kind of shit, I don’t like what the boys will be thinking about when they see this.” His hand travelled down the bare skin of my back.

“Cade, someone could walk in.” I protested weakly, already turned on.

He pulled me closer and his lips circled my neck, soon I wouldn’t care if the whole town came in and watched.

“Doors locked Gwen, need to f*ck you before we leave.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

I felt a delicious dip in my stomach and got instantly wet.

“Here?” I whispered, looking over my shoulder. We were hidden from the window, only just. My eyes locked on Cades, which were molten.

“Here.” He declared gruffly.

He roughly kissed me before reaching his arms around my body, and cupping my breasts, tugging on my nipples so I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. I moaned.

“No bra baby? Not sure I like the fact your nipples could poke through this top for everyone to see.” He growled.

I couldn’t reply, I just reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them.

One of Cades hands left my breast, slipping into my underwear.

“Fuckin sopping. My baby’s always ready for me.”

He rubbed me, knowing how close I was already.

“Cade.” I pleaded.

“What Gwen?” He asked as he continued rubbing, my breath hitching.

“Need you inside me.” I managed to grind out.

“No, you’re going to come on my hand, then I’m going to f*ck you, then you gonna come on my dick.” His hand worked faster, I all but collapsed on the table, his callused hands bringing my to orgasm. Cades arm pushed me down, keeping my ass in the air while he rolled my jeans to my ankles.