Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(45)

I heard his belt buckle undo, then he was inside me, hard, rough, exquisite.

I screamed, sensitive from my orgasm, relishing the feeling of him filling me in this intense position. He pounded me hard, his mouth at my neck. I felt the pressure building again.

“Honey” I moaned.

He didn’t reply just plunged deeper, took me harder. I gripped the table as he slammed into me, biting at my neck. I lost control yet again, my muscles clenched around him. I felt an amazing mixture of pleasure and pain as he bit harder into my neck as he climaxed. We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, both recovering. Cade gave me light kiss on my shoulder then pulled out, I straightened and tugged up my jeans.

“I’m just going to go and clean up.” I told him quietly, my voice weak from the sex, and maybe Gingers words lingering in my brain.

Cade must have sensed something, because he clutched my chin.

“Everything okay Gwen?” His eyes searched mine.

I looked back at him and forced a smile. “Yeah fine.” I said brightly, turning towards the bathroom.

“No bitch is okay when she says ‘fine’.” I heard him mutter.

After cleaning up and fixing my hair and makeup, I came out to see Cade leaning against the door, a paper bag in his hands.

“Ready to go?” I asked, shutting off the computer.

“Got something for you today.” Cade handed me the paper bag.

I stared at his outstretched hand, taken back. We had only just got together and he was giving me presents? I was liking this man more and more. I quickly took the bag out of his hands. I reached in to reveal the most awesome leather jacket, I have ever seen. It was black and the softest leather you’ve ever felt, being a buyer I knew it was good quality. It was light but had a thick lining. It was cropped, biker style, with awesome gold zips.

I beamed at Cade. “This is kick ass!” I near yelled, and he smirked. I slid it on. Perfect fit.

“Thanks honey, I love it.” I told him, reaching up to kiss him.

He really smiled this time, and I savored it, smiles from Cade were rare.

“Glad to hear that, you need something to keep you warm on the bike, and you look f*ckin hot in it.” He replied. “Now lets go, I’m gonna show you how we party.”

My smile faltered a little bit, I tried to hide it. I was a little nervous about going to the clubhouse with all the big biker men there. I had encountered the guys a couple of times, they were always polite, albeit a bit gruff. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me, they were Cades brothers, and from what I could tell, decent men. Cade, like always, noticed. He pulled me to him, touching our foreheads.

“I’ll be with you the whole time babe, you won’t leave my side.”



We arrived at the clubhouse; it was out of town, in the industrial area. It was fully fenced, with some big gates, had a sign outside with ‘Lucas Lincoln Mechanics’, and had a flag with the patch on it. The gates opened as we rolled up, revealing the party to be in full swing, and it was only about 530pm.

There was a mechanic area and office up the front, but towards the back there was a big house with a huge deck opening onto a grassed barbeque area to the left. There were people, and bikes everywhere. People on the deck were sitting down sipping beers, more people were scattered around the lawn, on chairs and standing. Most of them were gruff looking bikers, some with arms around a woman, or multiple women. The women ranged from young to old, some dressed similar to me, others wearing outfits similar to Ginger.

I spotted Amy, in the parking lot having a very intense looking conversation with Brock. Amy’s head turning in our direction, she said something to Brock, then attempted to walk back to the party. He grabbed her arm and she sent him a death glare jerking her hand away and storming off.

“What was that?” I wondered aloud as Cade parked the bike. Cade and I had slept together every night, we had done this at his house. He also popped into the store with the boys, and there was definitely some weird looks passing between Brock and Amy, even though she swore they were nothing.

“None of our business babe.” He replied to my thought.

“Of course its my business she’s my best friend. There is something going on there no matter what she says.” I spoke more to myself than him.

I hopped off the bike and scowled at him for his reluctance to help me figure out the mystery, turning on my heel to walk towards the party. I felt his hands circle my body.

“Not so fast baby, can’t have my Old Lady walking in on her own looking like that.” He whispered in my ear.

I rolled my eyes and didn’t say a word as he slung his arm around my shoulder and walked us towards the party. There was a lot more bikers here than were at Rosie’s, some a bit older as well, probably early forties and fifties, they still looked pretty good, some pretty scary. I spotted Steg, sitting at the head of one of the tables with an attractive older lady in his lap. He was glaring at us, or more precisely me. I tried to ignore it, leaning into Cade.

“All these guys in your club?” I asked, nervous. He drew me closer to his body, as if sensing I needed it.

“Nar a lot of them are from some other charters, here to do some business.” I watched as he gave some guys chin lifts. I looked around interested, I had seen little of his life with the club. Cade would either come and get me from home late, or a couple of times he had picked me up from work and we would have dinner together. We hadn’t been able to spend a day together yet, as I was busy working non stop and he also had been working. I found out he was a mechanic, but I knew he had some other businesses on the side or something to do with the club.