Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(46)

“Want a drink babe?” He asked, as we made our way through the throng of people.

“Yeah I’ll have a beer.” I replied, not paying attention, too busy checking out the people we passed, some of the women giving me curious looks, others flat out glaring. I noticed Cade has stopped walking and was gaping at me.

“Beer?” He questioned unbelievably.

“Well yeah.” I replied, in mock shock. “I have been drinking beer long before I discovered cosmos.” I winked.

He shook his head, grinning. I would have to show him later on, just how well I could drink beer. Better than some of the men here I reckon. I was a Southern girl after all. I spotted Amy and Rosie at the table up ahead and waved at them once they saw me.

“I’ll just go see the girls, you go do whatever, say hello to your boys and bring me back a beer.” I went onto my toes, intending on giving him a quick kiss. He gripped onto me tight and thrust his tongue into my mouth, full on making out with me. I heard cat calls and shouts, and felt a blush on my cheeks.

“Did we really need the PDA?” I murmured, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on us.

“Just reminding the boys of what’s mine.” He replied with a grin.

“Whatever.” I walked off towards the girls without another word. I know he assured me he wouldn’t leave my side, I knew he’d stick to his word but I didn’t want his brothers first impressions of me to be that I already had him whipped. As if you could have a man like Cade whipped anyway. I wouldn’t mind him whipping me though, we could totally make one of the rooms in his house into a red room of pain. What was I thinking about again?

I approached the girls and was delighted to see Lucy and Ashley at the table as well, sipping beers. I had also been spending a lot of time with Rosie’s friends since we had met them, they were always hanging out at the store when we weren’t working. We had everyone around for dinner last night. It was funny, these well groomed and stylish women were the last people I would have expected to be at a biker party, but these were their childhood friends I guessed.

“Girlllll!” Lucy shouted as I got to the table. “You are looking fine! Red is for sure your colour!” I was guessing they were going well on the beers.

“Thanks.” I replied sitting beside Amy, who gave me a smile, but it looked forced. I frowned at her in a ‘what’s wrong’ look but she just shook her head. Weird. I turned my attention to the girls.

“You ladies look smoking if I don’t say so myself.”

And they did. Lucy’s midnight hair was curled, loose around her face. Her lips were painted blood red and she was wearing faded jeans that fit her like a glove, and a black halter which neckline plunged to almost her bellybutton. Somehow she made it look sexy but not slutty.

Ashley was wearing a white sundress, skimming just down to her knees. It was clinched in at the waist, had a wide band before it spread out into a full skirt. A jaunty pink printed scarf was tied around her neck. She looked like she had walked right off the set of Mad Men.

Rosie’s style was ever changing, she almost dressed as a different character every day. Today it was biker babe. Wearing a ripped Harley tee, tucked into short denim cutoffs with a fringed leather vest over top, she looked edgy and cool. I loved her designer motorcycle boots. Balenciaga if I wasn’t mistaken.

Amy had gone all out. No wonder a lot of the men were currently giving her hungry looks, apart from Brock, who was sitting at the table across from ours, scowling. Her red hair was piled into a messy ponytail, she had on the shortest leather shorts, ever, paired with red bustier style top which tucked into her shorts. Her heels were red booties with leather laces.

“So Gwen…” Lucy started, mischief in her tone.

“So Lucy...?” I replied on a smirk.

“Things look like they’re going good with Cade, you two make one hot couple.” She exclaimed.

I sneaked a glance at Rosie, knowing she was happy for us, but still feeling weird.

“Gwennie, I could not be happier for you and my big bro, finally he has got an awesome chick instead of some skank!”

My stomach dipped a bit at her words thinking about my conversation with Ginger.

“Speaking of skanks.” Ashley muttered and I followed her gaze.

My stomach well and truly dropped seeing Ginger, talking to Cade within a group of men, stroking his arm.

“Bitch!” I heard snarl Amy from beside me and she stood up. I grabbed her hand and she glared down at me.

“What?” She shot. “Aren’t you going to do something? She is practically humping Cade.” She pointed and I watched as Ginger sidled up to Cade. He scowled at her and shrugged her off, but she stayed close.

“What do you suggest I do Amy? Walk over there and rip her tacky earrings out?” I asked sarcastically.

“That would be my suggestion.” Rosie put in, giving Ginger a death stare.

“Mine too.” Ashley chirped.

Amy raised an eyebrow at me smugly. “See?”

I towed her back down beside me, taking a swig of her beer.

“That’s what she’s trying to get me to do.” I moved my eyes around at the girls, “She’s a shit stirring bitch and she is just trying to start a fight. I’m not going to even bother to acknowledge her existence.” I stated, deciding not to tell them about my encounter at the store, knowing there would be no stopping Amy from going into bitch smack down. She may be an Upper East Side princess, but she wouldn’t hesitate to give a skank a bashing, especially for me. She really warmed to Cade, seemingly impressed at how he treated me and how happy I had been lately.