Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(53)

Crap I couldn’t handle this, especially in my drunken state, I would probably forget why I was mad at him and try and lick his bicep. I was about to drop my loot and run from the store when one of the college boys stopped me in my tracks.

I swayed and the boy grasped my shoulders, steadying me.

“Whoa, do you need help honey?” He drawled, checking me out shamelessly.

I returned the favor, he wasn’t bad looking, if you liked that Abercrombie and Finch look. Shiny blonde hair, styled carefully, a pink Ralph Lauren polo shirt, which showed off his lean but muscly arms. His eyes were blue, contrasting with his suspiciously too tan skin. I felt like he spent longer on his hair than I did. Not my type at all.

“Um,” I tried to think of a polite way to turn him down.

“We’re off to a party if you want to come?” He interrupted me, “A sexy woman like you would be more than welcome. We could have some fun you and me.”

I screwed my nose up, not worrying about being polite anymore, this guy was obviously a douche. I opened my mouth to tell him to get lost, when a strong hand pulled on college boys shoulder, yanking him away from me. The motion made me drop all my food. I stared down at the floor, feeling upset at the prospect of picking it all up.

“Get your f*cking hands off her.” I heard Cade growl and my head snapped back up to see Cade holding the boy by the collar of his polo shirt, face like thunder.

College boy looked like he was about to pee his pants. A broken laugh erupted from me I couldn’t help it.

Cades gaze cut to me a second before turning back to the boy, who was currently struggling to get out of his grip, glancing at Bull and Brock who were at Cades back, arms crossed.

“Ssssorry mman.” He stuttered, “ I didn’t realize she was your girl, my mistake.”

Cade let him go and he literally ran out the door. I glared at Cade, not knowing where to start with this ridiculous performance. He dumped me, what does he care that some college kid was hitting on me? Hell I could f*ck a whole heap of frat boys if I wanted. Not that I ever would. But I had the right as a single, independent, sexually free woman. That would take far too long to explain to a Neanderthal like him and I wanted to get back to the party and forget this ever happened.

“Well thanks Cade, you made me drop all my precious snacks.” I whined, glancing out the doors to see a Range Rover speeding off, I raised my hand in that direction. “And ruined my chances with my Abercrombie.” I finished, he didn’t need to know I never would have gone near the future stockbroker. I watched as Bull and Brock tried to suppress grins and Lucy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. Cades thunderous glare intensified. I ignored this, bending down to begin picking up my food. I swayed a little and would’ve fallen on my butt if it wasn’t for Cade roughly pulling me up, frowning deeply, his eyes locked on my bikini clad boobs.

“You’re drunk.” He stated.

“Good spotting.” I responded. “You should be a detective.”

He ignored that remark, shrugging off his cut and before I can realize what he was doing he slid it through my arms.

“What are you doing?” I protested and tried to pull away, unsuccessfully.

“Brock.” He barked. “Pick up this shit pay for it and take it back to Gwen’s.”

Brock nodded, picking up my stuff in one scoop before heading to the counter, where Bull had all but dragged Lucy.

“I’m sorry all of that testosterone must have blocked your ears, what are you doing? I don’t think I am too eager to be patched in to your little club.” I tried to take off his cut, but Cades hands grasped mine.

“I’m covering you up, Jesus Gwen what the FUCK do you think you’re doing walking around in public wearing next to nothing? I can see your f*cking nipples through that scrap of fabric, don’t get me wrong I love seeing them hard and pert. But I sure as shit don’t want any other man having that view of your body.” He was talking low but it seemed like a yell.

I was speechless for a second, which Cade took advantage of by dragging me out of the store and towards an SUV. I regained some form of coherent thought as he actually lifted me into the truck. I tried to open the door to get the heck out of this situation but Cade had some kind of superspeed and was in the truck and had the door locked before I even touch the handle. Well either he had superspeed or alcohol had seriously slowed my reflexes. I think it was the superspeed. I glared at him and he ignored me, backing the truck out of the parking lot.

“Cade.” I said quietly.

“What baby?” He replied, seemingly concentrating on leaving the lot.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” I yelled, which made the * turn towards me.

“Jesus Gwen I value my eardrums.” He told me calmly.

“Why does everyone keep saying that to me? I do not appreciate getting dragged out of a liquor store by some * who just dumped me two days before, without a second thought. So excuse me for being a bit PISSED THE FUCK OFF.” I screamed at him.

He gazed at me a beat then turned his eyes back to the road.

“Didn’t dump you Gwen.” He spoke quietly.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh so do the words ‘no * is worth this’ actually mean lets get married and have children?” I asked smartly, and loudly.

“Fuck you’ve got a smart mouth babe.” Cade bit out. “Gonna f*ck that smart mouth tonight.”