Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(54)
I felt my anger rise to another level, was he serious?
“Are you high? You will be doing nothing of the sort. I don’t know how you usually treat the women you f*ck, but you can not just hurt me and expect me to come running whenever you need your dick sucked. Find another f*cktoy.”
Cade glanced at me, a mixture of tenderness and arousal on his face. I tried my hardest not to get turned on, but my body betrayed me yet again as wetness crept between my legs. Fuck you ovaries.
“I’m sorry I hurt you baby.” Cade apologized, sounding sincere, and regretful?
He stopped the truck, and I only now took notice of where we were. I had been focused on not scratching Cade’s eyes out to and tequila made it hard to concentrate on too many things at once. The view took my breath away. We were up at some kind of lookout, the ocean was below us and the twinkling lights from the town to the left. If I hadn’t been so pissed I would have thought this was a lovely romantic spot. But alas, I was raging.
“What are we doing here?” I ground out, crossing my arms.
“Needed to get a couple of things straight with you before we went back to yours.” Cade replied, watching me intently. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, the kind of uncomfortable that made me squirm, in a good way.
“I don’t like that you said we. There is no ‘we’ Cade. You will be taking me back to my house this instant, I have a party to get back to.”
Cade raised his eyebrows, “No invite for me then?” He asked playfully.
“No. I make it a point not to invite ex boyfriends to my home, especially when the one in question had dumped me the day before.” I scowled at him. “Besides, it’s girls only, no cocks aloud. Literally and figuratively, so your out on both counts.”
He suppressed a grin, the bastard. I turned away from him to stare at the ocean.
Silence dawned on the cab, before he broke it.
“Gwen I’ve said I’m sorry and I’m sick of this shit.”
I started to reply, but Cade unbuckled my seatbelt and hauled me across to straddle his lap, I didn’t even bother to struggle this time. I just gave him my best Medusa stare. It didn’t seem to have its desired effect because he stroked my hair tenderly and his other hand rested lightly on my ribs, brushing my breasts.
“I was pissed off that night Gwen. Pissed off that f*cking Steg had me on business that meant I would be away from you, knowing that you would be uncomfortable around all the boys. And knowing what you looked like, even after I claimed you, those boys are only human and you are f*cking beautiful.”
He paused, running his thumb along my lip. It took all of my willpower not to open my mouth to him
“I got pissed when I saw you and Bull talking together, even though I trust that brother with my life. I got even more f*cking pissed learning my best friend was planning to put a bullet in his brain and I hadn’t even noticed.” I watched the emotion dance in his eyes but said nothing. “And I was f*cking pissed when after dealing with that I had to go and find you after specifically told you to stay put.”
I opened my mouth to protest that little statement, but he kept talking.
“Not used to a women defying me Gwen. Don’t like it. But at the same time it makes my dick hard as f*ck.” His gaze turned hooded, eyes darkening with desire. I felt the evidence of this pressing into my shorts, and struggled to suppress a moan.
“And I was f*cking scared shitless walking into your house and hearing that scream baby. That scream, it was god damn terrifying. Knowing what haunts you, knowing I can’t do anything to help it, pissed me off the most.” His face was haunted, and his eyes searched mine. “And that whore playing with your mind, trying to f*ck things with us. Icing on the f*cking cake. Got no excuse Gwen, couldn’t deal, so I left. I hurt you in the process and I didn’t mean to. All this has been stewing in my mind, I’ve been trying to find a way to apologize. But shit baby, we are not broken up.”
I didn’t know what to say to all of that. I was still a tiny bit pissed, but man, he didn’t say a lot most of the time, but when he decided to talk, he made it count. His finger, still at my mouth, trailed down my chin and unbuttoned his cut to open my almost bare breasts against him.
He hissed and I felt him grow even harder beneath me. I couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
“Haven’t f*cked you in two days, feels like forever since I’ve slid into the tight *.”
His rough hands caressed my breasts and I threw my head back, pleasure already overwhelming me. I ground my hips against his, hearing his guttural groan. Cades hand pulled my head to look at him.
“Need your eyes babe.”
I locked eyes with him and yanked me into a mind shattering kiss. I lost all coherent thought apart from the feel of his body, his tongue, his scent.
I reached around to untie my bikini, taking it off but leaving his cut. My body was lifted and Cade took a nipple in his mouth.
“Honey.” I breathed, as he tweaked my other nipple roughly. I almost screamed.
“Need you.” I whispered brokenly, trying to undo my shorts. It was kind of awkward in this cramped space. Dammit why did I have to wear shorts? I didn’t want my body leaving his to take them off. Cade solved this dilemma by reaching down to my shorts and ripping them off. I repeat ripping them off. Now ripping some flimsy lace is one thing, but denim shorts? Whoa.