Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(72)

“Fuck don’t say sorry. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.” Dwayne gave me a wink and I screwed my nose up at him.

“Enough.” Cade commanded and the men immediately looked more serious, although amusement still danced in their eyes.

“Back to the club, will meet you there in five.” He continued gruffly.

The men nodded and climbed on their bikes, Brock was the only one who didn’t, still standing stiffly glaring at the house.

“Brock.” Cade barked.

Brock moved his gaze slowly then nodded. “Fuck this shit.” He grumbled, climbing on his bike, roaring away with the others.

I peeked up at Cade gingerly, who released his hold on me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“What the f*ck was that Gwen?” He all but roared, shaking my shoulders roughly.

“Well I just found out Amy had been lying to me and I kind of overreacted.” I explained, kind of pissed at his reaction, he needed to calm down. Its not like I intended to give him and the guys front row tickets to ‘Gwen and Amy Smack down’.

“Not that, you on the phone before. You didn’t answer me and it sounded like you were in trouble, you know how f*cking worried I was? I call, you answer. I ask what’s going on you f*cking answer!”

He let go of my shoulders and started pacing, his hand running through his hair. He stopped, striding back to me.

“We are dealing with some dangerous shit right now baby, shit with the Spiders ain’t good. After trying to deal with that shit last night I hear your voice on that phone call, fear the worst.” He grasped my neck roughly, staring into my eyes.

“Don’t do it again. I don’t relish having that fear ever again.”

I nodded, and Cade roughly kissed me before slinging his arm around my neck and directing me to his bike.

“Let’s go to the club for a bit babe, boys are in the mood for a barbeque breakfast, and I’m in the mood to have your * for breakfast.” His nuzzled my neck and my stomach did a floor dip.

Cade swung on his bike and handed me his helmet.

“Maybe I should stay, sort this out with those two.” I said pointing back at the house.

Cade gave me a look. “Think you guys all need some time to stew this over, specially you. Don’t want you engaging in another fight that makes every male in a 5 mile radius go hard as stone.”

“Ewww you’re talking about my brother too.” I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

“Your brother is a hot blooded male, and his focus on Amy not you. I’m not talking about this, get on the bike babe.” Cade ordered.

I gestured down at myself. “I look like shit.”

I hadn’t changed after my run and I was wearing tight black leggings, a baggy white singlet which showed the sides of my hot pink crop top and some stomach also. My hair was falling around my face as I had lost my hair tie somehow in the struggle with Amy, and I was sure my face was all red.

Cades face turned stormy and he reached across yanked me until I was straddling his lap. How the bike didn’t topple over I don’t know.

“You are f*cking stunning, did you not see my boys having to adjust themselves looking at you? Much as I wish every man didn’t have that reaction looking at you it’s inevitable. You could be in a garbage bag you’d still look f*cking irresistible. Don’t say shit like that again.”

He squeezed my ass and I couldn’t help but grind against his jeans, the thin fabric of my leggings rubbing against him. I leaned in and kissed him biting him roughly on the lip.

“Jesus Gwen, you know how hard it is not to screw you right here, f*ck the neighbors.” His voice was rough with desire.

I smiled and hopped behind him, putting on my helmet and wrapping my arms around my man.




We arrived at the clubhouse to see the guys all outside, some drinking beers with women in their laps, others laying down on bench seats looking asleep.

As we got off Cades bike I turned to him. “Beers? Its nine in the morning?”

“Its been a rough night.” He replied.

I shrugged my shoulders, I guessed I couldn’t judge there had been a couple of times in uni I had woken up and started my day with a beer. Maybe more than a couple.

Cade drew me to his side as we approached the group, I spotted Steg staring at us thoughtfully, there was no hostility in his gaze this time. The woman standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, was glaring at me eyes narrowed.

“Who’s she?” I whispered to Cade trying not to look obvious about it.

“That’s Eva Steg’s Old Lady. They’ve been together for years, she helped raised Rosie. She’s the closest thing to a mother Rosie had.” He told me, giving the guys chin lifts.

I contemplated this a second, looking at the woman. She was older, but attractive. Her black hair was long down her back and side swept bangs did little to hide heavy makeup. She was curvy, wearing a tight lace blouse with a black bra showing, a silver hooped belt was slung around her waist over top of tight jeans. Multiple silver necklaces adorned her neck. It was the ultimate biker chick look. She was still glaring at me when we got to the courtyard, I held her gaze not wanting to look timid or weak.

Cade squeezed my shoulders. “Don’t worry about her babe, she’s just protective over the club. She gives you any shit though, you come to me.”