Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(81)
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah sometimes I want to scream at the little shit though, he is too much like his father its scary.”
I laughed happy to see the obvious love in her eyes. I lightly pulled on her little girls curl.
“What’s your name then?”
“This is Lily.” Lizzie replied when the little girl burrowed her face in her shoulder. “She’s a bit shy.” She explained.
I chatted with Lizzie for a bit until she had to go and put Lily down for a nap. I was about to turn and sit back with Amy who had already downed two shots, when Evie approached hugged me. I gingerly hugged her back, surprised at the hard woman’s show of tenderness. She released stroked my face, reminding me of something my mother would do.
“You allgood honey?” She asked and I nodded. “Good, don’t worry the men will take care of those animals, finally. That’s the last time they go near our women.” He voice was filled with anger, but her eyes seemed to water. She must’ve been thinking about Laurie, this incident bringing horrible memories to the surface. I gave her hands a squeeze and she smiled at me.
“Enough talking, lets get down to business. I’ll get the Sweetbutts on cleaning this dump up and making food. I’ll find places for everyone to sleep, you want to be in charge of the most important thing?”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Booze.” She replied.
“Only if that includes me drinking some.”
The rest of the day passed in a blur of activity, and cocktails. I was surprised at the number of people, although Cade said there wasn’t many Old Ladies, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a heck of a lot of women involved with the club. There was also a good amount of children, most of whom belonged to club members, results of divorce or one night stands. Everyone was banding together, helping out with food and getting along really well. It was really interesting seeing the people behind the men, people connected to the club in some way or another, people who could potentially be in danger. They didn’t seem too worried about the possible threat; the atmosphere was light, with only a couple of worried faces. I asked Lizzie if this was a regular occurrence, lockdown and everyone being in danger. She assured me it wasn’t, telling me that danger from the club rarely touched its extended family. I wanted to believe her, but with what happened today I was finding it hard and I was feeling very conflicted. Tequila helped me with that, by the time my head hit the pillow I was feeling pleasantly buzzed. But no amount of alcohol could stop me worrying about Cade who I hadn’t heard from all day. I lay staring at the ceiling for I don’t know how long until I heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs and the door open quietly. I sat up and watched Cade as he closed the door behind him.
“What are you still doing awake baby? It’s late.” Cade’s voice was soft as he sat on the bed stroking my face.
“Couldn’t sleep.” I replied. “I was worried about my man.”
A tender expression crossed his face, one that he only ever gave me, his hard and gruff exterior reserved for the rest of the world.
“I’m right here baby, whole and unharmed.” He stood, beginning to take off his clothes, resting his cut on the back of a chair. I regarded it in the dim moonlight, feeling mixed emotions for the piece of leather.
“How long is this going to go on for?” I asked quietly, still staring at the chair.
I felt a pause in Cades movement for a second before he continued undressing.
He entered the bed, resting his body on top of mine.
“It will be over soon baby I promise.” His voice was intense, rough. “You don’t know how sorry I am that you got caught up in this shitstorm. Christ, you are so good, so strong. You don’t need any more of this ugliness tarnishing your life, and it f*ckin has.” He was angry at himself. “If I wasn’t such a selfish bastard I would let you go, let you run a mile away from this life.” He paused and my mind panicked at the thought of loosing him, but the rational part of me considered the possibility of running from the danger that the club and Cade represented. Cade watched me closely as if he was trying to read my mind. “But I can’t Gwen, I can’t let you go. The thought of not being with you, not being able to protect you, sleep beside you, sink into you at the end of the day, that thought scares me shitless. And the thought of another man ever touching you.” He literally shook from rage, “Drives me crazy.” He kissed me hard before pulling back. “I love you Gwen, f*ck I should’ve said it the moment you made my godamn life saying those words to me. I love you more than anything baby.”
Holy crap, well that’s what I call an I love you, my biker knows how to say it right.
“I love you too Cade.” I whispered before he devoured my mouth, yanking the blankets away, roughly hissing when he saw I was naked.
“You are f*cking stunning baby.” He kissed me again, roughly tweaking my nipple, I moaned into his mouth. I felt his callused hands venture down my torso until they reached my drenched core. He thrust a finger inside me and I saw stars, feeling my orgasm creeping already.
“Cade.” I murmured as he sucked my nipple. “I need you inside me.” I writhed as his finger moved faster.
“Not yet Gwen, I want to watch you come around my finger, want to feel your little * pulse on my hand.” He replied roughly, his words unraveling me. I cried out. I was in a fog when Cade entered me, pleasure shooting through my already sensitive flesh. His eyes never left mine while he made slow love to me, the emotion and love behind his eyes nearly tearing me apart. All of a sudden I was riding waves of pleasure, clenching around him again. I heard his grunt as I milked his release out of him.