Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(82)
He lay on top of me for a while, breathing heavily. “I love you babe.” He told me quietly.
I looked back up at him and everything else faded away, the club, the danger, my love for this man played the trump card.
“I love you too.”
Cade kissed my head and moved so he was still half on top of me, but not squashing me.
“Sleep Gwen.” He ordered.
Who would have thought I would be able to sleep with my beast of a boyfriend not only still on top of me but inside me, but I did.
I woke slowly, with pleasure shooting up my spine with Cades mouth buried between my legs. I put my hand on his head, unable to speak, and orgasm rippled through my half asleep body. Cade crawled up as I recovered from the aftershocks. Without a word he grabbed my hips and placed me so I straddled him. I let out a rough gasp as he impaled me, pleasure making my mind fog.
I collapsed atop of Cade, both breathing hard after our climaxes.
“That’s a perfect way to start the morning.” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Hands at my hips gave me a squeeze. “If only I could stay buried inside of you all day” His voice vibrated in my ear.
“I don’t think I would survive that.” I giggled, before slowly lifting myself off him and heading to the bathroom. I peeked at my man over my shoulder, he looked sexy as sin lying naked on the bed, rippling muscles and covered in tats. I felt a flutter between my legs at the sight of him.
“I’m taking a shower.” I informed him. “Want to scrub my back?” I asked with a cheeky smile. His eyes darkened and he stalked from the bed, picking me up and taking us towards the shower.
I frowned into Cades small mirror. I didn’t have much time to pack anything half decent with Lucky standing at the door impatiently yesterday, but I think I looked okay. I was wearing high waisted white slacks, a white blouse and super high tan wedges. Maybe white wasn’t the best choice while staying at the club, but I wouldn’t be here much longer as I had to get to the store. It was only me and Lily today, but I was sure Amy would refuse to stay here without me so I guessed she would be coming too. I turned just as Cade emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist looking good enough to eat.
“As much as you look sexy with your stubble honey, I’m glad you shaved. I think my inner thighs have whisker rash.” I joked, looking down at my phone at a text from Amy.
Get me the f*ck out of here now bitch. I am about to murder some biker ass.
I laughed thinking of the tantrum she had last night when she found out Brock had demanded she sleep in his room, with the prospects enforcing it. After many curse words she had decided she would barricade herself in the room, locking Brock out. Guess he got in.
But what a fine ass it is.
I knew my text back would get a reaction.
Be ready to leave in 5.
I added, deciding we could get breakfast on the way.
“You are not going anywhere Gwen.” Cade growled from over my shoulder, obviously reading my txt. I jumped, not even hearing him approach. I regained my composure whirling on him.
“You have to stop reading my texts over my shoulder I hate it.” I scolded frowning at him, which was hard to do when he was only wearing a towel.
“Get used to it babe, got to keep an eye on you somehow. Especially when you have crazy ass ideas like leaving the club. Your store is closed until we sort this shit” He tone was serious.
Anger bubbled up inside me and I was barely able to stop myself from slapping him.
“Excuse me?” I asked quietly.
Cade crossed his arms, trying to intimidate me with his macho stance.
“Your store is closed until we get these pricks out of the picture. Its an easy target too vulnerable.”
My temper flared to epic proportions. “You think you have the right to dictate whether or not my business opens or not? Are you f*cking insane?” I shouted, going toe to toe with him, even if I only came up to his shoulders with heels on.
“You think for one second I am taking a risk with your safety Gwen? The store is closed, end of story.” His voice was raised, he was not used to people arguing with the great and powerful Cade obviously.
“Fuck that!” I screeched. “There is no way in hell you are telling me how to run my business. I have staff that expect to get paid, orders to fill, it’s my f*cking livelihood. Those thugs aren’t going to come back, they aren’t that stupid. I am not letting this shit run my life, not again.” I was breathing heavily, anger pulsing through me.
Cades eyes flared and he turned away from me, his arm sweeping across his dresser, sending everything on top crashing to the ground. I jumped at his sudden outburst but refused to back down.
“How the f*ck am I even going to think straight knowing you are vulnerable? Anything could happen to you and I won’t f*cking be there!” He whirled back around to face me, his voice raised to a yell, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
“Well you’re just going to have to find a way to deal with it. You are not stopping me from living my life! I refuse to let this shit stop me from doing anything, and I am not dealing with your macho man shit today!” I yelled back, breathing heavily, anger like a fire ripping through me.
Cade’s face turned into a mask of pure anger. He prowled up to me, pushing me against the wall. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as he wrapped his hand around my neck, applying enough pressure that I felt the strength he had, but not enough to hurt me.