Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC #1)(97)
“My baby is greedy for my cock.” He murmured, mouth inches away from mine. I nodded, wrapping my legs around him and Cade then proceeded to f*ck the rest of my brains out.
A few days later I was pouring Amy and I a glass of wine, when I heard a knock at the door.
“Gwen! Can you get that? I just painted my nails and I can’t move from this spot for three more hours until my polish is sufficiently dried.” I heard Amy call from the direction of the pool.
I rolled my eyes, walking towards the door wine in hand, hoping the visitor would be Cade. I hadn’t seen or heard from him since yesterday afternoon when he disappeared on club business. I hated myself for admitting it, I missed him already. I promised myself I would not turn into a crazed pathetic woman over him. Opening the door I screamed.
Ryan stood in front of my grinning. “Gwen I’m excited to see you too, but lets not deafen me and my beloved shall we?” He remarked dryly.
I ignored him and squealed again, jumping into his arms.
“Gwen, please tell me you are getting kidnapped or the new Birkin has just been hand delivered to you, they are the only reasons I would not be totally pissed about my ruined manicure.” Amy walked into the foyer frowning at her hands. Her expression brightened when she saw Ryan. “Oh my god! Ry!!” She shrieked, nails forgotten. I looked over his shoulder to see Alex grinning walking up the pathway, arms laden with bags. I grinned back and ran towards him, throwing myself at him. He dropped the bags to pick me up, hugging me tight.
“Alex, sweetie, I know we’re very excited to see Gwen but could we not drop Louis Vuitton on the dirty ground?” Ryan called out from the door, only half joking.
We both ignored him, Alex pulled back to stare at my face, hands at my neck.
“You look great G, happy.” He told me quietly, eyes full of pride.
I felt my own well up with tears. “I am A, I’m doing so good, and I didn’t think I could get much happier, but you guys just proved me wrong.” I beamed at him wrapping my arms around his muscled body once again.
“What the f*ck?” A very pissed off male voice asked from behind me.
I released Alex to see Cade, Brock and Bull staring at Alex and I with varying degrees of anger. Bull’s face was blank as usual, but his eye seemed to be twitching, Brocks face was hard, but his gaze was on Amy, who had walked down to join us, holding hands with Ryan. Who, had obviously forgotten about his Vuitton because he was gawking at the three bikers before him. I didn’t blame him, three fine male specimens encased in leather just meters away? It was a lot to take in.
“Jesus Christ Abrams, get back inside the f*cking house and put on some f*cking clothes.” Brock barked, ignoring Alex and Ryan, striding towards Amy.
She put a hand on her bare hip, eyes narrowing at the approaching biker.
“Seriously? Do not order me around like some caveman *, it’s a bikini, and I’m pretty sure a little thing called Feminism happened about fifty years ago, giving women the right to wear whatever they want and not have to listen to arrogant pricks.” She finished by yelling in his face when he got to her. I bit back a laugh at how familiar this conversation was, to the ones I regularly had with Cade.
He ignored her, wrapping his hand around her wrist and dragging her back into the house, while she fought him and cursed him. Ryan watched with a raised eyebrow, a grin threatening the corner of his mouth, obviously amused. Alex hadn’t been. I had to hold him back when Brock grabbed Amy, whispering in his ear to reassure him he didn’t have to take on three big men to protect us. Which he would, in a heartbeat.
“I’m so going to like it here.” Ryan declared, joining Alex and I, oblivious to the hostility radiating off my boyfriend.
“Ryan, Alex, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Cade and his friend Bull.” I said carefully. “And Cade and Bull these are my best friends Ryan and Alex.” I was trying to think of a subtle way to inform Cade they were my very gay best friends as I knew he was getting jealous, but Ryan took care of that. He pushed forward, shaking both of their hands, looking like drool might drop out of the corner of his mouth.
“Seriously, Gwen told me about you guys but I totally thought she was exaggerating, if I wasn’t like madly in love with this one.” He pointed with his thumb to Alex .“I would move here like tomorrow.” Ryan grinned at them. “Now lets this party started! I brought Dom, which I hope hasn’t been broken by the careless throwing around of my luggage.” He gave a pointed glance at Alex, turning on his heel to grab his bags.
Cade stayed put, face unreadable, I suddenly panicked at what his reaction would be to my two very gay best friends. He came from a small town, and was in a motorcycle club and was a serious macho man to boot. I couldn’t imagine him being ready to wave the rainbow flag. Shit. Surprisingly he stepped forward, pulling me to his side and firmly shaking Alex’s hand. “Nice to meet you bro, any friend of Gwen’s is a friend of ours.” He said sincerely. I let out a breath of relief when Bull followed suit.
“Good to met you too, Gwen has told me a lot about you, I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.” Alex replied carefully, sounding a lot like a protective older brother, and eying Cades cut skeptically.
“Hello? Very expensive champagne that needs to be drunk here?” Ryan called out from the porch, shaking the bottle, stopping me from passing out from testosterone overdose.