Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

I blinked, anger starting to bubble up inside me at being ordered around, but I wasn’t able to fully get riled up after that mind blowing orgasm. Cade was still looking at me expectantly, like he was waiting for some sort of verbal response. I currently wasn’t able to make my brain form coherent words.

“Oh, and baby? We’re going to talk about why the fuck you damn near fainted at the sight of me and my boys earlier. I’ve seen raw fear before, and it was all over your face.”

OK, now I was angry. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I spat at him. “You think you can just waltz into my life, expecting me to open my legs at your say so and share personal details on your command, when we have not so much as ate a meal together, never mind you asking me on a real date?” My voice rose to an almost full blown yell. “If you think I will ever willingly be in the same room as someone as arrogant and bossy as you, then your are insane.” I yanked myself out of his arms, righting my dress and stomping towards the door.

“Baby…” I heard from behind me

I whirled around and give my best death stare. “I am not your baby, nor will I ever be,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. I slammed the door behind me.

I strutted right back into the party, with my head held high, ignoring the few yells and whistles. I spotted Amy grabbing something to eat so I headed her way.

“Well, you look….ruffled,” Amy giggled when I reached her.

I glared at her. “Don’t even start. I will not talk about what happened and we are no longer speaking of Cade,” I ordered, snatching a carrot stick off her plate.

Amy gave me a salute. “Aye aye captain.” I guessed she was enjoying the drinks.

I rolled my eyes and followed her as we headed to a table where Lucy, Ashley and some of the other women whose names I had forgotten were sitting.

I sat myself down with a sigh, Ashley looked my way with a sly smile. “Everything okay, Gwen?” she asked.

“Yes, fine thanks,” I smiled at her genuinely, even if it was a bit strained.

“You and Cade…sort things out?” Lucy chimed in, curiously.

“We just had to get a few things straight,” I said tightly, but smiled again, not wanting these women to think I was a bitch. “Now I hope you ladies will all be at the store early on Wednesday for some pre drinks and first pick on some of the merchandise?” I tried to change the subject, luckily women and clothing were a match made in heaven.

After whatever that was with Cade, I began to relax and chat happily with my new friends, drinking soda (keeping my wits about me), enjoying good food and actually getting along with some of the bikers who would stop by our table every now and then. I even managed to completely ignore Cade, whose gaze I could feel burning a hole through me throughout the afternoon. As night started to fall, everything started to get a bit rowdier. Amy, who was not on non-alcoholic drinks, was getting very flirty with said bikers, and they were lapping it up. When I saw her trying to get some very scary looking tattooed man to dance with her, I couldn’t help but snicker.

I spotted some of the same skanky girls giving me and Amy very dirty looks. I leaned over to Ashley. “So who are the girls over there currently giving new meaning to the phrase ‘If looks could kill’?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to offend her in case they were friends or relatives, in small towns like this you couldn’t be too careful.

Ashley made a face. “Oh those are the token club skanks,” she said scowling. “The boys kind of share them. Rosie didn’t want them here, but since they’re ‘with’ — I use that term very loosely — Asher and Jodie, she had no choice.”

“Oh…” I said, a bit lost for words, looking at the bottle blond who was looking at me like she wanted to scratch my eyes out.

Ashley noticed. “Oh, don’t mind Ginger.” She waved her hand. “She’s Cade’s go to, well, used to be,” she added quickly.

The women had not missed the stares Cade had been directing at me all night. I swallowed and surveyed the girl more closely. It was hard to see with the night growing darker and faint lanterns bathing the yard in a soft glow. She had short, layered hair, eyes rimmed with black eyeliner, big silver hoops in her ears, a short jean skirt and a tight muscle top on. The ‘biker whore’ look was finished with motorcycle boots. This opinion did not come from the fact I may have been a bit jealous. Which was ridiculous.

I caught Cade’s stare and rolled my eyes, glaring at him. The bastard just smirked at me! Right, time to go. I scanned around for Amy who was currently dancing with Rosie.

“Well, I guess I better go, got a big day tomorrow, it was so nice to meet you and I will see you at the opening, right?” I said to Ashley while I stood.

She jumped up and gave me a big old hug; I returned it, surprised at the display.

She held me at arms length. “It was so awesome to meet you Gwen, you and Amy are the fucking shit!”

I laughed.

“And there is no way I’m missing your opening,” she continued.

“Glad to hear,” I replied. “And remember to come early.” I winked at her over my shoulder as I walked away.

I approached Rosie and Amy. “Right, lady.” I smacked Amy’s behind, which resulted in a few whistles. “I’m going to head home, you want to come or stay a bit longer?”

Rosie jumped in my face. “Don’t leave Gwen! We’re doing tequila shots!” she exclaimed, sounding a little hammered.

“As much as I love tequila shots, and trust me I do, I have to take rain check this time, got to get the store ready for Wednesday,” I explained sadly. “But next time?”