Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

I giggled, agreeing with her. I noticed the men from next door glancing over at us. They were pretty attractive, and in their Armani suits, completely opposite to the biker who was dangerous to my emotional health.

“Here we are ladies, compliments of the gentlemen at the next table over.” A waitress set two delicious looking cocktails in front of us with a knowing smile.

Amy raised an eyebrow at me, bringing her glass up to mine. “I’ll drink to that.”

I clinked mine to hers with a smirk.

“No way! You like the All Blacks?” I directed a cocky smirk at my best friend who was getting very close with Travis, a handsome advertising executive.

“I was going to wear an All Blacks top out tonight but my friend here assured me it would not be very attractive.” I pointed with my cocktail glass, lucky not to spill any. Laura Maye was right, these were potent.

Jeff, the guy to my right, slung his arm over the back of my seat. “Trust me sweetheart, you in an All Blacks top would be smoking.” He flirted, eying me up and down. “Not that I don’t appreciate the dress.”

I smiled at him and sipped my drink, feeling delightfully buzzed and enjoying some harmless flirting with a hot guy. That’s as far as this was going. Just flirting. As much as I was enjoying myself, I couldn’t picture myself actually doing something with this guy. I kept picturing a brooding dark haired man in leather. Fuck it. Maybe I just needed more cocktails. I drained my drink.

“Can I get you another drink Gwen?” Jeff asked, leaning in so I could feel his breath at my ear.

“Yes, please,” I replied softly back, giving him my best sexy gaze, which may have been hampered by previous cocktails.

“You won’t be buying her anymore drinks,” an angry voice declared from above me.

I turned my head in surprise to see not only Cade glaring at Jeff like he was going to strangle him with his tie, but also Brock, who was glowering at Amy. This could not mean good things.

“I wasn’t aware Gwen had a boyfriend,” Jeff said smoothly, not indicating he was the least bit intimidated by a huge pissed off biker and his equally huge pissed off friend.

“I don’t,” I said at the same time Cade growled, “She sure as fuck does.”

“For fuck’s sake. Gwen, come with me,” Cade commanded through clenched teeth.

I grabbed my purse, deciding that talking to him would be the best way to avoid these two nice men getting beaten up in Laura’s lovely bar.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” I told Jeff, who looked uncertain to let me go.

“No, she won’t,” Cade barked, grabbing my arm as I stood up.

Brock and Amy seemed to be having the same kind of problem as us, but Amy looked like she would cling to the seat if Brock attempted to move her. I let out a little giggle as Cade pulled me away, disappointed I wouldn’t get to watch that drama unfold.

“What the fuck Gwen?” Cade snapped in my face as soon he pulled me into a bathroom and locked the door.

I struggled not to sway at all of the sudden motions. Why did bathrooms have the magical power of making you realize how drunk you actually were?

Cade’s eyes ran up and down my body and the intensity of his gaze made me instantly wet. He obviously didn’t want me to answer his question because he had me up against the wall before I knew what hit me.

His mouth was on mine, his hand fisting my hair, the kiss was wild, frantic. His hands were everywhere, his grasp on my hair was rough and his kiss was merciless. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around his hips as he lifted me, hands on my ass. I moaned when he pulled up my dress, grinding his erection into the thin lace of my underwear. My hands reached between us, fumbling at his belt.

Cade pulled his mouth from mine, breathing heavily, eyes blazing. “Gwen, you’re mine,” he told me savagely, pushing my underwear aside, thrusting inside me.

I almost screamed, but he silenced me with a kiss, wildly pounding me against the wall. He was rough, urgent as he plunged into me and I loved it. I bit his lip, yanked at his hair and he growled, fucking me harder. I felt an orgasm rip through me like wildfire, milking a release out of Cade.

We stayed connected, both panting, damp from our exertion. Cade slowly lowered me down, gently pulling out of me. I felt stickiness against my thighs, realizing we didn’t use a condom. Cade reached over for some toilet paper, gently cleaning himself from me.

“Fuck I am so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to get so carried away.” His hand smoothed my hair and he looked almost worried. It was quite a novel expression on his gruff stubbled face.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” I replied breezily, the alcohol giving me no reason to worry.

Cade’s gaze locked with mine. “That’s good to hear baby, and I’m clean too, I promise you. I’ve never fucked anyone bare, no matter what.” He shook his head. “But with you, it was fucking amazing.”

“Yeah it was,” I agreed smiling at him, enjoying my little holiday from common sense that these lovely cocktails were treating me to.

“Can I take you home now baby? I think we need to get you into bed.” His eyes were hooded.

I smirked. “Yes I think we do.”

I woke up feeling warm, too warm and like my throat was made of sand paper. I reached blindly for precious liquid, hoping drunk me had been looking out for hungover me. I felt the body behind me reach away and come back handing me a bottle.

“Had a feeling you would need this,” a half asleep voice grumbled.

I didn’t reply, opening the cap and downing the entire bottle, silently thanking the lord for this small favor.

“Better,” I murmured to no one in particular before snuggling back into a hard chest. I felt the chest vibrate underneath me, and a hand reached to stroke my hair.