Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

I plonked myself on the counter where I saw two plates of food. I sat in front of the smaller one, obviously meant for me. I reached down for my toast when Cade’s arm snatched my wrist and he turned the stool around to get in my space.

“Real happy for you babe, don’t get me wrong, glad you get to see your brother, since you obviously love him and have been worried. But you haven’t answered my question.” His face was close to mine.

“What question?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Why did you lie to him? He obviously heard my voice, why didn’t you tell him you had a man?” Cade sounded seriously ticked.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to approach this. Cade reached in and grabbed my lip.

“Don’t try and distract me baby.”

“I wasn’t!” I protested, but he kept glaring at me. I rolled my eyes feeling mildly irritated at this intense man. “Well we are new and I don’t really know what we are. Plus I didn’t really want to tell my big brother, who saw me lying in a hospital bed half dead at the hands of my biker ex, that I was currently involved with another biker,” I explained, trying to be gentle. The look on Cade’s face said I hadn’t been.

“I ain’t him babe, nothing like him. I would never fucking hurt you! I would take a bullet rather than hurt you,” he growled. “As to what we are, you fucking know, you fucking know you’re mine, my Old Lady.”

I sat back feeling winded. I didn’t know he thought of me as his Old Lady, that was serious. He didn’t feel the love at this moment though.

“And I’m getting fuckin’ sick of you pigeonholing me into your biker stereotype,” he finished, snatching his plate then storming through the kitchen and out the French doors.

“Shit,” I mumbled under my breath. I played that wrong.

I sat forward and started eating my bacon and egg sandwich. I sensed Cade needed some time alone, and I was starving; I would think about the calories later, or never. I had more than worked them off with Cade earlier.

I polished off the last bite of my delicious sandwich, slid off my stool and washed my plate. I decided to clean the kitchen, partly because it needed it, partly because I was putting off talking to Cade. I finished, then made my way out to the backyard. When I stepped outside, I couldn’t help but gasp, the view was amazing.

The ocean yawned in front of us, a small pathway led to the sand. There was tile beneath my feet, a huge barbeque to the left of me, a big old picnic table and fire pit in front of me. Some really awesome outdoor chairs were to my left, where Cade was sitting with his feet up. He didn’t glance my way. I gingerly walked over to his chair, standing for a second, then hopped on top of him, straddling him. I was very aware I wasn’t wearing any underwear and my bare female parts were rubbing against his delicious, denim clad male parts, I tried not to let it distract me as I met his eyes.

“Bout fuckin’ time baby,” he grunted, pulling me down to him, claiming my mouth in a rough kiss. I was slightly surprised but not complaining.

“Sorry, I um, didn’t really handle things the best before,” I began.

“No you fuckin’ didn’t,” Cade stated.

“Let me finish,” I snapped.

Cade smirked, only he could get me pissed off mid apology.

“I was just excited to hear from my brother, and he’s pretty protective of me, was even before everything with Jimmy. We are close, thick as thieves since we were kids. Since he’s older than me, he’s always tried to look out for me. Somehow he blames himself for my attack.” I shook my head. “Ridiculous, but I know it affected him, deep, seeing me in that hospital bed. And I just know what his reaction is going to be to you when he meets you, and it just sucks cos I want the men in my life to get along,” I pouted.

“Men in your life?” Cade repeated, voice sounding funny.

“Well yeah,” I said, trailing off.

He smiled, like flat out beamed, and it was beautiful, but I didn’t get to enjoy it before he claimed my mouth for a passionate kiss. He pulled back, resting his head on mine.

“Get why your brother’s going to react babe. Seeing you, lying broken in the hospital at the hands of some sick fucker. That will mark a man. Mark his soul.” His voice was hard, but I saw strong emotion in my man’s eyes.

“So I’ll cut him some slack, first time he meets me,” he conceded.

“Thanks,” I muttered, sarcastically.

Cade pulled me back into the recliner chair, and we watched the sun set. Who would’ve thought, watching the romantic sunset with my rough biker.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Word traveled fast in small towns, everyone seemed to know about Cade and me now we were official. I had constant visitors to the store asking me subtly about my new relationship, and they all seemed happy for me. Amy was the happiest, she had literally clapped her hands the first time she saw Cade and I together, needless to say my man had gotten the all important best friend’s approval.

It was Friday and I was happy, deliriously happy. The past three days with Cade were amazing, a lot of sex, mind blowing sex. The store was great, I had just hired a young girl, Lily, to come in part time, while she studied. She was twenty and stunning. Her blonde hair was parted straight down the middle, going to about her mid back. She had blue-grey eyes, a slender figure and great style. I hired her on the spot. She was shy, but lovely.

It was just her and me as we were closing in an hour and Rosie and Amy wanted to get ready for the party at the clubhouse. Apparently there was always some kind of party on a Friday. I let them go early because Cade was picking me up and taking me straight there. I was nervous, but had dressed accordingly as I wouldn’t have time to change.