Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

“Fuck babe, should be illegal for you to wear this kind of shit, I don’t like what the boys will be thinking about when they see this.” His hand traveled down the bare skin of my back.

“Cade, someone could walk in,” I protested weakly, already turned on.

He pulled me closer and his lips circled my neck, soon I wouldn’t care if the whole town came in and watched.

“Doors locked Gwen, need to fuck you before we leave.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

I felt a delicious dip in my stomach and got instantly wet.

“Here?” I whispered, looking over my shoulder. We were hidden from the window, only just. My eyes locked on Cade’s, which were molten.

“Here,” he declared gruffly.

He roughly kissed me before reaching his arms around my body and cupping my breasts, tugging on my nipples so I felt a mixture of pleasure and pain. I moaned.

“No bra baby? Not sure I like the fact your nipples could poke through this top for everyone to see,” he growled.

I couldn’t reply, I just reached for my jeans and unbuttoned them. One of Cade’s hands left my breast, slipping into my underwear.

“Fuckin sopping. My baby’s always ready for me.” He rubbed me, knowing how close I was already.

“Cade,” I pleaded.

“What Gwen?” he asked as he continued rubbing, my breath hitching.

“Need you inside me,” I managed to grind out.

“No, you’re going to come on my hand, then I’m going to fuck you, then you gonna come on my dick.”

His hand worked faster, I all but collapsed on the table, his callused hands bringing me to orgasm. Cade’s arm pushed me down, keeping my ass in the air while he rolled my jeans to my ankles. I heard his belt buckle undo, then he was inside me, hard, rough, exquisite. I screamed, sensitive from my orgasm, relishing the feeling of him filling me in this intense position. He pounded me hard, his mouth at my neck. I felt the pressure building again.

“Honey,” I moaned.

He didn’t reply, just plunged deeper, took me harder. I gripped the table as he slammed into me, biting at my neck. I lost control yet again, my muscles clenched around him. I felt an amazing mixture of pleasure and pain as he bit harder into my neck as he climaxed.

We stayed like that for a couple of seconds, both recovering. Cade gave me light kiss on my shoulder then pulled out, I straightened and tugged up my jeans.

“I’m just going to go and clean up,” I told him quietly, my voice weak from the sex, and maybe Ginger’s words lingering in my brain.

Cade must have sensed something because he clutched my chin.

“Everything okay, Gwen?” His eyes searched mine.

I looked back at him and forced a smile. “Yeah fine,” I said brightly, turning towards the bathroom.

“No bitch is okay when she says ‘fine’,” I heard him mutter.

After cleaning up and fixing my hair and make-up, I came out to see Cade leaning against the door, a paper bag in his hands.

“Ready to go?” I asked, shutting off the computer.

“Got something for you today.” Cade handed me the paper bag.

I stared at his outstretched hand, taken back. We had only just got together and he was giving me presents? I was liking this man more and more. I quickly took the bag out of his hands. I reached in to reveal the most awesome leather jacket I had ever seen. It was black and the softest leather I’d ever felt. Being a buyer I knew it was good quality. It was light but had a thick lining. It was cropped, biker style, with awesome gold zips.

I beamed at Cade. “This is kick ass!” I near yelled, and he smirked. I slid it on. Perfect fit. “Thanks honey, I love it,” I told him, reaching up to kiss him.

He really smiled this time, and I savored it, smiles from Cade were rare.

“Glad to hear that, you need something to keep you warm on the bike, and you look fuckin’ hot in it,” he replied. “Now let’s go, I’m gonna show you how we party.”

My smile faltered a bit, I tried to hide it. I was a little nervous about going to the clubhouse with all the big biker men there. I had encountered the guys a couple of times, they were always polite, albeit a bit gruff. I knew they wouldn’t hurt me, they were Cade’s brothers, and from what I could tell, decent men. Cade, like always, noticed. He pulled me to him, touching our foreheads.

“I’ll be with you the whole time babe, you won’t leave my side.”

We arrived at the clubhouse; it was out of town, in the industrial area. It was fully fenced, with some big gates, had a sign outside with ‘Lucas Lincoln Mechanics’ and had a flag with the patch on it. The gates opened as we rolled up, revealing the party to be in full swing, and it was only about 5:30pm.

There was a mechanic area and office up the front, but towards the back there was a big house with a huge deck opening onto a grassed barbeque area to the left. There were people and bikes everywhere. People on the deck were sitting down sipping beers, more people were scattered around the lawn, on chairs and standing. Most of them were gruff looking bikers, some with arms around a woman or multiple women. The women ranged from young to old, some dressed similar to me, others wearing outfits similar to Ginger.

I spotted Amy in the parking lot, having a very intense looking conversation with Brock. Amy’s head turned in our direction, she said something to Brock, then attempted to walk back to the party. He grabbed her arm and she sent him a death glare jerking her hand away and storming off.

“What was that?” I wondered aloud as Cade parked the bike.

Cade and I had slept together every night and we had done this at his house, which meant I hadn’t seen much of Amy. When he came into the store with the boys, there had been some weird looks passing between Brock and Amy, even though she swore they were nothing.