Making the Cut (Sons of Templar MC 1)

“What do you mean?” I hissed at him, trying to push him, but it was like pushing a brick wall. I tried not to appreciate his abs. “What do you think you’re doing just dragging me away like some kind of barbarian? Were you dropped on your head as a child?” I asked sarcastically, weirdly not feeling any fear at being alone in a strange house with a seriously angry biker.

“Answer my question, baby. What are you doing at my sister’s house, dressed like a fucking wet dream?”

“Don’t be so crude, and I’m here because I was invited, not that it’s any of your business,” I snapped back.

“Coming into my sister’s home, my boys seeing you looking like that, wanting a piece of you. Half of them have already seen you in that sad fucking excuse for an outfit you were running in, and you think this is ‘none of my business’?” he asked dangerously, face so close to mine our lips were almost touching. A vein in his neck pulsed, his jaw was tight.

“Well, yes,” I said starting to get a bit confused. I mean, yeah, he said he wanted me in his bed but what does he care about me being at his sister’s party? We haven’t even had a proper conversation, let alone kissed! This is way too weird.

“Jesus!” he bellowed. I jumped at his tone.

He looked at me, his face softening a bit. “You don’t get it do you, baby?” he asked weirdly.

“No I don’t, and quite frankly, I don’t think there is anything to get, you don’t even know me…” I didn’t get to finish because his hand tagged the back of my head and before I knew it his mouth was crushing down on mine.

I was so surprised I didn’t even try to fight it. His tongue invaded my mouth, my body plastered to his. I kissed him back and moaned into his mouth. I had never had a kiss this good in my life; I could come from just his tongue in my mouth. I felt his hands running down my body leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The kiss deepened; he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist. I bit at his bottom lip. I had never felt this frantic, this turned on in my life. We were interrupted by a knock at the door, and the sound of the door handle rattling.

“Cade!” I heard Rosie’s slightly panicked voice. “What are you doing with Gwen?”

“What the fuck do you think he’s doing Rosie?” Lucky’s voice joined in. “A woman who looked like that, I know what I’d be doing.”

Cade’s arms tightened around me. “Fuck off!” he yelled savagely.

“Gwennie?” I heard Amy’s voice chime in. She sounded half worried half amused.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Cade muttered, sounding livid.

I giggled at the absurdity of the situation and maybe feeling a little drunk from the kiss. “I’m fine Ames,” I called back trying to sound normal. “Be out in a sec.”

I heard her laugh. “Okay babe, take your time.” Her heels clicked as she walked away.

I turned to Cade, feeling my brain regain control of my body instead of my vagina. “Put me down,” I ordered.

“No fuckin’ way,” he said firmly.

“Yes way,” I struggled. “Seriously, put me down.” I glared into his grey eyes, which were glittering.

“Baby, I’ve got you where I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, and after that kiss you think I’m going to let you go. Fuck no.” His gaze was pure masculine desire.

I got even more turned on, if that was even possible. I ignored this feeling and tried to be sensible. “Cade, in case you haven’t noticed there is a shit ton of people right outside.” As if on cue, we heard laughing and catcalls, obviously Lucky told the boys about what he heard. “If you think you’re getting anything from me in the middle of a stranger’s bedroom with all of that going on outside then you are bat shit crazy.”

Cade raised his eyebrows.

“And if you think this is going to happen again anywhere, anytime then you are mistaken, this was…” I tried to think of an appropriate description of what this was. Mind-blowing? Extremely hot? A mini orgasm? “A lapse in judgment,” I finished lamely.

Cade stared at me with that angry look back on his face, his hands roaming up my bare leg, tracing the edge of my panties. I let out a little moan. His eyes darkened.

“Baby, this will most definitely be happening again, and there will be a lot less clothes involved and I will finally get to fuckin’ taste you.”

I quivered, he stroked me over the top of my underwear, I felt an orgasm building.

“But you’re right, I ain’t fucking you in my sister’s house with all my boys outside picturing it, you got way too much class for that.” He continued to stroke, but faster and harder, his mouth kissing at my ear. “I am going to make you come, because I want to be out at that party and look at you and know I made you lose control and be able to picture what you look like with your pussy pulsing around my finger,” He said hoarsely, putting pressure on my magic spot.

That pushed me over the edge, I moaned even louder, he silenced me with his mouth. I shattered into a thousand pieces, my climax so intense I felt like I might melt into a puddle on the floor.

When I was finished, he put his forehead against mine for a beat then lowered me onto the floor. My legs felt like jelly, luckily his hold on my waist kept me upright. I glanced down to see him straining through his jeans. He followed my gaze grabbing my hand and rubbing it against him.

“Yeah baby, see what you do to me. My dick is as hard as a fuckin’ rock.” He tugged me back against his hard body, attacking my mouth with barely restrained ferocity. “Now I’m going to have to stick around for a bit cos Rosie will get pissed if I up and leave as soon as I arrive, that bitch has been planning this barbeque for weeks. But as soon as fuckin’ possible I’m leaving, and you’ll be on the back of my bike. Got it?” His eyes were locked with mine. His statement was not a question, more like a command.