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Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(18)

By:Anne Malcom


"I slept in that's what! I was meant to be at the store like an hour  ago!" I kept scrambling but Cades arms were solid. I blew the hair out  of my face and glared at him.

"Cade let me up." I ordered sternly.

"Calm down babe, its not the end of the world, so you're a bit late. You  own the place no big." He said nonchalantly, hands trying to distract  me by squeezing my ass.

"You may not think it's a big deal, but it's my first proper day of  being open, being late is not responsible. Crap where's my phone? I bet  Amy has been calling me." I pulled at his arms.

"Seriously Cade let me up now!!! I have to go." I started to panic, I  hated not being organized, it had been a kind of obsession since my  attack. I liked to be in control, set my plans out.

Cade frowned slightly then released me.

I huffed. "About time." I started to get off the bed, but arms yanked me back, I squealed but Cade silenced me with a kiss.

"Needed your mouth before you left this bed baby."

"Well if you remember correctly, you had my mouth, not five minutes  ago." I replied smartly, scouring the floor for my underwear.

"I remember, babe be sure about that." He grumbled.

I flicked my head back to him, seeing him lying on the bed, hands behind his head looking pretty relaxed.

"Can you give me a ride back to my house?" I asked, "Or give me a number  for a taxi?" I added, not wanting to expect him to run around after me,  this was just sex after all.

"I'll take you babe." He clipped, watching me.

"Thanks." I replied, still looking for my clothes, then remembering they  would most likely be in the hall, after last night. I blushed slightly  thinking about that and was very aware of Cades eyes on my naked body. I  didn't like that. The morning light was streaming through the windows,  making it all too easy to see my scars, I didn't want him to notice them  and ask questions so I quickly swiped a t-shirt off the floor and threw  it on.

I turned back to Cade. "I'm borrowing this."

His eyes grew dark and he looked at me with fierce intensity. "Yeah babe." He replied. Weird.

I turned. "I'm going to get my dress … man I have to do the walk of  shame!" I whined while walking out the door, hearing Cade's manly  chuckle behind me.

I stepped into the hall towards what I thought was the direction of the  front door, I was a bit busy last night to remember the layout. I peered  at pictures scattered on the walls, some of Cade and the men I saw at  Rosie's, all grinning at the camera, outside a garage. Another was of  Cade and Rosie, with an older, hard looking woman with dark hair and  blonde streaks. She was a biker babe, and was beautiful, but looked like  she had seen a lot in her life with some familiar grey eyes . I turned  my gaze away, focusing on the mission at hand, which was not taking a  trip down Cade's memory lane. This was just a one night stand after all.

"Aha!" I whispered, finding my dress and the tattered remains of my underwear.

I quickly whipped off Cades tee, savoring the musky scent and trying to  think of a way I could sneak it out without him noticing. Alas, my Prada  was not big enough to hide it. I pulled my dress on and shoved my  ruined panties in my purse, which was lying beside the pile of clothes. I  quickly checked my phone. Six missed calls, three from Amy, three from  random numbers, a couple of voicemails and a text.

Hey girl, I'm guessing you are in the midst of a sexfest (woo fucking  hoo!) so don't worry I have opened the store, and Rosie is with me. No  rush we have things sorted. Glad those cobwebs have been cleared. Kisses  xxx

I laughed out loud at Amy, silently thanking the gods that my friend was  not as slutty as I was. At least not last night. I was going to rush  though, my store was my dream, I wasn't letting a man distract me from  putting 100% into it.

I still had my phone open on Amy's text when Cade voice whispered in my ear. "See baby, no rush."                       
       
           



       

I jumped, hating people sneaking up on me. I whirled my head around,  directing my second glare of the day at Cade. It didn't help I had not  consumed one once of caffeine, luckily my orgasm would be enough to  sustain me.

"Don't do that, you scared the bejezus out of me." I said tightly. "And don't read my texts over my shoulder, that's rude."

He ignored me, wrapping his arms around me, running then up my body,  caressing my breasts. I couldn't help but moan, just a little.

"I think we better keep working on getting those cobwebs out babe, don't think I was thorough enough." Cade told me gruffly.

I so didn't find that funny. I pulled away from him (with extreme  effort) and crossed my arms. "I need you to take me home now, please."

Cade frowned. "That keen to get away are we?"

"No, I just have work to do, a job? Do you know what that is?" I said  with a slight bite, wondering if he even had a job, one that didn't  include committing felonies.

Cade's frown deepened. "Yeah babe I do." He clipped. "Get your shit and we'll go."

Uh oh, maybe I was being a bitch, I thought about apologizing but was just too stubborn for that.

"I'm ready." I said, trying to avoid his angry stare.

He picked up his jeans and pulled them on commando before slipping on  the tee I was just wearing. It took all of my willpower not to jump him.

"Right lets go." He all but pushed me toward the front door. I quickly  took in what I could see of the rest of his house. We were walking  towards the foyer, with a coat rack pilled full of jackets, and a couple  of pairs of boots below it. As we approached the door I glanced to my  left to see an open plan living room/ kitchen area jutting off the  foyer. It was sparse with a couch that had seen better days sitting in  the middle, an old afghan was thrown haphazardly over the back. A  cluttered coffee table sat in front of it, littered with beer bottles  and what looked like motorcycle parts. A huge TV took up a lot of space  in the room, it looked top of the range. Boys and their toys I mentally  shook my head. To the right of the living room was a big kitchen with a  breakfast bar sitting in front and stools in front of that. I craned my  head to get a better look, and hadn't realized I had all but stopped  walking, that was until I felt Cades heavy glare.

"Babe." He clipped staring at me, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

"What?" I asked slightly irritated with him for interrupting my noseying.

"You want to get to your store or you want to get the floor plan of my house?"

I screwed my face up at him. Attractive I know.

"My store thank you." I muttered, and continued to walk towards the  door, where he stood. Someone pounded on that door, loudly. I jumped,  the obviously strong fist banging on the door brought back some nasty  memories. Cade glanced at me, looking puzzled before he opened the door.  The man on the other side of it did nothing to help my already fragile  nerves. He was big, not as tall or as built as Cade but still imposing,  built like a pit bull and looking about as nice, this guy was scary.  Bald head, maybe in his early fifties, he had a black goatee covering  his chin. A tattoo crawled up his neck, words I couldn't make out. He  was wearing jeans with a black thermal and a cut over top. My eyes  zeroed in on the ‘President' patch on his cut. I looked back to his face  and into his eyes, which were currently focused on me. One look at this  guy I knew. I didn't know with Jimmy, well not until it was too late  because he hid it under his good looks, his charm and his intoxicating  presence. But after being around the people Jimmy associated with and  after my attack I knew. I knew bad when I saw it, it's not something in a  persons eyes, it's a lack of something, humility compassion, I don't  know for sure, I don't know how to describe it. But when you've looked  evil straight in the face, you don't forget what it looks like, and I  knew I was looking at a version of what nearly got me dead over a year  ago.

He was now glaring at me, pointedly looking me up and down, in a way  that made me need a shower. I glared right back even though I was scared  shitless on the inside. The ‘Prez' gave me one last leer then dismissed  me, focusing on Cade.

"We got a problem at the garage. Your skills are needed. Now." He ordered, without a good morning, hello, nothing.

Cade's frown, already deep and seeing the wordless exchange between me and his ‘President' turned into a glower.

"I'll drop Gwen off and be there in twenty." His declared with an edge to his voice.
                       
       
           



       
"No, you come now. Get one of the prospects to come up and take your  bitch home." The ‘President' gave me a sneer, looking at Cade as if he  expected him to jump to attention.