Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(46)

I nodded, and Cade roughly kissed me before slinging his arm around my neck and directing me to his bike.

"Let's go to the club for a bit babe, boys are in the mood for a  barbeque breakfast, and I'm in the mood to have your pussy for  breakfast." His nuzzled my neck and my stomach did a floor dip.

Cade swung on his bike and handed me his helmet.

"Maybe I should stay, sort this out with those two." I said pointing back at the house.

Cade gave me a look. "I think you guys all need some time to stew this  over, specially you. I don't want you engaging in another fight that  makes every male in a 5 mile radius go hard as stone."

"Ewww you're talking about my brother too." I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

"Your brother is a hot blooded male, and his focus on Amy not you. I'm  not talking about this, get on the bike babe." Cade ordered.

I gestured down at myself. "I look like shit."

I hadn't changed after my run and I was wearing tight black leggings, a  baggy white singlet which showed the sides of my hot pink crop top and  some stomach. My hair was falling around my face as I had lost my hair  tie somehow in the struggle with Amy, and I was sure my face was all  red.

Cade's face turned stormy and he reached across yanked me until I was  straddling his lap. How the bike didn't topple over I don't know.

"You are fucking stunning, did you not see my boys having to adjust  themselves looking at you? Much as I wish every man didn't have that  reaction looking at you it's inevitable. You could be in a garbage bag  you'd still look fucking irresistible. Don't say shit like that again."

He squeezed my ass and I couldn't help but grind against his jeans, the  thin fabric of my leggings rubbing against him. I leaned in and kissed  him biting him roughly on the lip.

"Jesus Gwen, you know how hard it is not to screw you right here, fuck the neighbors." His voice was rough with desire.

I smiled and hopped behind him, putting on my helmet and wrapping my arms around my man.





We arrived at the clubhouse to see the guys all outside, some drinking  beers with women in their laps, others laying down on bench seats  looking asleep.

As we got off Cade's bike I turned to him. "Beers? It's nine in the morning?"

"It's been a rough night." He replied.

I shrugged my shoulders, I guessed I couldn't judge there had been a  couple of times in uni I had woken up and started my day with a beer.  Maybe more than a couple.

Cade drew me to his side as we approached the group, I spotted Steg  staring at us thoughtfully, there was no hostility in his gaze this  time. The woman standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, was  glaring at me eyes narrowed.

"Who's she?" I whispered to Cade trying not to look obvious about it.

"That's Eva Steg's Old Lady. They've been together for years, she helped  raised Rosie. She's the closest thing to a mother Rosie had." He told  me, giving the guys chin lifts.                       
       
           



       

I contemplated this a second, looking at the woman. She was older, but  attractive. Her black hair was long down her back and side swept bangs  did little to hide heavy makeup. She was curvy, wearing a tight lace  blouse with a black bra showing, a silver hooped belt was slung around  her waist over top of tight jeans. Multiple silver necklaces adorned her  neck. It was the ultimate biker chick look. She was still glaring at me  when we got to the courtyard, I held her gaze not wanting to look timid  or weak.

Cade squeezed my shoulders. "Don't worry about her babe, she's just  protective over the club. She gives you any shit though, you come to  me."

I didn't reply, as the men all shouted a chorus of hellos, grunts and chin lifts.

"Well hello there Tyson, seems I missed quite a show, let me know when  your next rearing for a fight would pay to see that." Buck, one of the  older members who I had become friendly with yelled at me.

I gave him a wink back. "You will be first to know Buck."

I laughed good naturedly as some of the men give me a few more jibes.

Cade sat us down at a table where Lucky was ploughing through his breakfast. I poked him in his muscled arm.

"I wonder who had the big mouth and told the guys about my little  incident that happened like ten minutes ago, asshole." I declared  playfully.

Lucky grinned at me mouth full, gross what was it with men?

Cade pulled me closer to his side. "If I hear anyone talking about my  woman in any way that is more than PG I will rip their balls off." He  said forcefully to the group, glare in his voice. I let out a slight  giggle as he kissed my nose.

"Hungry baby?"

"No but I would murder for a coffee." I replied with seriousness, thinking back to the precious java I dropped earlier.

Lucky who has finished his mouthful shouted. "Ooh she's threatening  murder now, someone get her a coffee, quick." He smirked at Cade who  leaned over and punched him in the shoulder.

"Not another word." He told him evenly.

Lucky saluted him with a smile, rubbing his arm getting back to his breakfast.

"Coffee." Cade smiled at me.

One of the Sweetbutts (Lucky explained to me that the hangers on, girls  who fucked different members of the club were called this) stopped and  placed her hand lightly on my shoulder before quickly pulling it away,  glancing at Cade.

"I'll get your coffee Gwen, how do you take it?" She asked, taking me by surprise.

"Um no its okay I can..." I started to reply, but Cade interrupted me.

"Black two sugars, I'll have one too." He told her, barely looking up.

She nodded at him and turned to get our coffees.

I spun to Cade. "I have legs Cade, I am quite capable of getting my own coffee." I informed him snippily.

"That ain't the point babe, it's a respect thing. You are my Old Lady,  they need to know their place, which is below you. Libby was doing what  she should, showing you respect." I eyed at him disbelievingly but his  face was serious.

"That's ridiculous." I stated.

Cade's gaze turned hard. "That's how the club works babe, get used to it." His tone communicated that the subject was closed.

I pursed my lips itching to argue, clearly I had a lot to learn. Libby  came back with our coffees, placing them in front of us, obviously  knowing how Cade took his.

I smiled at her. "Thank you Libby." I said sincerely, if I had to let them run around after me, at least I could be nice.

"That's okay Gwen." She smiled nervously and walked away.

I leaned into Cade who was in the process of piling his plate.

"So do many of the men have Old Ladies?" I asked genuinely interested.

"Nope." Cade replied. "Me, Steg and Ranger." He nodded towards an  attractive man in his mid forties who I hadn't met yet. He was sitting  at another table one arm around a very pretty woman, probably early  thirties with long blonde hair. Their position similar to the way Cade  and I were sitting. The blonde caught me looking and grinned, I gave her  a friendly smile back.

"I'll introduce you later, Ranger and Lizzie have been off on some  school trip with their kids or some shit, that's why you haven't seen  them round." He explained through mouthfuls. Well at least my man didn't  talk with his mouth open.

"How come there are so few?" I questioned, looking around at the men, at  least 15 of them were milling around, three was not a very high number  of men with women.

Cade regarded at me intensely. "Takes a special kind of woman to be able  to handle this life. Also takes a special kind of woman to make us want  to settle down. Got more than enough bitches willing to offer up their  pussy, not any of them Old Lady material." A crude explanation but still  kind of sweet. I leaned in and kissed Cade on the cheek. An intense  gaze passed between us, and I wondered if he was thinking about what I  said last night. He couldn't verbalize an ‘I love you' but at least I  knew he cared about me a lot. I tried to convince myself that was  enough.                       
       
           



       

"I'm going to use the ladies room." I informed him, standing.

"I'll take you."

"It's okay honey I think I can manage on my own." I gave him a look  before turning to walk into the clubhouse. After using the facilities  (they even had a specific ladies room) I checked my reflection to make  sure I didn't look like a total disaster. Surprisingly I didn't. I just  looked … happy, even though I wasn't covered in makeup or clad in my  designer clothes, I felt confident. I guess Cade did that to me. I  turned to walk out, coming face to face with Evie.

"Shit!" I jumped, hand on my chest. She directed a scathing look at me.