Making the Cut (Son's of Templar MC)(7)

"I'm fine okay Ames? I'm not going to have a fucking mental breakdown  because some guys said three words to us, have some faith." I snapped.

"Okay girl." She unlocked the door and paused. "They were pretty fine."                       
       
           



       

Now I was the one to give her a look.

"You know for bad ass lowlifes." She carried on. "I would totally do Dwayne Johnson."

My head snapped up. "Oh my god he seriously could be ‘The Rock.'"

We both burst out laughing, the tension from the exchange with the bikers disappearing.



I tossed and turned in bed sleep eluding me. The meeting with the three  sexy bikers, and one in particular had brought up issues that were  already simmering just below the surface. I grumbled, picking up my  phone, 2.05am, great. Knowing I would never get to sleep I threw back my  covers and wrapped my kick ass silk kimono around my nightie clad body.

I crept downstairs as not to wake Amy, although I didn't know why I  bothered that girl slept like the dead. I should know after trying to  wake her up early every year for New York Fashion Week. I grabbed a soft  afghan off the couch and poured myself a glass of wine, or happiness as  I liked to think of it. I stepped out onto our porch, lighting the  small lanterns that sat either side of the comfy porch chair. I sighed  and snugged myself onto the chair, nestling my glass of wine at my  chest, taking small sips while getting lost in a daydream. A daydream  about a certain sexy biker. I imagined what my reaction would have been  if I had not been royally fucked up by the prick whom I do not speak of.  I definitely would not have dismissed him as coldly as I did at the  restaurant, I would have certainly taken him up on his offer to help me  with my bags when we first met. I more than likely would have had him in  my bed once he stepped foot inside. I'm not some kind of harlot; the  attraction between us was insane, way beyond normal, the kind of lust at  first sight that I read about in my romance novels. I wondered what he  would be like in bed, would he take me rough and hard? Or slow, savoring  every minute? I pictured him running his hands down my body, covering  me with his huge muscles, dominating me. I slipped my hand between my  legs feeling wetness.

"A little late to be sitting out here on your own isn't it?" A deep voice shocked me out of my sensual dream.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I yanked my hand out of my underwear, sitting up and sending my wine glass flying.

"No sweetheart, don't think anyone has mistaken me for that do gooder  before." Cade moved onto my porch, hands in his pockets looking too good  at this hour. What was I thinking? He was probably up to all sorts of  dodgy shit, like casing the neighborhood.

"What the FUCK are you doing on my porch at 2 in the morning?" I  whispered angrily, hoping the commotion had not woken Amy. Unless Cade  was here to murder me, or kidnap me and sell me into white slavery then I  hoped Amy was awake and in the process of calling the authorities.

"I think the more appropriate question is, what is a woman doing out on  an unprotected porch in the middle of the night, not even aware enough  to know when someone is within ten feet of her?" Cade shot back angrily.

I flinched back in surprise, was that concern in his tone?

"What do you care?" I replied, recovering quickly. "Isn't this like a  prime opportunity for someone like you, poor defenseless women, out  alone in the dark?" I spat at him.

"No baby, I like my women willing and aware." He said, slowly advancing on me.

I stepped my bare foot back trying distance my ovaries from his body,  not noticing the glass surrounding me, a sharp pain erupted in my left  foot.

"Shit!" I cursed. I lifted my foot to see blood spurting out of it.

"Don't move baby, you'll make it worse." Cade strode forward, glass  crunching under his boots, before I realized what he was doing I am in  his arms.

"What do you think you are doing?" I screeched while squirming and  slapping at him. "Put me down this instant" I commanded, trying to sound  firm.

"Quit moving." Cade opened the door, somehow directing us into the kitchen.

"Where's you first aid kit?" He asked.

I ignored him. "Get out of my house and put me down, or I am calling the  police." I threatened, trying to deny that the proximity of his body  was turning me on. I should be committed, this stranger turns up on my  porch in the middle of the night and somehow I managed to get horny.

"Now how are you going to call the police when I have you in my arms,  seems to me that's a very empty threat." Cade gave me a squeeze, his  face far too close to mine.

For a second I forgot everything but the attraction between us. I knew  he felt it too because the humor on his face was gone and with a primal  stare. He leaned in, nose brushing mine, preparing to kiss me.

"Fuck." He whispered, face inches away from mine, I felt his warm breath  on my nose. He pulled back and I let out a little moan. I clamped my  hand over my mouth and began to regain coherent thought.                       
       
           



       

"Babe. First aid kit. Tell me where it is." Cade ordered, voice hoarse.

"Cabinet above the sink." I replied automatically, my brain still foggy from the almost kiss.

"Right." He set me down on our kitchen island. Cade then lifted my feet  up so I was fully up on the counter, brushing my bare leg. I gazed into  his grey eyes and then back to his hand, which was resting on my upper  thigh. I then glimpsed down at my foot, which was leaking a fair bit of  blood. Cade followed my eyes, his face turned hard, focus moving to the  first aid kit.

I regarded at him from behind, his faded jeans fitting him like a glove,  I checked out his ass, it was pure male perfection. Then I got a look  at his cut. It's like someone splashed ice water on me. What the fuck is  going on? How have I let him in my house? A stranger and a biker! A  biker who I was far too attracted to and was loosing all sensible  thought around. I swung my legs down, jumping off the counter, preparing  to grab the phone, or maybe a weapon of some sort. I was not prepared  for the blinding pain in my heel, the pressure I was putting on it  pushing the glass further in.

"Ouch" I hissed.

"Whoah there sweetheart." I felt Cades hands at my waist, lifting me  back up into my previous position. I ignored the tingle where his hands  met my skin.

"Probably not the best idea, trying to walk with glass embedded in your foot." He pointed out.

"Well I think it's probably a worse idea having a biker, whom I don't  know in my house in the middle of the night, so I was going for the  lesser of two evils." I hissed back.

"Now baby I ain't evil, well not at the moment anyway." His eyes flared.  "I am not going to hurt you." He told me firmly and moved to the end of  the counter to look and my foot, bending down to get a closer look. His  hand gently touched the injured area and I flinched away from his  touch. Grey eyes met mine. "I told you I'm not going to hurt you, gonna  get you fixed up."

For some strange reason, maybe the wine or more likely blood loss, I believed him, relaxing into his touch.

"That's it baby." He watched me for a second then went back to  inspecting my foot. "Yup that's in there pretty good." He muttered while  grabbing some tweezers and antibacterial wipes out of the kit. "Now  this is going to hurt."

"I think I can handle it." I informed him.

"It's in pretty deep and I will have to use anti bacterial spray and  that stuff hurts like a bitch." He said while studying my first aid kit.

"Yes I'm sure you've had your fair share of experience in disinfecting,  with stab wounds and bullet holes." I scowled at the top of his head.

"Oh yeah, baby you can only imagine what I have to deal with. I just  don't want to hurt you." His rugged face was surprisingly tender  inspecting my face while cradling my foot in his two giant hands. You  know what they say about big hands … wait Gwen focus!

"I've had worse." I snipped, failing to hide the slight shudder in my  voice from the closeness of this male who has a disturbing effect on me.  I focused on my foot, which hurt like a bitch, but I suffered through  it and tried to take my mind off it by interrogating Cade.

"What in hell are you doing outside my house in the middle of the  fricking night anyway?" I asked, crossing my arms, mentally  congratulating myself for bringing up such a sensible topic.

"Just doing my part for the neighborhood watch baby." He replied without looking up.

"Yeah and pigs might fly. Seriously why are you skulking outside my  house? For the second time in 24 hours." Even as I relayed this  information I realized I should be peeing myself right now, this was  like stalker behavior 101. "And don't call me baby." I commanded as an  afterthought.