Making the Cut (23 page)

I felt a trail of fire where his hands touched me, my body reacting as if we hadn’t just had sex, twice only a couple of hours ago. I squirmed against him, placing one of my hands on his rock hard thigh and squeezing it.

Cade stood abruptly, taking me with him, gathering me in his arms. I let out a little squeal.

“My woman is ready for bed.” Cade declared to the group at large before turning on his heel without another word.

I gave everyone a lame little wave.

“Night everybody! Thanks for coming!” I shouted.

I smacked Cade’s shoulder. “Cade! That was rude, we didn’t even say goodbye properly.” I scolded giving him my best drunken glare.

He climbed the stairs with me in his arms with little effort.

“Babe, you squirming against me, feeling your heat, knowing your smashed. You are lucky I lasted that long.” He growled, striding into my room and throwing me roughly onto the bed. His eyes were hungry and dark as he surveyed me.

“Gonna fuck you hard baby. Looking forward to drunk sex with you.”

I didn’t say another word, well nothing intelligible after that.

Chapter 10

I woke slowly, with a slight headache thanks to my old friend tequila, nothing I wasn’t used to, and I had definitely had worse. Cade’s body was behind me, his strong arm holding me tightly to him. He was possessive even in his sleep. I was happy because I didn’t have to rush off and open the store. We were closed on Mondays. And Cade had mentioned he didn’t have to go into the garage until late afternoon, so I had the morning with him. Something I hadn’t had as I was always rushing off early to get to the store.

I slowly tried to free myself from his grip so I could get up and make us some breakfast that we would eat in bed. I moved carefully trying not to wake Cade, I don’t know why I tried, he was some big badass who was aware of shit even in his sleep. His arm tightened across my stomach and I felt his stubble scratching at my neck.

“Where you going baby?” Cade asked, voice gravelly.

I relaxed into his body, grinding my booty into his hard erection as he kissed my neck.

“Was going to make us breakfast, but now your awake I would rather do something else.” I mumbled, feeling Cade’s hand move up to roughly cup my breast.

“If it involves me fucking you, or my dick in your mouth I am all for it. Anything else, fuck no.”

I moaned as his erection pressed into me and his fingers roughly tweaked my nipples. Cade pushed me onto my back then raised himself on top of me, hands running down the sides of my body, then cupping in between my legs.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, headache long forgotten about, all I needed was Cade, best hangover cure ever.

“Fuck me Cade.” I demanded, peering at his handsome face.

He bit my lip, not saying another word, just roughly pushed into me. I cried out in pleasure as he gained momentum, pounding me hard.

“You are mine.” He grunted, not stopping.

I don’t reply, I was too lost in pleasure. He grabbed my face roughly.

“Gwen you are mine. Say it.”

I breathed out, struggling to get any words together.

“I am yours.” I managed to whisper.

That’s all he needed to hear and no more words were spoken.

We were finished, Cade was still on top of me, still inside me. I was taking awhile to come down from my high, relishing in having Cade back in my bed, even two nights without him was hard. Uh oh, this was not good, I seriously liked this guy, but luckily by the way he was looking at me I think he kind of liked me too.

“Didn’t like being away from you Gwen.” Cade was obviously thinking the same thing as me.

“Specially didn’t like being away from this.” His eyes moved down to where we were still connected.

“So you just want me for my body.” I joked light heartedly.

His eyes turned serious. “I want you for a fuck load more than that baby.”

Butterflies flew in my stomach at his words, and a happy glow came over me.

He stroked my face, pushing inside me even further. I let out a soft moan.

“Again?” I whispered disbelievingly, we had had a lot of sex over the last 12 hours.

“Again.” Is all Cade said before he turned me on my stomach and proceeded to rock my world.

After our second batch of love making I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and to make sure I don’t look like Medusa. I cringed when I saw my reflection. My face was slightly red, burnt from the sun and flushed from sex, my hair was a massive rats nest. Cade must like me if he still wants to have sex with me when I looked like this. I smiled to myself, splashing some water on my face before entering my room. Cade was sitting up, sheets to his waist, perfect body on display, he was scowling with his phone at his ear.

“I don’t fuckin care Steg, we scheduled the meet for this afternoon and that’s when its going to happen.” He bit into the phone, looking seriously pissed. He paused, obviously listening to his President’s reply.

“Yeah well they should’ve thought of that before the peddled their product on our turf. I’m not standing for that.” Cade glanced at me, and his frown deepened.

He listened a bit more. “We will address that issue at church. But this afternoon we are going to make sure those bastards know where we stand and make sure they won’t do it again. We need to send a message. Not talking about this anymore.” He hung up without a goodbye.

I glanced at the beside table where his gun was resting. I wasn’t too happy to have a weapon in the house, much less so close to where I slept, but I hadn’t said anything the nights I had spent with Cade because we were at his house. When I did question why he had a handgun, he had just raised an eyebrow at me and declared he had a permit and it was for protection. He didn’t elaborate.

We hadn’t yet talked about his role in the club. I bit my lip, realizing I needed to know it all, I wasn’t having another relationship where I was kept in the dark up until I watched a man die in front of me. Cade noticed the look on his face at hearing his conversation and watched me carefully.

“Gwen come here.” He ordered.

I ignored him, crossing my arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“Who are the ‘bastards’ that you are sending a message to?” I asked quietly.

“Come here baby.” Cade repeated, not answering my question.

“I’m guessing this message might be made with the help of that.” I pointed my head towards his gun.

“Fuckin hell.” Cade breathed, throwing the covers back and prowling up to me, boxing me in against the doorframe.

“You never do what I say.” He stated roughly.

“You never answer my questions.” I shot back. “Cade it has to be full disclosure with me, I can’t be one of those women who doesn’t question where her man has been, why he carries a weapon. I’ve been one of those women. Didn’t work out so hot.”

Cade’s eyes darkened and I felt his fury. I know he hated what happened to me, I didn’t like to throw it in his face but he needed to understand.

“Shit baby. You’re not going to like what I have to say, the club ain’t boy scouts.” “I figured that.” I replied. “Full disclosure Cade.”

He stared at me a beat then pushed away from the door, running his hand through his hair, I tried not to get distracted by his naked body and I managed. Barely. He pulled me to him, directing both of us back onto the bed. He then positioned me atop of him so I was straddling him and he sat up, hands circling my body.

“This might make you reconsider things between us.” Cade told me seriously, expression grave.

“It would take a lot to make me want to walk away from you.” I whispered and his eyes flared.

He sighed then started talking. “The MC was founded by my grandfather and a couple of his buddies when they got back from Vietnam.” He began.

I was already surprised, I don’t know much about club politics but knowing he was the grandson of one of the club’s founding members made him pretty important.

“Think they were lost after the war, didn’t come from the best families, they were brothers. Maybe not in blood but they were brothers. The war changed them, they came back, didn’t know where they fit back into the normal world. They definitely weren’t cut out for 9 to 5 jobs. So the formed the Son’s, with the garage for a start, they then moved into other areas, they also ran and sold guns.”

Cade watched me closely, his arms were tight around me, as though he was preparing for me to try and run from the room. I stayed put. I was shocked, I didn’t expect the club to be law abiding citizens, but running guns? That shit was serious. And dangerous.

“They made alliances with some heavy hitters, made a lot of money, and made name for themselves. They were liked around town though, people respected my father, they felt protected by the club. You see even though they were breaking the law, anything that happened in Amber was under their watch. They didn’t stand for drugs, the town was kept safe from shit spilling from the big cities.”

He was trying to convince me that even though they were criminals they still cared about their town.

“My father was good friends with the sheriff, Bill. Crawford’s father.”

I raised my eyebrows, well shit. Both boy’s followed in their father’s footsteps. And a sheriff, friends with a member of an outlaw motorcycle gang?

“Bill knew the club was up to shit, but turned a blind eye, as long as shit didn’t spill into his town, there was an uneasy understanding. So the club grew, more brothers joined, got charters around the country. I watched the club grow, all I wanted to do was get patched in, soon as I could. Then shit went down with the Spider’s, a rival gang who didn’t like the Son’s controlling a big portion of weapon sales in the East Cost.”

Whoa, that sounded serious. I thought about the damage those guns did, killing people, widowing women like Rosa. My jaw hardened.

Cade noticed, his body stiffening but he carried on.

“Things came to a head when I was fifteen, a year off being able to prospect with the club. The Spider’s attacked the club when they were on a run, hell of a firefight, my father was killed among others.” Cade spoke clinically, his voice emotionless.

I saw that it still hurt him though, those wounds hadn’t healed.

I stroked his face softly. “I’m so sorry honey.” I whispered.

“Long time ago Gwen, I’m good with it.” He lied. “Anyway, with my father dead and me being too young to take over the club, Steg stepped up. He was my father’s best friend. Ruthless bastard, but I respected him, hell I looked up to all the brothers. He was power hungry though, shit still is. Some of the brothers were hesitant about keeping in the gun business after loosing friends.” He looked at me, I nodded to keep him going.

“Others wanted revenge. I admit, I was a fucked up teenager full of anger, I wanted to kill everyone of those motherfuckers. Steg’s a real smooth talker, he kept everyone in the business, the money was too sweet anyway. He took me and Rosie in, looked after us, as well as he could.”

I was surprised at this, there was obviously something going on between them now, Cade didn’t seem to be feeling the love for his fathers best friend.

“What about your mother?” I asked carefully, remembering the woman in the photo.

Cade laughed coldly. “She took off when Rosie was two, wasn’t cut out for being a mother. Held her down too much, at least that’s what she told me.”

“Shit.” I whispered, feeling sad for Cade, not being able to imagine not having a loving devoted mother.

“Don’t pity me babe.” Cade growled, face hard.

“She was a crappy mother, did us a favor by leaving. Rosie suffered not having a woman around but Dad did his best. She still comes to town every now and then. My mother. Stays for a couple of weeks then takes off.”

He looked at me. “We’re not talking about my family history though. You want to know about the club. What we do.”

I gulped, I did want to know about his family, but I needed to know about the club first. Needed to know if I could handle being around to learn about his family.

“Do you still run guns?” I asked, voice small.

Cades face was stony. “Yeah babe we do.”

My stomach dropped and I felt dread creep up my throat. Could I deal with that?

Cade took my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine.

“Trying to get away from the guns babe, few of the brothers like the money but not to keen on the risk, especially after Laurie.”

I flinched at the mention of Laurie. “That was because of the guns?” I asked, wondering if I would get the honest answer.

Cade seemed to be contemplating what to say before reaching a decision.

“Mostly, yes. Spider’s have always hated us, but things picked up when we tried to cut in on some of their customers.”

So many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment I didn’t know where to begin to process this.

“We are going to go legit Gwen,” Cade promised. “Been trying to get the club to do it for years, most of the reason behind the boys sticking with the guns is the money, so I’ve been acquiring legitimate businesses owned by the club to get us some of the same income. Garage does well in its own right.”

I was intrigued. “What other businesses does the club own?”

“Valentines for one.”

Wow that was a surprise, a classy joint like that being owned by bikers, that made me smile.

Cade’s expression lightened a bit. “Yeah that was Lucky’s idea, fucking goldmine that place.”

“What else?” My mind was ticking over, wondering about the sincerity to his words.

“Couple of bars and a strip club next town over.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Strip club?”

“Yeah babe.” His face was blank as if telling your girlfriend you owned a strip club was as normal as telling her you liked Vin Diesel movies.

“Just a strip club? Or does it specialize in happy endings?” My voice was dangerous.