Making the Cut (28 page)

I tried to give him my puppy dog eyes to soften him up, but he just scowled back.

“Jesus Gwen another biker? These guys are dangerous, I don’t want you getting caught up in this again.” He barked angrily.

I let out a frustrated noise, sounding like a petulant child.

“You don’t even know him Ian, please just reserve judgment until you know him a little better. He does actually care about me.”

Ian gave me a look. “Yeah I can see that, that’s what I’m worried about.” He muttered.

I rolled my eyes. “Seriously? You are angry because my boyfriend likes me?” I said unbelievingly.

Ian put down his knife and fork, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

“It’s just intense Ace, the way he looks at you, Christ you haven’t even known each other for two months.”

I kept looking at him, doing what I used to do when we were young and I wanted something. Stared at him looking sad refusing to speak until he gave in.

Ian knowing my game growled and picked his knife and fork again.

“Fuck it I’ll try my best to be civil to the guy.” He conceded before focusing on his food.

I beamed, and begun to talk about something else when the doors slammed and Amy stormed in glaring at me, not even glancing at Ian. She pointed her finger at me angrily.

“You!” She yelled before approaching the table and standing in front of me.

What now?

“I can’t believe the prick who shall not be named called you and I had to find out from freaking Lucy! I mean I love the girl but I don’t want to find this shit out second hand. You should have called me the moment you got off the phone with that maggot so I could call him back and reach down the phone and castrate the fucker.” She finished, voiced raised to a near screech at the end.

I gave her a second, knowing that she was just upset for me and a teensy bit of a drama queen.

“Hello Amy, how’s it going? Want to say hello to Ian who just got here from some unknown war zone?” I asked sarcastically narrowing my eyes.

Amy blanched a little as if she didn’t realize Ian was even here, she glanced across to Ian and smiled tightly.

“Sorry Ian, I didn’t mean to be rude was just a little preoccupied with the whole ‘Gwen getting a phone call from a murderous psychopath’ situation.” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

I was about to reply, when Ian pushed back from his chair, staring at Amy with a weird look on his face. He advanced on her in two strides and engulfed her in his arms. She looked surprised for a second then melted into his embrace. Ian released her, looking her up and down, eyes twinkling. “You look great Ames.” He said softly.

She returned the favor, gaze scanning him until her eyes rested on the scar I spotted today. She nodded her head towards it.

“Just another one to add to the collection.” She remarked dryly with a weird expression.

Before I could think too much of this strange display they both seemed to snap out of whatever that was and sat down, Ian back to where he was, Amy beside me. She took a pull of my beer and grabbed my fork which was halfway to my mouth, eating my last piece of steak. I glared at her.

“That was my last piece you bitch.”

Amy said nothing just smirked. Her face suddenly got serious.

“So what happened with this phone call Gwennie? How did it even happen in the first place?”

I tell her about what Luke told us, leaving out the part about one of my friends possibly giving out my phone number because that was just bullshit.

Amy was fuming. “Right I am calling my father and he can talk to one of his buddies about sorting out the guards at that prison.” She snapped, betraying her upper class breeding.

“Can we not worry about it right now?” I pleaded, standing to take our plates and serve dessert.

“How about we talk about where you have been all day Abrams?” I shouted over my shoulder as I got the torte and some plates out. “Having some makeup sex with Brock maybe?” I gave her a wink, walking back to the table. Her face blanched, a panicked look on her face was quickly replaced with a glare.

“Who is Brock?” Ian clipped, jaw hard.

I set the plates down with a smirk. “Oh just some guy that won’t take Amy’s shit but is so totally under her skin.”

Amy scowled at me, quickly glancing at Ian who was staring at her with a blank look on his face. “He is no one. No one special and I certainly won’t be talking to him again. Subject closed.” She exclaimed grumpily before dumping a huge piece of torte on her plate. I raised an eyebrow, she usually avoided refined sugars and carbs like the plague. She scowled at me yet again.

“It’s my cheat day.” She declared defensively.

I held my hands up, serving myself a piece, choosing to ignore the weird atmosphere and instead to enjoy the deliciousness of peanut butter and chocolate. At that moment, I heard the roar of a Harley and smiled. I hadn’t heard from Cade since he left, I was glad he was ignoring my request not to sleep with me while Ian was here since I needed him tonight. Ian gave me a look hearing the Harley too, just not as excited as I was. Amy caught this and she pointed her fork at my brother dangerously.

“Look here Mr Solider, don’t you dare try any of your macho man bullshit and be a dick to Cade. He can handle it, I have no doubt about that, but we don’t need the drama. He cares about your sister and makes her happy, that’s all you need to know.” She said firmly, holding a stare with Ian until he nodded stiffly, grabbing his plate and getting up.

“Thanks for the amazing grub sis, but I am knackered.” He heaped more cake onto his plate before shrugging his shoulders at me.

“If I get hungry in the night.”

I let out a giggle as he kissed me on the cheek, nodded at Amy and walked down the hall to the guest bedroom.

I quickly turned to Amy as I heard the front door open and close.

“What the hell was that?” I inquired.

Amy looked at me innocently. “What?”

I glared at her disbelievingly. “You know what. You and Ian, what the hell is going on? You guys were acting weird.”

“No we weren’t.”

“Yes you were.”

“Were not.”

I let out a frustrated groan, yanking her plate away.

“Hey what the fuck?” Amy asked angrily as I swiped the serving plate away and stood out of her reach.

“You don’t get anymore until you tell me what’s going on.” I declared, holding both plates up in the air. I was vaguely aware of Cade’s eyes on me as he entered the room, grabbing a beer.

Amy scowled at me, then at Cade. “Your girlfriend is evil.” She stated, pushing past me and snatching a piece of cake before running upstairs.

“That will go straight to your ass.” I yelled to her back.

“Fuck you!” Was her reply.

I laughed, turning towards Cade who was leaning against the breakfast bar with a raised eyebrow. “Do I even ask?”

I dumped the plates on the counter and began tidying up.

“Nope, just girl stuff.” My mind was still stewing over the weirdness between the two people I love.

Cade remained silent, and stayed where his was, which was weird. He always had to have his hands on me.

“Where have you been today?” I inquired softly, not wanting to sound like a whiny bitch, but also needing to get him to tell me about more about where he had been disappearing off to.

“Club business.” He clipped, taking a chug of his beer.

I didn’t answer, waiting for him to elaborate or tell me what was going on. There was just silence, apart from the sound of me cleaning the dishes. The silence lasted awhile until I drained the sink and turned to look at my broody man. Our gazes locked and we just stood there for a moment staring at each other. It never got old checking Cade out. He had a rough growth of stubble shadowing his face and along with his long black hair, he looked wild and sexy. His muscles nearly burst out of his black tee shirt he wore under his cut, his veins pulsing underneath his tattoos. I licked my lips, feeling a tingling between my legs as my gaze neared his eyes. His look was intense, hungry, roving over my body. I was only wearing my yoga pants and a racer back singlet, but the way he looked at me you would have thought I was wearing my sexiest LBD. Without a word he stalked towards me and seized me, covering his mouth with mine. The kiss burnt out of control, Cade lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine as he carried me up the stairs. Suddenly, I was thrown on my bed, Cade jerking my pants off and lifting me to get my underwear off at the same time.

“Cade” I groaned, my voice rough with arousal.

His dark gaze stilled me. “No talking.” He commanded as his unzipped his jeans, just to free himself, but leaving the rest of his clothes on.

He leaned down lightly kissing my inner thigh before reaching up to take off my tank. I was fully naked and Cade covered me, fully clothed. There was something terribly erotic about that. He roughly tweaked my hard nipple, I cried out as his other hand worked between me legs.

“Quiet.” He instructed gruffly.

He covered my mouth with his own before roughly thrusting into me. I moaned loudly into his mouth, raking my fingers down his cut as he pounded into me mercilessly. I felt my orgasm rip through me, melting me into little pieces, I arched my back unable to take the intensity as Cade continued his thrusting.

I felt him shoot his release into me, which sparked me to melt all over again.

I took awhile to come back down to earth, opening my eyes to Cade staring down at me with an intensity that was scary.

“I love you.” I murmured into those grey eyes.

Shit. Where did that come from? Man I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, I hadn’t even properly admitted to myself until today and here I was blurting it out. Fuck. I realized I had closed my eyes, embarrassed and pissed off at myself. I gingerly opened them, afraid to see Cade’s face. He hasn’t moved and was still staring at me with that intense gaze that seared my soul. CRAP.

“Um sorry that so shouldn’t have come out…I was just high on an orgasm you know?” I sounded like a total dweeb, who says ‘high on an orgasm’? “Well no I...”

“Shut up.” Cade interrupted me, which was a good thing, who knows what I would’ve said next. I bit my lip, waiting for him to say something.

“Say it again.” He demanded.

“What?” I asked shyly.

“Fucking say it again Gwen.” His voice was hard, almost emotionless, but one hand reached to softly frame my face.

“I love you.” I all but whispered, “I’ve loved you since you scared the shit out of me outside my house, even though I couldn’t admit to myself until now.”

His eyes flared, but he said nothing. After a beat he plastered my mouth to his in a passionate kiss, setting me on fire all over again.

He drew back, eyes still hard, but full of emotion.

“Needed to hear that baby.” He kissed my forehead and pushed off me, buttoning his pants back up.

“Got to go. Got some club business that can’t wait. Fucking Spider’s causing some shit, need to lock it down before that shit spreads.” His voice was grim, but focused.

My heart dropped, I tell him I love him and he gives me a quick kiss and is going to bail? Well isn’t that a kick in the vagina. I couldn’t deal with this naked while he stood above me fully clothed. I moved to get up, cover myself, but Cade’s arm landed on my chest, stopping me.

“No Gwen, this is exactly what I want to picture in my mind for the rest of my night. My girl, freshly fucked, orgasm all over her face, my cum running out of her. Naked, looking like a fucking goddess.”

He gave me a rough closed mouth kiss before standing again, giving me a long look then he was gone.

Chapter 12

“Needed to hear that. That’s what he said? Are you sure you heard right, like maybe your ears weren’t working right after minding blowing sex?” Amy asked sipping her coffee, looking at me hopefully.

I stared back at her, feeling sick. “Nope that’s definitely what he said. Then he left. Crap I am such an idiot!” I whined, putting my head in my hands. Amy patted my back soothingly.

“That man loves you. Anyone can see that, he’s just being all bad ass biker and doesn’t want to say it because he’s afraid if he does his balls will automatically belong to you.”

I raised my eyebrows at Amy.

“Really? I think he just doesn’t love me and has now ran to set up a club in Mexico and I shall never see him again.” I exclaimed sadly, downing the rest of my coffee, getting up to get more, I needed a shot of whiskey in it.

Amy waved her hand. “Don’t think like that. Men are fuckwits, just give him time.”

I made it to the coffee pot and let out a frustrated scream.

“Fuck! No coffee, great.” I seriously thought I might cry. On the best of mornings coffee was the only thing that got me functional for the day, on this day I needed it hooked up to an IV.

“Chill. Last time I checked they were still making it.” Amy said calmly. “I’ll get dressed and go and get us some.” She got up, still in her nightie.

“No don’t worry I’ll go, I’m dressed.” I said. I couldn’t sleep last night so I had got up super early and gone for a run, which was the reason I was up and dressed so early on a Saturday.

“I’ll go to the café and get us something for breakfast too, I’m sure my brother will need some sustenance if he ever awakes from his coma,” I joked.

Amy sat back down, sipping her coffee and reading the New York times on her iPad. “Good I couldn’t be fucked anyway.”

After getting not only coffee for me, Amy, and Ian, I also brought half the cafes pastries and muffins, not knowing what Ian would feel like. Okay maybe partially so I could eat my feelings. Just as I was pulling in my driveway, my phone rang. Glancing down, I saw it was Cade. Shit, I had no idea how to deal with this, so I decided to do the mature adult thing and ignore the phone call. I managed to get all of our coffees and treats in one hand, thanks to my waitressing days, just in time for Cade to call. Again. Crap, I had to answer or he’d go all protective man crazy and presume I had been kidnapped and was being held for ransom.

I juggled my packages and answered the phone while walking towards the door.

“Hey, can I call you back? I am kind of trying not to drop this precious liquid they call coffee.” I joked, trying to make the mood light, like he hadn’t just broken my heart last night.

“I’m just about at your place now, am stopping by with the boys…” Cade started, but that’s all I heard because when I opened the door I was assaulted with the sight of Amy and my brother making out. I repeat making out. He was wearing only boxers, no shirt. Amy was still in her nightie, which Ian had hitched up to almost her waist. I gasped, dropping my coffee, momentarily forgetting its life giving qualities.

“Oh my god.” I said quietly not realizing I was talking into the phone, and not to myself.

Amy and Ian, startled by me dropping the coffee, both gaped at me.

“Baby? Are you okay?!” Cade’s voice sounded in my ear but I was too busy processing the scene in front of my to answer.

“OH MY GOD. MY EYES!” I shouted dramatically, Ian gave me a cheeky smile while Amy rushed towards me, looking very guilty.

“Gwen! What the fuck is going on?” I heard Cade yell but hung up, so not wanting to deal with that as well.

I turned deciding to walk back outside, maybe hoping I had opened the door into a parallel universe and if I walked back in, everything would be normal. I was such an idiot, how could I not realize? Amy saying she was in love but making up some vague guy. The way they were acting around each other. Shit I am a moron, 3
rd
graders could’ve figured this out. I heard the door open again as I paced the front lawn. Amy ran down the porch, looking more than ruffled, her nightie was haphazardly pulled down.

“Gwen stop, listen to me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it’s just…”

I turned to her, suddenly angry, directing my anger at her, when I was really pissed at myself for not noticing sooner.

“It’s just what Abrams? You have been screwing my brother and lying to me about it?” I shouted at her. I strode over to her, shoving her in the chest.

“We never lie to each other. Ever. Jesus, how could you not tell me?” I screeched in her face.

“Gwen. Stop, we can explain.” My brother emerged the house, dressed at least.

I held out my hand to him. “Stay out of this Ian, this is a chick thing. You don’t have a vagina so you don’t understand.”

After stumbling a bit from my push, Amy was standing straight looking pissed at me now. She shoved me back, hard.

“Don’t push me!” She shouted as I stumbled, almost falling on my ass.

I got in more of a rage and hardly noticed the rumbling of Harley’s racing down the street. I just glared at Amy and tackled her to the ground sitting on top of her, struggling with her arms.

“It’s my brother Amy, do you not think I would’ve been happy for you two you stupid idiot?” I yelled in her face, as she wrestled me, rolling us both over to a mass of arms and legs. She pinched me as I got back on top of her.

“Ouch! You bitch.” I was about to pull her hair when strong arms are dragged me up. I fought them, watching Ian help Amy to her feet.

“Chill babe, Jesus.” Cade whispered in my ear.

I ignored him, instead I focused on my brother and Amy, standing beside each other not touching.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I repeated, this time quieter.

Amy regarded me sadly. “Shit I don’t know Gwen, first it was because I didn’t even want to admit how I felt, let alone admit it to you. Then things got complicated, you got hurt and there was never a right time.”

She looked up at me sheepishly, her gaze wandering behind me and her face paled. I turned, awkwardly as Cade’s arms were still around me. Brock was standing with Bull, Lucky, Dwayne and some other guy I couldn’t remember the name of. They all had amused smirks on their faces, which made me cringe, knowing what kind of show that had just witnessed. Well, apart from Brock, his jaw was hard glancing between Ian and Amy. Oh shit. Ian caught on to who was staring at who his jaw went hard also. He not so discreetly stood in front of Amy, not only staking some sort of fucked up claim but covering her barely clad body with his own. Uh oh. Time for damage control.

“This is not the time to discuss any of this, okay? Go back inside and put some clothes on Amy, the neighbors boys will be snapping photos of you with their phones.”

Amy looked down as if only just realizing the twins were dangerously close to popping out.

“Ace we will talk inside okay? Just calm yourself first, don’t want anymore brawls in the living room.” Ian muttered dryly before directing Amy inside, his hand on the small of her back.

“I am still mad at both of you, in fact I am not speaking to you as of now.” I yelled at their backs before slowly turning to the bevvy of bikers standing on the curb. I blushed as they all watched me expectantly. Brock was glaring at where Amy disappeared back in the house, looking like he was about to explode.

“Wow Princess, looks like we know who to come to if someone needs a lesson given to them.” Lucky smirked in my direction before bursting out into laughter, the other men smiled openly, even the side of Bull’s mouth was twitching.

The blush crept up my cheeks, shit they would all think I was insane now.

“Sorry you had to see that guys, I guess I just lost my temper?” I shrugged my shoulders, no other explanation crossing my mind.

“Fuck don’t say sorry. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in ages.” Dwayne gave me a wink and I screwed my nose up at him.

“Enough.” Cade commanded and the men immediately looked more serious, although amusement still danced in their eyes.

“Back to the club, will meet you there in five.” He continued gruffly.

The men nodded and climbed on their bikes, Brock was the only one who didn’t, still standing stiffly glaring at the house.

“Brock.” Cade barked.

Brock moved his gaze slowly then nodded. “Fuck this shit.” He grumbled, climbing on his bike, roaring away with the others.

I peeked up at Cade gingerly, who released his hold on me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“What the fuck was that Gwen?” He all but roared, shaking my shoulders roughly.

“Well I just found out Amy had been lying to me and I kind of overreacted.” I explained, kind of pissed at his reaction, he needed to calm down. It’s not like I intended to give him and the guys front row tickets to ‘Gwen and Amy Smack Down’.

“Not that, you on the phone before.  You didn’t answer me and it sounded like you were in trouble, you know how fucking worried I was? I call, you answer. I ask what’s going on you fucking answer!”

He let go of my shoulders and started pacing, his hand running through his hair. He stopped, striding back to me.

“We are dealing with some dangerous shit right now baby, shit with the Spider’s ain’t good. After trying to deal with that shit last night I hear your voice on that phone call, fear the worst.” He grasped my neck roughly, staring into my eyes.

“Don’t do it again.  I don’t relish having that fear ever again.”

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.”