Amy narrowed her eyebrows at me.
“Are you okay? You never make that expression, you always say it gives you premature wrinkles,” I teased.
“Yeah, fine. And it does,” she answered, changing her expression. She got up off the bed and walked towards the door. “I’m going for a run, will see you later,” she announced.
My eyes widened and my spidey senses kicked in. A run? Amy didn’t run. She watched what she ate specifically so she didn’t have to endure “torture disguised as exercise.”
I didn’t have time to think anymore on this as I heard Cade’s bike pull up. I rushed downstairs, calling out a goodbye to Amy, promising myself to get to the bottom of her behavior tonight.
As I stepped outside, I drank in the sight of Cade, sitting on his bike, sunglass clad and looking too sexy for his own good. He was wearing all black, as usual, the tee under his cut tight enough I could see the outline of his muscles underneath. His hair was delightfully messy as usual, falling to his chin. It seemed he was checking me out also, but was doing it with furrowed brows.
“We might have to take my car, Cade,” I called out. “This dress won’t travel well on a bike.” I gestured down my body, grabbing my keys out of my purse, waiting for him to get off his bike. He pushed off his bike, striding towards me and snatched my keys out of my hand.
“Hey!” I protested. “Didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude to snatch?”
“Go inside and get changed,” he ordered, voice gruff.
I stared at him a moment, then pushed my sunglasses onto my head. “Excuse me?” I asked menacingly, in the tone that every man should recognize from a woman. That was the, “if you don’t reconsider what you just said shit is going to go down” kind of tone. Cade obviously wasn’t familiar with this tone.
“I’m not fond of repeating myself, babe. Now go and get changed into something that doesn’t show half your fuckin’ tits and which covers a hell of a lot more leg.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. He did not just say that.
“Okay, well instead of going to brunch, how about I go and search for some nuts and fruits while you hunt a wild animal for us to eat?” I snapped.
Cade pushed his own sunglasses to his head, revealing angry eyes. “What the fuck are you talking about, Gwen?”
“Oh you know, hunting and gathering? That’s how they did it back in prehistoric times. When all men were cavemen,” I bit out sarcastically, challenging Cade’s steady glare. “Food production has changed a lot since then, but it seems some cavemen remain. I’m sure scientists would love to study this specimen, unchanged through thousands of years of evolution.”
“I’m not finding that smart mouth funny right now, Gwen. Change, now.” He sounded like he was about to lose his temper and he wasn’t the only one.
My temper had risen to epic proportions, I was surprised steam wasn’t coming out of my ears. I was physically unable to form a response for a moment. Cade was scowling at me, arms crossed in his “I’m a badass everyone must obey or else” stance.
“A little thing happened in the not so distant past, Cade. Something called feminism, which means that women have the right to do a lot of things, like vote, get equal pay, oh, and wear whatever the fuck they want. There is no way I’m letting anyone tell me what to wear, ever. If you wanted a timid ‘Old Lady’ who would don a full-length fucking burka at your request, you’ve got the wrong one.” I was breathing heavily at the end of my little speech, my glare dared Cade to argue.
Cade glared back before yanking me towards him, plastering our bodies together, his hands firmly at my ass.
“This is mine, Gwen.” He exclaimed, squeezing my behind. His other hand roughly cupped my breast. “These are mine.”
I tried to pull away, very aware I was getting fondled in broad daylight. Cade’s grip was firm, I hoped none of my neighbors were watching.
My breath hitched as his hand left my breast, sliding down my body and slipped under the skirt of my dress, lightly brushing over the top of my panties.
“This is most definitely fuckin’ mine,” his gravelly voice declared.
I opened my mouth to remind him that we were in public and could be scarring the young children who lived across the street, but his hand left my panties and cupped my face.
“Don’t get me wrong, baby, you look fuckin’ gorgeous in that dress. It makes me want to rip it off you and bury myself deep inside your sweet pussy.” The hardness on my stomach was proof of that.
My stomach dipped with desire, I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
“Problem is, I know every other male that sees you looking like that will be thinking the exact same thing,” Cade continued. “Hate thinking some bastard will have his eyes on parts of my woman that should be for me only.”
I rolled my eyes. “You need to tone it down on that ownership thing, Cade. No other man is going to touch me, but you. I’m going to wear what I want, you just have to deal with it.”
“Fuck, I know, Gwen. I just haven’t felt so goddamned protective about a woman, ever. You drive me crazy. Wear what you like, but next time make sure it is motorcycle appropriate. Ain’t letting your fashion choices affect me riding with my woman pressed up against me.”
Cade gave me a fierce kiss before opening the passenger door for me. Guess he was driving. Stupid macho man. I sighed dramatically and got in the car, deciding to pick my battles.
Chapter Eleven
The rest of the week passed in a blur. Cade and I spent every night together, but he was busy sorting out stuff with the rival club and shipments so he didn’t get in until late. He didn’t tell me much, just the bare minimum, like he promised.
I still had doubts in the back of my mind about whether I had made the right decision, sticking with him when I knew he was breaking the law. But every night he slid into bed with me, giving me mind blowing orgasms and a connection I couldn’t yet fathom, I knew I couldn’t give it up.
I also saw Luke a couple of times, he popped into the store with coffee and lunch. He was a good man and I enjoyed his company, but I had told him firmly that I was with Cade. At this, his jaw had gotten hard, but he had no further comment. I hoped he got that we were only ever going to be friends. I took to trying to open his eyes to Rosie, whom he looked at more as a kid than a woman, she obviously had a major crush on him and he was too blind to see it.
I didn’t tell Cade about seeing Luke, I didn’t want to lie to him, but I also knew what his over protective reaction would be. I didn’t want that spoiling how happy we were, especially with Ian’s visit this weekend. I was seriously getting worried about my brother’s reaction to Cade.
This came to a head the night before Ian was due to arrive, and Cade and I were in bed. I was tucked into his shoulder after he had just thoroughly fucked me. He was absentmindedly stroking my back, looking up at the ceiling.
“I’ve been thinking,” I started carefully.
Cade glanced at me. “Whoa, babe, that’s dangerous.”
I rolled my eyes and continued cautiously. “Maybe you should stay at your place while Ian’s here.”
Cade stopped stroking. “Ain’t no fuckin’ way that’s happening, Gwen.”