Everyone was banding together, helping out with food and getting along really well. It was interesting seeing the people behind the men, people connected to the club in some way or another, people who could potentially be in danger. They didn’t seem too worried about the possible threat. The atmosphere was light, with only a couple of worried faces. I asked Lizzie if lockdown was a regular occurrence. She assured me it wasn’t, telling me that danger from the club rarely touched its extended family. I wanted to believe her, but with what happened today I was finding it hard and was feeling very conflicted.
Tequila helped me with that, by the time my head hit the pillow, I was feeling pleasantly buzzed. But no amount of alcohol could stop me worrying about Cade, who I hadn’t heard from all day. I lay staring at the ceiling until I heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs and the door opening quietly. I sat up and watched Cade as he closed the door behind him.
“What are you still doing awake, baby? It’s late.” Cade’s voice was soft as he sat on the bed stroking my face.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied. “I was worried about my man.”
A tender expression crossed his face, one that he only ever gave me, his hard and gruff exterior reserved for the rest of the world.
“I’m right here, baby, whole and unharmed.” He stood, beginning to take off his clothes, resting his cut on the back of a chair. I regarded it in the dim moonlight, feeling mixed emotions for the piece of leather.
“How long is this going to go on for?” I asked quietly, still staring at the chair.
I felt a pause in Cade’s movement for a second before he continued undressing. He entered the bed, resting his body on top of mine.
“It will be over soon, baby, I promise.” His voice was intense, rough. “You don’t know how sorry I am that you got caught up in this shit storm. Christ, you are so good, so strong. You don’t need any more of this ugliness tarnishing your life, and it fuckin’ has.” He was angry at himself. “If I wasn’t such a selfish bastard I would let you go, let you run a mile away from this life.”
My mind panicked at the thought of losing him, but the rational part of me considered the possibility of running from the danger that the club and Cade represented.
Cade watched me closely as if he was trying to read my mind. “But I can’t, Gwen. I can’t let you go. The thought of not being with you, not being able to protect you, sleep beside you, sink into you at the end of the day, that thought scares me shitless. And the thought of another man ever touching you”—he literally shook from rage –“drives me crazy.” He kissed me hard before pulling back. “I love you, Gwen, fuck I should’ve said it the moment you made my goddamned life saying those words to me. I love you more than anything, baby.”
Holy crap.
Well, that’s what I called an “I love you.” My biker knew how to say it right.
“I love you too, Cade,” I whispered before he devoured my mouth, yanking the blankets away, roughly hissing when he saw I was naked.
“You are fucking stunning, baby.”
He kissed me again, roughly tweaking my nipple, I moaned into his mouth. His callused hands venture down my torso until they reached my drenched core. He thrust a finger inside me and I saw stars, my orgasm creeping up my spine already.
“Cade,” I murmured as he sucked my nipple. “I need you inside me.” I writhed as his finger moved faster.
“Not yet, Gwen, I want to watch you come around my finger, want to feel your little pussy pulse on my hand,” he replied roughly, his words unraveling me. I cried out.
I was in a fog when Cade entered me, pleasure shooting through my already sensitive flesh. His eyes never left mine while he made slow love to me, the emotion and love behind his eyes nearly tearing me apart. All of a sudden, I was riding waves of pleasure, clenching around him again. I heard his grunt as I milked his release out of him.
He lay on top of me for a while, breathing heavily. “I love you, babe,” he told me quietly.
I looked back up at him and everything else faded away, the club, the danger, my love for this man played the trump card. “I love you too.”
Cade kissed my head and moved so he was still half on top of me, but not squashing me. “Sleep, Gwen,” he ordered.
I wouldn’t have thought I would be able to sleep with my beast of a boyfriend not only still on top of me, but inside me, but I did.
I woke slowly, with pleasure shooting up my spine with Cade’s mouth buried between my legs. I put my hand on his head, unable to speak as an orgasm rippled through my half asleep body. Cade crawled up as I recovered from the aftershocks. Without a word, he grabbed my hips and placed me so I straddled him. I let out a rough gasp as he impaled me, pleasure making my mind fog. My brain only thought of pleasure after that.
Afterwards, I collapsed atop of Cade, we were both breathing hard after our climaxes.
“That’s a perfect way to start the morning,” I whispered, nuzzling his neck.
Hands at my hips gave me a squeeze. “If only I could stay buried inside you all day,” his voice vibrated in my ear.
“I don’t think I would survive that,” I giggled before slowly lifting myself off him and heading to the bathroom.
I peeked at my man over my shoulder, he looked sexy as sin lying naked on the bed, rippling muscles and covered in tats. I felt a flutter between my legs at the sight of him.
“I’m taking a shower,” I informed him. “Want to scrub my back?” I asked with a cheeky smile.
His eyes darkened and he stalked from the bed, picking me up and taking us towards the shower.
I frowned into Cade’s small mirror. Yesterday I didn’t have much time to pack anything half decent with Lucky standing at the door impatiently, but I thought I looked okay.
I was wearing high waisted white slacks, a white blouse, and super high tan wedges. Maybe white wasn’t the best choice while staying at the club, but I wouldn’t be here much longer as I had to get to the store. It was only me and Lily today, but I was sure Amy would refuse to stay here without me, so I guessed she would be coming too. I turned just as Cade emerged from the bathroom, towel around his waist looking good enough to eat.
“As much as you look sexy with your stubble, honey, I’m glad you shaved. I think my inner thighs have whisker rash,” I joked, looking down at my phone at a text from Amy.
Amy: Get me the fuck out of here now, bitch. I am about to murder some biker ass.
I laughed, thinking of the tantrum she had last night when she found out Brock had demanded she sleep in his room, with the prospects enforcing it. After many curse words, she had decided she would barricade herself in the room, locking Brock out. Guess he got in.
Me: But what a fine ass it is.
I knew my text back would get a reaction.
Be ready to leave in 5. I added, deciding we could get breakfast on the way.
“You’re not going anywhere, Gwen,” Cade growled from over my shoulder, obviously reading my text.
I jumped, not even hearing him approach. I regained my composure, whirling on him.
“You have to stop reading my texts over my shoulder. I hate it,” I scolded, frowning at him, which was hard to do when he was only wearing a towel.