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Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her waist and haul her body against mine. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers in a hard kiss. “Fuck that,” I growl, lifting my head slightly. “You deserved that wedding. You deserved more.”
I’m not sure what else to do or say, so I release her, take a step backward, and clear my throat. “Just bring it home. You can decide what you want to do about it later,” I suggest.
She nods her head, gripping the dress to her chest. Something swims in her gaze, but I can’t make it out. I don’t ask either. Turning from her, I gather my shit, put on my boots, and head for the door. I have a fucking hangover to beat the goddamn band, and I want to eat something, drink some water, take a dozen painkillers, and pass the fuck out.
“Ready?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
Piper gives me a smile that’s a bit too big and slips her feet into some cheap flip-flops before she grabs her heels and makes her way toward me, dress in hand. Wordlessly, I walk out of her room and toward the bar.
People litter the sofas and chairs and even the floors, all of them completely naked. Thunder is sandwiched between two brothers in the middle of the room. Stepping over bodies, I try not to wake anyone up. I don’t know what time it is, but after the party last night, nobody is moving anytime soon.
Walking straight toward my bike, I climb on and lift my head to watch Piper walk behind me. She doesn’t move, standing in front of me with her shoes and white dress clutched to her chest, her eyes open wide. She looks almost comical.
“Climb on,” I call out.
She shifts her attention from the back of the bike to me. “Itch,” she murmurs, “I have all of this stuff.”
“Better hold on tight,” I state. “Don’t have my other car here. Left it at the house in the garage.”
She shifts her gaze to the ground, then slowly brings it back up to meet mine. I can see the indecision in her eyes. She doesn’t want to jump onto the back of the bike with all her shit, but she knows she doesn’t really have a choice because I’m a dick and I’m the one in control.
Instead of arguing with me, she marches toward me, climbs onto the back, and presses the fabric of the dress between us. I don’t bitch that the heels of her shoes are poking me in the back. I start the engine and take off.
The ride isn’t far. The new house is on the outskirts of town where they’re expanding, which means it’s closer to the clubhouse than any other subdivisions. Piper holds on tightly as I try to keep the bike even and steady down the dirt roads that lead home.
When we ride up into the driveway, I kill the engine, but I don’t climb off the bike immediately. Instead, I take the moment to soak it up and in. This is my home. I’ve never truly owned anything in my life, and now I have a house and wife.
Both are mine.
Turning my head, I look over my shoulder. She is staring straight ahead as well, but I can’t tell what she’s thinking. I almost ask her but decide against it.
“Time to start the rest of our lives,” I say.
ChapterFifteen
PIPER
The factthat he doesn’t remember last night shouldn’t upset me. But it does. Walking into the house, I try to put that in the past and forget all about it, but it niggles at the back of my mind. I suppose it shouldn’t matter. It’s one night, and we have the rest of our lives.
“I’m ordering some food. We don’t have anything in the house yet, do we?” Itch calls out.
“No,” I reply.
I suddenly feel sick to my stomach that I didn’t stock the house with food. I was so worried about having the stuff I needed, I didn’t think of food. I open my mouth to apologize, but he begins to speak again.
“We’ll go later today. I need to get some sleep.”
He doesn’t sound pissed off, which surprises me. I would have thought he’d be angry with me over that, but he isn’t. I stay, standing in the foyer, holding my wedding dress and heels, unsure of what to do as he moves around in the master bedroom.
My heart slams against my chest. I don’t know what to do. The last thing I want to do is make a mistake, and I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over into a vast canyon while I’m trying to decide if I should stay here or jump.
I don’t know which to choose.
I hear a throat clear, so I turn my head toward the sound. Itch is standing in the middle of the hallway, wearing nothing but a towel that’s wrapped around his waist. A brand-new towel I washed and dried just a few days ago. It’s a deep rich navy blue. I knew we had to have them, and now I’m thankful, because it looks so amazing next to his naturally tanned skin.
“You coming to bed, babe?”
The question is seemingly innocent, but the inflection in his voice, the tone, I know he doesn’t mean to sleep. “Ummm,” I say. “Yeah. I just need to shower first.”
