Motorcycle Man(119)
“Shut up.”
“And bossy.”
“Shut up.”
“Bossy and a cry baby.”
“Shut up!” I snapped then finished, “And kiss me, for goodness sakes.”
His lips dropped to mine where he said, “That, baby, you be bossy and that I’ll do.”
Then Tack slanted his head and did it.
Hard, wet, wild and thorough.
When he lifted his head, I was dazed, I was happy, later was over, my man loved me, I had it all and Tack said, “Now you can have coffee.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Toothache
Tack and I were sitting out on his deck in the Colorado sun, feet on the railing, sipping coffee and waiting for the kids to wake up so Tack could make breakfast.
We were both silent.
I didn’t know what Tack was thinking.
I was running through all the available scenarios, knowing the players involved, of how the meeting of my parents and Tack would go.
I was coming up with none that didn’t involve mayhem, gunplay or me getting disowned even though I was an only child when Tack asked, “How attached are you to your house, babe?”
My head turned in his direction and I saw him calmly sipping coffee and staring at his fantastic view.
“Pardon?”
He dropped his mug and turned his head to me.
“Your house,” he stated. “How attached are you to it?”
“In, uh… what sense?”
“In the sense that if you’re attached to it in a way that convinces me to give all this shit up, we’ll build a couple rooms on so Tab and Rush can have their space. If not, we’ll put it on the market.”
Seven hundred thousand, two hundred and ten words flew into my head but none of them came out of my mouth before Tack kept going.
“One plus, it’s close to Chaos and Ride. Minus,” he swung his mug out to his fantastic view but added, “and it’s small.”
“I… we… you,” I swallowed then asked, “Are we moving in together?”
His head tipped to the side like my question was borderline insane and he answered, “Well, yeah.”
“When was this decided?”
“You love me?” he asked and my belly flipped.
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Right,” he grinned. “And I love you and your biological clock is ticking so we best get started on that shit.”
That… shit?
“Uh, you mean, the shit of having a family?” I asked, my brows rising and his grin got bigger.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve known you six weeks,” I reminded him.
“You gonna fall out of love with me tomorrow?” he shot back.
“I don’t think so,” I returned and his grin turned into a smile.
“So what’re we waiting for?”
“Maybe getting to know each other a little better?” I suggested.
“You got any skeletons in your closet?” he asked.
“Not that I know of,” I answered.
“So we’re good,” he muttered, turning back to the view.
“Do you have any,” I started then finished when I got his gaze back, “more?”
“Opened those doors wide and you saw ‘em rattlin’ just this mornin’, Red.”
That was definitely the truth.
“You’ve only lived through one period with me,” I pointed out and his brows drew together.
“Say again?”
“I can be hell on wheels when I’m PMS’ing,” I shared.
His gaze went back to the view as he muttered, “You can be hell on wheels anytime. Like, say, how you’re gearin’ up to be now.”
“Tack!” I snapped and he again looked at me and he did it again grinning.
“What?”
“It goes like this,” I began to explain. “We get to know each other. We have a huge-ass wedding. We spend time just us and, um… Tab and Rush, of course. Then we start on a family.”
“Got it all scheduled,” he noted.
“Yes,” I returned.
“What’s a huge-ass wedding?”
“Don’t ask that,” I advised. “Just show up.”
His grin turned wicked and I liked it
That was, I liked it until he enquired, “You askin’ me to marry you, Red?”
I wasn’t even sipping coffee and, still, I choked.
Then I pushed out, “What?”
“I accept.”
I shook my head and kept shaking it when I requested clarification, “Let me get this straight. Did you just accept my non-marriage offer?”
“Non-marriage?”
“I didn’t ask!” My voice was rising.
“So you just wanna shack up?” he asked but didn’t wait on my answer. “I’m good with that too.”