The Biker's Fate Chapter 165

"Sissy, get a clue. The second Mack says anything and you don't disagree, he's decided it's decided!" I rose to my feet and sighed. "I'm going to lie down."

I moved a little slower than I would have liked, which pissed me off even more, because I wanted to stomp away and maybe slam a few doors, but head injuries make that virtually impossible. Barney followed me... and so did Mack. I felt his hand on my back as I pushed open his bedroom door.

I stretched out on the bed and felt the dip of the mattress as both Mack and Barney joined me. Mack slid his front to my back and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Break it down for me, baby."

"No."

"Okay, I'll break it down then."

"Why? It's not like I have any say in any of this apparently."

He chuckled.

"This isn't funny."

"Yeah, it is." He gave me a gentle squeeze. "Pauley's right, at least in her assessment, nothing's been decided, but that's not what you're pissed about, admit it."

"No," I snapped. "You two discussed something, which means you go all Tarzan on me and decide that what you've discussed is what's going to happen. What if I don't want you to move in with me?"

"You want me to move in with you."

"No I don't."

"Babe, you do and you know it."

"I am not giving the cow away, Logan. It's my house and you don't get to arbitrarily make decisions for me. It's my house!"

He laughed and I let out a frustrated squeal and moved away from him, but he pulled me back. "Settle, Darien."

"Suck it, Logan."

"You settle down and I'll fill you in on all the shit you're missin'." He rolled me to face him and I scowled as I set my head on my pillow. He smiled at me as he reached out to stroke my face. "One, I'm buyin' the cow, so you're most definitely not givin' it away."

I scowled deeper.

"Two, it's still your house. But we're gonna be married, so we're gonna need to make some decisions together on if it's where we want to be permanently, or if we want to buy somethin' bigger for when we have kids."

"Now we're getting married and having kids?" I tried to say it in a way to drive home the fact I didn't appreciate him making decisions for me, but my stomach had just gone jelly-like and my throat had gone dry.

He smiled. "Damn straight we are, Darien. The only thing you gotta decide right now, though, is if you want to trust me to buy your ring or if you want to go with me to pick it out."

"I want to pick it out," I said, and then growled. "I mean, I haven't agreed to marry you, so nothing. I don't want to do anything."

He grinned.

"Pauley was moving in with me to save money on rent, FYI, so how is she going to pay for an entire house when she didn't even want to pay for a one-bedroom apartment?"

"She's payin' less than what she would for a one-bedroom apartment."

"What?" I whispered.

"Darien, I own that house outright, so she's payin' me the equivalent of property taxes and upkeep, which means she's payin' me less than seven-hundred a month."

"Well, that's really sweet, Mack, but I was kind of hoping for her contribution to my mortgage."

"You don't need it because I'll be providing that."

"I can't ask you to do that."

He laughed again and then kissed me gently. "You're a fuckin' nut, baby."

"This is all too much and I have the headache from hell."

"I'm gonna say somethin', then you're gonna take some meds and sleep." I opened my mouth to object, but he kissed me, then whispered, "Shush."

I wrinkled my nose, but gave him a quick nod.

"I love you, Darien. And not just the, holy-shit-you're-the-sexiest-woman-on-earth-and-all-I-want-to-do-is-fuck-you-all-day-long, kind of love."

"That exists?" I retorted.

He grinned. "I can't imagine my life without you, sweetheart... just the three days apart nearly killed me, and I don't see any reason for us to wait... especially considering, your author mind gets working and makes up scenarios of all the things that can go wrong."

"It does not."

"So," he continued. "You and I are gonna make a life together. If you want to wait a bit to get married, we can, but I'm not sleepin' apart from you anymore, so might as well move in."

"You don't think this is all a little fast?"

He shrugged. "Do you love me?"

"Most days."

He laughed. "And on the other days?"

"I make a conscious effort to choose to love you."

"See? You've figured it out already."

I sighed. "You really think we're not just being dumb about all of this and rushing it?"

"People get together and break up for all sorts of reasons, Dare. I love you... and I know I love you because I've never loved anyone before. Not like this. You're the person I want to share everything with, you're my best friend, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're my soul. Without you I'm nothing."

"Logan," I whispered, and wrapped my arms around him. "I love you the same."

"I know." He settled me against his chest.

"We're going to need to buy a bed."

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "Yours is too soft and mine's too small."

"Okay, we'll buy a bed."

I burrowed my face into his neck and yawned. "I want the Pottery Barn one. The king-sized one with the padded headboard that costs, like, five-grand."

"For a bed?"

"For the bed I want." I yawned again. "And you're gonna buy it for us."

"Whatever you want, Darien."

"Damn straight."

I didn't know if he said anything after that, because I fell asleep in my favorite place (nestled against his body) and didn't wake again until just past three.