The Biker's Fate Chapter 643

He didn't hesitate then, and we found the coolest freaking bed on the planet. It was made out of wrought iron that looked like twisted tree branches with little gold leaves at the ends. It even had a canopy that he could, in fact, tie me to.

The furniture was loaded into the truck and then we stopped at our local Freddie's for sheets, bedding, and bathroom essentials. While the men put the bed together, I washed the bedding and directed where I wanted everything in the room to go.

Cash surprised me by bringing his TV from home (a prospect picked it up in case anyone was watching the house) and setting it up on the dresser across from the bed, saying, "I'm not sure how long we'll be here, but we can always pick up another TV when we move in together."

"We're moving in together?"

He let out a quiet snort but didn't actually answer my question.

"Cash?"

"Yeah, Turtle?" he asked distractedly as he connected the cables to the TV.

"When did you decide we're moving in together?"

"When we get engaged, I figured it'd be the next step." He moved from behind the television and grabbed the remote, handing it to me. "Hit the power button when I say go, okay?"

"Sure," I said, then processed what he said. "Wait, what do you mean, 'when we get engaged'?"

"Go," he said, and I hit the power button.

The TV came on and the menu button came up on the screen.

"Menu screen's up," I said.

"Excellent." He shimmied out from behind the dresser and pushed it back against the wall.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

He grinned, taking the remote from me and setting it next to the TV. "What was the question?"

"Cash," I hissed, and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around me.

"Gonna marry you, Turtle. Doesn't need to happen immediately, but it's gonna happen. I love you, and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I'm not lettin' you go."

I bit my lip. "I have two conditions."

"Anything."

"I want all of this furniture. We'll need to figure out how to pay the club back for it."

"Wasn't planning on submitting the receipts." He smiled. "We'll take it to the new place with us. What's the second condition?"

"I want to live close to my parents."

"Done. We'll start looking for a place to buy next week."

"Wait, buy?" I frowned. "Cash, I don't have enough money saved—"

"I do."

"You do?"

"Yeah." He cocked his head. "Not to mention, my AARP status'll get me a low down payment option and a kickass interest rate."

I burst out laughing as Cash pulled me into his arms.

"You gonna marry me?"

I met his eyes. "You gonna propose to me in a manner in which I deserve?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

I grinned up at him. "Then… maybe."

He gave my butt a smack and then kissed me. "Love you."

"Love you too." I gripped his cut. "This means we're going to have to talk to my dad about shacking up."

"Yeah, I'm aware. We'll give him a few to get used to us actually sleeping in the same bed before we do that, yeah?"

I nodded. "Probably a good idea."

I pulled away long enough to glance around the room. "It's missing something."

"What?" Cash asked, pulling open a dresser drawer and dumping in a pile of shirts from the laundry basket.

"A rug," I said before taking the laundry basket from him and scooping his shirts back out of the drawer.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

"You are not an animal," I declared. "These should be folded and set neatly inside. Otherwise, how will you know what you're putting on?"

"They're all pretty similar, what does it matter?"

"Are they even clean?"

"Mostly."

I scrunched up my nose in horror. "Please, for the love of god, don't tell me you put clean shirts in with dirty."

He shrugged.

"Oh my god, gross." I dumped the load into our brand new hamper. "I'm going to wash these again."

"That's not a threat that bothers me."

"Well, do not think weaponized incompetence is going to work on me, Cash. I'm fine with working as a team and I actually like doing laundry, it's calming, but if you want to do the majority of the cooking, you can, because I hate that."

He grinned. "I can do that."

I cocked my head. "That was a little too easy."

"I hate fuckin' doin' laundry, Teagan, so if you're willin' to take that off my plate, I'll happily cook," he said. "I like cookin'."

"I know you do, that's why I suggested it." I lifted the hamper and faced him. "That does not mean I won't ask you from time to time to perhaps switch a load or throw one in, but I'll fold and put away, which I know is the biggest pain in the ass. Deal?"

"Deal, baby."

"Okay, let me go start one now so you have something to wear this week."

"You want help now?"

"No, if you could go rustle up something to eat, that would be great. Wine would be good too. Dinner and a movie would be awesome."

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss me quickly. "On it."

I headed upstairs to where the washers and dryers were housed and dropped in a load, then made my way back down to our room. Cash wasn't back so I grabbed my laptop and went searching for a rug to 'tie the room together.'