Page 66 of Piston
Elijah smiles into the kiss before nipping my bottom lip, then whispers, “I do believe we need a shower.”
I laugh at his words, and he stands, bringing me with him, my legs still wrapped around his waist, unable to wipe the smile off my face….
A few hours later, I walk down the stairs of his log house dressed in leggings, a black backless tee, and my property cut.
The house is beautiful.
Our room has an attached en suite that is to die for; a twin shower head, a jet bath, and twin sinks. It has a his and hers walk in closet that’s a woman’s dream, a leather bench seat in the middle separating both sides, which, yes, he bent me over it after our morning shower sex, and forced me to watch him screw me from behind in the mirrors which are actually doors for where shoes and jewelry are kept.
That’s my side, apparently.
The room has a massive king-size bed with light gray throws, wooden walls, and a massive window overlooking the trees in front of the house.
There are four more rooms up here, two bathrooms between the bedrooms, and a glass roof on another level, with a pull-out couch and TV.
I smile a little, still a little unsure knowing he could probably do better than me, than my fears. I stop on the bottom step, my eyes looking around.
Again, the walls are wooden, and the hardwood flooring is dark, but a light brown rug lies in the middle of the room.
“What do you think of your new home, baby?” Elijah asks as he walks my way, wearing his usual jeans and tee. His cut is on, his hair messy, and my mouth waters….
He smirks, seeing my reaction, before he takes me in his arms, lifting me a little so my feet dangle. I admit, “It’s beautiful. I especially love the open living area and kitchen combo….”
He grins, then kisses me, and I melt.
I wasn’t lying; I do love it.
He has a massive dark brown couch, a glass coffee table, and a dark brown recliner facing the open fireplace, where I can already picture cuddling up with him or reading a good book. The TV is on the wall above it. A large breakfast bar delineates the kitchen, and a dining table is in the nook under the archway to the right of the kitchen.
The house is perfect, just like its owner.
Elijah’s tongue tangles with my own, and I groan, holding him tighter.
If anyone is worth fighting your fear for, it's him….
After gently biting my bottom lip, he breaks the kiss and asks, "Do you fancy going to the diner for breakfast? I’ll bring you back here afterward, and while I’m in church, you can go pack a few bags.”
I chuckle. “Not willing to wait, huh?”
He shakes his head. “Nope. With you, Diamond, I know to act first and ask later.”
I laugh and kiss him before he lets me down and guides me out of his house—I mean,ourhouse—and onto his bike.
Damn, that’s going to take a while to get used to.
It doesn’t take us long before we get to Huntsmen Grub, and we walk in hand in hand.
Perrie, the beautiful waitress Acid can’t sack up and claim, which I can understand if he’s anything like his brother, sends us a smile while ignoring Acid, who’s sitting in a booth, watching her.
Elijah snorts and pulls me to his brother’s table.
“Still not got the nerve to make her yours yet?” Elijah asks as he sits opposite his brother, pulling me down with him, and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
Acid rolls his eyes but smiles wide when he notices me. He instantly changes the subject and asks, “Did you agree to move in?”
I smirk. “Nice subject change.” He grins. “And yes, I did agree. It won’t be easy, but I’m willing to try.”
Acid’s green eyes soften as Elijah kisses my head.