Hatch shook his head. “You kittin’ out the bedroom upstairs?”
“Yeah.”
“Keep receipts, the club’ll cover it. Grab a dresser, nightstands, whatever you think it needs.”
“Really?” I said with a squeak.
“Yeah, sweetheart, go crazy,” Hatch said.
I narrowed my eyes. “How crazy?”
“As crazy as you like.”
“Uncle Hatch, you’ve met me, right?”
“Yeah, baby girl, I’ve met you. I also know your man, he’ll know when to stop you.” He nodded toward Cash. “But you don’t have a limit, brother. Let her go crazy, anything south of a hot tub.”
I clapped my hands and jumped up and down before hugging Hatch. “I love you the bestest!”
“Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”
I grinned. “Your spleen is safe for the moment, big man.”
“I can die happy.” He smirked, focusing on Cash again. “I want you to take a couple of guys with you. Don’t want you in the front. If anyone’s watchin’, don’t want them to see you leave.”
“Right.” Cash sighed. “Good point.”
“Have fun,” Hatch said, and walked away.
I grinned wide and wrapped my arms around Cash. “Are we sure we can’t buy a hot tub?”
Cash laughed, and after checking in with Booker, we grabbed Razor and Buzz and headed out.
* * *
We arrived back at the club close to six hours later and I was exhausted. Exhilarated but positively pooped. We’d decided to drive over the bridge into Vancouver to a furniture warehouse the club frequented, because they often had stuff you could take home the same day and they did not disappoint. We found a bed, mattress, dresser, armoire, two nightstands, three lamps, a recliner, and even some artwork.
The bed caused a bit of an argument but when Cash finally saw my vision, it was an easy sell.
“Babe, this is the fifth bed we’ve looked at it, it’s fine,” he’d bit out.
“It’s not right,” I said.
“It’s a fuckin’ bed. The mattress is the hardest thing to find anyway, and we got that right off the bat. What’s wrong with this?” He pointed to the giant upholstered, king-sized bed in the corner of the store.
I gripped his cut and looked up at him. “Can you tie me to it?”
“Come again?”
“I’d like to,” I snapped. “Come again… and again and again. So, look for something four-poster, or with railing. No sleighbeds, no upholstery, unless there are hidden hooks in it for a little kinky fun.”
“Why thefuckdo you say shit like that to me when I can’t do anything about it?” he growled before kissing me hard and fast.
“Because you were pissing me off. If you’d just listened to me in the first place, we’d have already been out of here,” I sassed, running my finger down his chest. “If there’s something you can tie me from above, bonus points for you.”
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.
