“Yep. If you decide pink and fluffy is what you want then we’ll pick it up.”
Grace laughed, linking her arm through his. “Are you sure about that? They’ll beat the shit out of you.”
“Nah, they won’t. Well, they will, but I don’t give a shit. I’ll hold my own.”
“Do you fight a lot?”
“I used to. Don’t do it much anymore. I’m too old. When I’m really old, I’ll probably suffer with it.”
“Poor baby.” She kissed his cheek, and it was all worth it. The blue balls and the wet dreams were all worth it for her kisses, and the sweet scent of strawberry coming from her.
“I am a poor baby.”
They stayed linked as they started walking around the store.
Grace wasn’t cruel, and she picked out some oak tables and chairs. Drake also picked out several of the style they already had. Together they decided on a pink fluffy love seat as punishment, which he’d make sure stayed in the main clubhouse.
In no time at all they were back in the car, and he stopped off at the pet store. He helped pick the bed, some toys, some food, and a carrying case.
“Are you sure you’re ready for a pet?”
“No, not even close, but we can all love him. He’s so cute, and he’s white. Like a little ball of fluff. You’ll see him. We’ve taken you up on the offer of giving us a ride.”
“I’m pleased to be of service.”
“You are.”
Once her stuff was packed and resting in the passenger seat between them, they drove back to the clubhouse.
There was a small dumpster outside the doors, and the guys were still throwing shit away.
“Are you sure you don’t want to drop me off first?”
“Babe, there’s no way James would allow any of the brothers to fuck right now. He’d be so pissed.”
They climbed out of the truck, and before he even started to unload the truck, he entered the clubhouse.
Pixie and Leo were at either end of the room, arguing, which he was surprised about.
“You shouldn’t have started saying shit,” Leo said.
“You’re moping about the woman that’s fucking the gym teacher. Just goes to show you and Paul don’t have what it takes to keep a real woman.”
“You can’t even get a real woman to look at you, let alone have a single conversation,” Leo shot back.
“That’s it!” Pixie threw the brush down and walked toward Leo. Of course, Leo wouldn’t back down, and James appeared in between.
“I will knock you both fucking down if you don’t get back to business. You’ve cost the club a fucking fortune with your pansy ass complaining.” James turned to Leo. “You couldn’t keep Stacey because she was using you, just like she’s using that other guy. Deal with it, get over it, and move on. She has, and she’s not coming back.” He then turned to Pixie, his brother. “Suzy won’t even give you the time of day. She even eats in the kitchen with Teri so that she doesn’t have to listen to you. You’re not God’s gift to women. You can’t keep it in your pants, and you’re never going to have a chance with Suzy. Get your head out of your ass.”
Grace leaned in close. “I like him.”
Drake burst out laughing. She liked everyone who put Pixie in his place. The other day she liked Thomas, who’d slammed his fist in Pixie’s face for hitting on Sharon. It certainly had a lot of humor.
“Right, let’s unload this crap.”
With Grace’s help, he unloaded the truck, carrying in pieces of furniture. When it came to the pink fluffy love seat, the guys tried to stop her from bringing it in, but he helped her.
“Every time you look at it, you’ll remember this day,” Grace said, dusting her hands together. The scent of the paint was too strong, so they left the clubhouse soon after their work was done.