Page 63 of Honor and Claim


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I spread my fingers out. “These hands are deadly.” I wiggle my fingers. I still can’t believe all that went down. It was all very Z, though. The man is sneaky and plots further ahead than any of us can imagine. I think his hands are actually the most deadly in the room if you're going off tonight.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” Z comes up behind me, wrapping one arm around my stomach, the other over my chest. I grip his forearm, dropping my head all the way back to stare up at him.

“If you are.” I lick my lips. I don’t think the scene that played out in front of me tonight should be a turn-on, but God knows I can’t control what turns my vagina on these days.

“More than ready.” He spins me around in his arms, taking my mouth in a kiss. This one is different from all of our others. I can’t even explain it. It’s possessive but also freeing.

It’s the first time that everything is out in the open to everyone when it comes to our relationship. We no longer have to hide. We can finally show our love for one another openly.

“Take me home.” Z wastes no time, lifting me into his arms and heading toward the doorway. We don’t even bother saying goodbye. I merely wave over his shoulder at Warren and Tova as I’m carted away.

I expect to see the car we came in waiting for us when we exit the restaurant, but it’s nowhere in sight. What the heck?

“Did you call for the car?” I ask Z, who begins placing me down on my feet.

“We’re not taking the car.” Confused, I follow his line of sight. That’s when I see his motorcycle. Holy crap. I’ve dreamt of Z taking me out on his bike so many times. Fantasized about it actually.

Z grabs my hand, leading me over to it. I can’t help but reach out and run my fingers along it. Excitement courses through my veins. “Ready for a little adventure?” I bounce on my heels, extra excited.

“No. I’m ready to finally start our lives together.” I know Z was probably waiting for me to say something sarcastic or smartass, so I don’t let him down. “You’re buying me a new dress and shoes if these get ruined.”

“I’ll be ruining that dress by the end of the night.” He grabs one of the helmets left on the seat, putting it onto my head before holding up a leather coat for me to put on too. The man really has planned this night out, and there is nothing sexier than a man with a plan.

Z puts his helmet on before throwing his leg over the bike and sitting down. He offers me his hand, helping me on. I wrap myself around him as he fires the thing up and takes off.

I keep a tight hold on him as he moves through the city, and to my surprise, it’s not in the direction of the family farm. When he pulls into an underground parking lot, I know we're at his place in the city. I suppose if we're married, it's now mine too.

Up ahead, I see a giant door slide open, and Z drives right in, with it closing behind us. Half a second later, I feel it start to move. It's a freaking elevator for a vehicle. Z turns off the crotch rocket and removes his helmet.

"I know you've been wondering about this place," Z says after helping me off the bike along with my helmet.

"A little." I shrug, both of us knowing I'm full of crap. I hated this place when I knew Z would come here and not stay at the farm. In my mind, it was a bachelor pad. I don't think that at all anymore, but I still want to see it.

I love the family farm. We all grew up there, but I also love the city.

"Well, feel free to change anything, or we can find a new place." The door slides open to enter right into the penthouse.

"Holy Batman." I gasp. "That is totally cool." I step inside to the open floor plan. My eyes go straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows that line the entire wall of the living room, which leads into the dining area and kitchen. I love how it all flows. "Is that a balcony?" I ask. I bet you can see the whole city from up here.

"One of them."

"One!" I squeak.

“There is a roof with a big patio and garden area. I might have a pool up there too.” He takes my hand, leading me up to show me. Then he brings me back down, showing me the rest of the place. At every turn or new area, I’m more shocked.

I can tell from all the details that this place isn’t a bachelor pad on any level. It was never close to that. From the start, he built it with us living here as a couple in mind. It shouldn’t surprise me that Z carefully planned our lives out in advance.

“Don’t cry.” He cups my cheeks.

“I’m not crying; sometimes a girl gets overwhelmed.” I sniff.

“That’s good because I still have one more thing to show you.” I can tell from his smirk that whatever it is, it’s the grand finale. How, I’m not sure, because the closet in the master is a studio all on its own with custom cabinets for my clothes, display areas for my shoes, and a glam area. There was even a freaking stage surrounded by mirrors for me to see myself from every angle!

He leads me to a wall that has a thin but long accent table against it. "It could potentially be used for a piece of art," I tell him, making him chuckle.

"I'm sure you can find us one, but you'll have to cut it in half."

"What?" I ask with a laugh.