Page 67 of Saint's Sinner

“Oh god, not you too,” Night moaned.

“Not me too what?”

“Teasin’ me like Sinn was doing.”

“Oh really and what were you two getting up to while I wasn’t around to see it?”

“I’d rather show you later than tell you about it.”

“Mmmmmm,” Saint murmured. “Guess that means I’d better go help the guys bring in the heavy stuff.”

“How much is left?”

“The long dresser, and my old bed, which is going in the spare room,” Saint replied. “Then we’ll head over to the furniture store to pick up the set we picked out. I was hoping to take your list with me.”

It was said with the barest hint of reproach, just enough to remind Night that when tasks were given, his Dom expected them to be completed in a timely fashion. Still, Saint didn’t let go when Night started to straighten up, and instead, caressed him more, his teeth scraping the pulse point beneath Night’s ear, flooding his body with endorphins.

“It’ll be ready.”

“That’s my good boy,” Saint murmured against his skin.

Just hearing that from him made Night shiver and let out a low moan.

Saint turned him loose then, but with renewed focus and the thrill of knowing that it would please his Dom a great deal to be able to shop for the things they needed while they still had the truck rented and help to haul it home and get it unloaded.

Which reminded him… they still needed groceries.

The only appropriate thank you for this kind of undertaking was a homecooked meal and a cooler full of ice-cold beers, neither of which they’d have until Night got a move on.

Night sucked in a breath and bent his head to the task, writingcouchbefore adding specifics. Likefootrestsso the thing almost resembled a bed. He wanted it wide, dominating the back wall and the side wall too. Night had no idea what the hell those kinds of couches were called, so he drew it out, wanting enough space on it for them and the dog they were looking forward to adopting.

Night had never understood how people could get a pet and then bitch about it getting hair on the furniture. At that point, either get a fuckin’ aquarium, or a pet with scales or feathers, that or a furless cat. As far as he was concerned, it took a real asshole of a pet owner to fuss about fur after getting a pet that was covered in it.

His inner voice screamed at him to focus. They’d had that very conversation about fur when they’d talked about what kind of dog they wanted. Nothing small and no puppies. It wasn’t that they were unwilling to train one, it was just that they all shared the same feelings about there being adult dogs who’d sat too long at shelters, while everyone snapped up the cute and adorable pups.

Going together to adopt was a must, they wanted to be certain that whatever pet they chose was one that would bond with all three of them. Now, there had been a debate about onedog or two, but in the end, the consensus had been await and seesort of thing that could only be answered once they got to the shelter and had the opportunity to meet the dogs that were housed there.

He wrote down end tables, lamps, and a flatscreen television, since the only one they had between them was the one that had come down off the wall of Saint’s bedroom. That one was going on the wall opposite their bed.

Through the window, Night spotted them carrying the mattress up the walkway, and realized that they would need curtains, especially with the way they liked to parade around naked.

Might want to add something to sit their asses on and a table to eat off of too. Table for six…for eight…for four, how the hell did people make those kinds of decisions? At the very least they should have places for six, for when Bellamy, Wreck and Cody came over. If there was a need for more than that, then he trusted Saint would make that adjustment.

The kitchen had a gigantic island running down the center of it, giving him plenty of counter space. Some barstool style chairs there might be nice, so he wrote those down too, along with an entertainment center for the game room and a trio of easy chairs. They couldn’t need more than that, at least to get them started, though…Night thought about the mahogany bar that had always sat in the corner of the family den when he’d been growing up. Might be nice to have one of those in the game room.

Staring down at the list, he had a moment to wonder if he was going overboard, then Sinn excitedly called his name, and Night hurried to see what he’d gotten up to.

“What’s going on?” Night asked as he entered the room and didn’t see hide nor hair of Sinn until he popped his head out of the closet, grinning.

“You’ve got to check this out!”

When Night stepped into the huge walk-in closet, he was shocked to see a door that couldn’t have been more than three foot tall, open along the left wall. There was no handle on the back of it, which was probably why none of them had noticed it when they’d done a walkthrough of the house.

“The hell?” Night said as he squatted and pulled his phone from his pocket, activated the flashlight, and bent to shine it inside so he could get a closer look.

“I accidentally kicked the wall and that thing swung open and clocked me in the shin,” Sinn explained as he rubbed it. “Hurts like a bitch too. Fucker is solid.”

“About two inches thick,” Night said as he shone the light around.

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