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Chewing my bottom lip, I think about it for a moment. Is it a problem I’m getting married today, and one of my future husbands is rocking a pair of holey jeans and worn leather boots? Not really. He looks great.
Rot opens the top dresser drawer and pulls out a bowtie. He wraps it around his throat and clips it in the front. It’s solid black, making him look like a Chippendales dancer.
Arms thrown wide, he lifts his chin. “Is this any better?”
“No,” I sputter, trying hard not to laugh.
“Sola,” Rot deadpans.
“Rot,” I mimic, using his same unimpressed tone.
“Are you trying not to laugh at your husband?” His nose wrinkles the cutest way.
“Maybe?” I shrug, playing into our flirty antics.
“You don’t like the bowtie?” Rot flicks this stupid thing and grins.
“No. I don’t like the bowtie. I’m marrying a biker, not a dancer.”
Unfastening the accessory, he tosses it onto the bed. “Fine. Then I guess it’s time to get married.” Offering me his elbow, Rot escorts me to the door, where he pauses and looks down at me. “Last chance to back out.”
I snort. I can’t help it.
My last chance to back out?
I'm pretty sure the last chance I had to back out of anything was before I arrived here in the first place. Once I walked through those church doors, this has been my home, for better or worse.
I open my mouth to reply, but Rot beats me to it. “Too late. Time’s up.” He winks, and oh, what that does to my insides, even now, as he leans down and pecks my cheek. “Look at it this way, Red.” He drags his nose up to my temple. “Most women get a single, boring dick for the rest of their lives. You get three.”
“Three boring dicks?” My lips twitch.
“No.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.”
“Red.”
“What?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“That’s what you said.”
Growling in frustration, Rot nips my cheek. “If you don’t stop sassing back, I’m gonna fill your mouth with my cock right now.”
“Promise?” I bat my sexy lashes at him.
He blows out a breath. “Christ. Woman.”
“What? I like—” Covering my mouth with his hand, effectively shutting me up, Rot orders me to close my eyes as he escorts me wherever we need to go, and I giggle. I can’t help it. Getting under his skin is one of my favorite things. It riles him up, as evidenced by the thickness prodding my back as he guides me to the front church steps where we first met.
Releasing me, Rot quickly kisses my cheek and hands me over to Creature, then dashes back inside before I can ask what the plan is.
Chapter
Forty-Five
This is it.
