She moved to the side so she could see it better. “Who’s it for?” Her voice was barely audible.
“You. I was tired of waiting for you and Aunt Shay to make up your minds, so I took matters into my own hands.” He took her hand. “Come look at your new home.”
The Last Riders had cleared off the land on the opposite side of the factory and the clubhouse to build a two-story house. Viper had even put up a white picket fence.
“I finally convinced Drake to sell me that property at Christmas,” her husband confessed, as he led her up the path identical to the one at the clubhouse.
She stepped into her new kitchen, stunned by how beautiful it was. The cabinets were white, and there was a huge double oven. She ran her hand along the surface of the gray marble-top counters. There was also a large table, and as she grew closer, she saw it looked like cracked glass.
The living room was next to the kitchen, but unlike the clubhouse, it was an open concept, so she would be able to talk to Viper as she cooked dinner. She ran her hand along the soft gray leather sofa with white pillows. It looked big enough to hold ten people.
“The Last Riders are not allowed to fuck on my couch,” she warned.
“I’ve already threatened them,” Viper assured her.
Turning, she went to the banister that led upstairs. The black stairway led to a large room with three single doors and one doorway that had a double door. The big room was meant to be a family room where children could play, and she and Viper could watch television. In fact, the television was enormous; she hadn’t even known they were made that big.
“Is that a soda fountain?” she asked, seeing it, a mini-fridge, and a coffee pot on the wall counter.
“Yes. It’s for when you girls all want to have a movie night or an all-night drinking party.”
“Or game nights.” She rolled her eyes at his explanation. She would never get the men out of here. “Do all those have beer on tap?”
Viper pulled her hand. “We’ll get rid of it when the baby gets big enough to climb. Let’s look at the bedroom. The walls are all white except for the master bedroom. I thought you would want to put your touch up here.”
Viper guided her through the three bedrooms before he opened the double doors of the master bedroom. The bed was a king, and it still only took up a fourth of the room. There were chairs that were set facing the road and the mountains above. She went to the bathroom, which was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The black and grey bathroom was almost the same size as the bedroom. It was no spa retreat; it was an attack on the senses, from the two rainfall showerheads to the sleek style of the double sinks. It was everything she could have wished for.
“It’s beautiful. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Does it beat Shade’s?”
“Yes. It looks like it belongs in a magazine.”
“Sasha designed it.” Viper’s grin filled his whole face.
“She did the whole house?” Winter had seen decorating shows on television that couldn’t compare to what she was staring at in shock. Sasha had combined her and Viper’s tastes into one that would work for both of them. It wasn’t too feminine or masculine, using neutral colors, and soft fabrics.
“Yes.” His grin disappeared, waiting to see her reaction.
“It even has a tub. I just can’t believe it. It’s like a dream, and you’re going to wake me up. She did a gorgeous job.” Winter threw herself in Viper’s arms. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”
“The men worked all morning to install that tub. It even has jets. The bathroom had a vanity, but when you said you loved a bath, I wanted you to have it.”
“I bet the men were upset about having to change it.” The tub could fit four people.
“Rider cried.”
Winter laughed so hard she cried.
“You haven’t seen the best yet.” He led her down the steps that ran past a small hall on the other side of the kitchen, where there were two doors, one with frosted glass that had Laundry painted on the door.
She looked inside. “Everyone is going to be jealous that I won’t have to take the dirty laundry to the basement anymore.”
She closed the door before opening the next one down and seeing another master bedroom. The only difference was that the upstairs one had been done in turquoise, and this bedroom was in soft purples with a full bed.
“I meant this room to be for Aunt Shay.”
Winter turned to him. “You built this room for Aunt Shay?”
“I thought, if Cash can live with Mag, I can live with Aunt Shay.”
Winter threw herself into her husband’s arms, kissing his lips before lifting her gaze to his. “I am the luckiest woman on earth. I don’t know how you did all this in under three weeks, but I’m amazed at how well it turned out.”
“It almost cost me a divorce, the men threatening to leave, and six of them threatening to sue me for bodily injury for lugging that tub upstairs, but if you’re happy, I’m happy.”