Piper loved this house and he couldn’t deny her anything. Charley and John had helped with the down payment for the mortgage and together they’d paid him back. After ten years together they had four children to their name with a fifth on the way. David, Lily, Markus and Peter were the second best part of his life. Piper was the best thing that ever happened to him. “Stop swearing at your son.” Piper walked out of the kitchen with their three-year-old on her hip. Her stomach was barely rounded, as she was only a few months along. When she turned to grab a toy from the floor he saw the ink she’d gotten three months after they married. She’d kept asking him questions about his tattoos and he’d booked her an appointment. His name was there for him to see, showing who owned her. Piper never wore his leather cut but she had his name on her skin, turning him the fuck on. “He’s stolen my keys. I can’t deal with the fucking stress if he tries to ride away.” Running fingers through his hair, he looked at the plastic house he’d bought for the garden.
