Page 68 of Amy's Santa

Lady chuckles. “There’s an organisation that supports any and all religions. Doesn’t matter which deity or whether it’s one or a number. All you need to do is say you follow some such creed or other, and they’ll ordain you.”

Olivia’s trying not to laugh. “But you’d need to lie. You don’t follow any religion.”

“Actually, I live my life damn near the principles of one,” Lady growls, in a voice warning us not to judge. Again I raise an eyebrow, and he continues, “Satanism.”

Now both of us crack up and laugh. He’s a Satan’s Devil after all. But my laughter fades when I notice he’s looking quite serious.

“I’m an atheist for a start,” he tells us seriously. “Satanists don’t worship anyone, least not the Devil. But they do have a number of rules that I’m quite comfortable with.”

“Such as?” He’s caught my interest.

“Show respect in someone’s home, and if someone’s in yours and doesn’t show you the same respect in return, treat him without mercy.” He shrugs. “Sounds fair enough to me. Then there’s don’t harm children and don’t kill animals except for food or if you’re attacked.” He grins again. “Then there’s the one against making sexual advances unless you’re given the mating signal. I could go on. Thing is, Satanism actually makes a lot of sense to me, it’s less invasive than any other ‘religion’, and doesn’t involve sacrificing virgins or praying to gods. It’s more about do unto others as you’d want done to you, and live and let live unless people cross you.”

Hmm. Interesting. I make a mental note to look more into it later, but concentrate on the real issue for now. “So you could really marry us?”

His shoulders rise and fall. “Yes. As long as I fill in the forms.”

Olivia’s looking at me, her head tilted slightly to the side. I answer her unspoken question. “I like, no, Ilovethe idea, Ollie, if Hawk and Drew go for it.”

“It would be one more thing ticked off,” Olivia agrees. “Venue and officiant.”

Thank God. Or rather in this case, Satan. I’ve been beginning to regret agreeing to this double wedding.

“I’ll get the ball rolling.” Lady winks as he stands, and nods as he leaves us.

“Think we’ve made progress at last. I’m calling it a day now.” I start to stand, my hand covering a yawn as I do.

“Yeah, okay,” Olivia says distractedly, typing something on her tablet.

Back in the suite, I sit down and start pulling some plans toward me. So far I’ve not bothered to look for a local job. Not because I don’t want one, but when I’m not planning the wedding with Olivia, I’m working with Shooter on his new project, building Drew and my house. Of course, that’s still in the early stages, but floor plans have to be agreed for a start, and earlier I’d received Shooter’s latest reworking.

“How’s it looking, babe?” Drew enters, goes to the fridge and grabs a beer. He holds one out to me, I shake my head.

“Better,” I tell him. “I like the layout of the bedrooms now, they’re mostly the same size.” If we are blessed with a family, I don’t want the kids to have unequal rooms. Drew initially asked for seven bedrooms, we’d settled on four. I really hope he was joking when he said he’d settle for extending and adding on more when we need them.

Coming over, he takes a look. “I like that,” he says. “And the bathroom adjacent to the master suite is huge. We can get a nice big shower in there.”

“And a tub,” I say fast.

“You women and your tubs,” he chuckles. Then, his eyes meet mine, and his smile disappears, he suddenly looks very serious. I cock my eyebrow, a silent question, my gut suddenly rolling. “Need you to do something, babe.”

Now I do verbalise the question. “What?”

Reaching over to the table, he opens his tablet and clicks a few keys. He starts to read something for a moment.

“Drew, what is it? You’re worrying me.”

There’s a glint in his eye as he regards me. “Oh, you should be worried, babe.” But the smirk he can’t quite keep off his face starts to widen. “It’s nice that ass play isn’t a hard limit for you.”

What. The. Fuck?

“And that bondage is a definite yes.”

“Drew,” I start, wondering how the hell he knows that. Then say louder and indignantly, “Drew!”

My old man, soon-to-be husband, is a computer hacker. He can go where most others can’t, and apparently, where most with a smidgeon of decency wouldn’t. There are only two ways he could have found out my limits. One, by asking Xander who wouldn’t give away my secrets, and two by hacking into my private details at the club.

“You didn’t!”

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