The Run (The Hell's Disciples MC Book 4) (32 page)

BOOK: The Run (The Hell's Disciples MC Book 4)

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“Go inside.” The outside is beautiful with its log façade and river rock, but the inside is where it’s at. Looking back at me, she smiles and holds out her hand, “Come with me.”

“Yeah.”

Walking up the steps, she holds my hand, keeping me close. Never thought I’d miss someone so much until I didn’t have them anymore. It was only a few months spent together, but it changed my life forever.

Spent a lot of time before Lennon, constantly taking shit. Giving my parents a hand with money, burying my little brother, dealing with Jess always shitting on me, and my brothers constant enjoyment in giving each other hell. With Lennon, I finally found a place to just be. Probably sound like a pussy, but fuck it feels good to just be with someone who accepts you, someone who doesn’t want something from you, other than just you.

I’ve finally got her back and there’s no way in hell I’m letting her go.

Pushing open the solid wood door, she starts kicking off her shoes. She lingers in the entryway, dancing on her bare feet, nervous to excited. The house isn’t huge. Hell, it’s not even big, but it’s enough for the two of us. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. Figured Lennon doesn’t care so much about the inside, it’s the outside she loves.

“These windows,” she whispers, walking over to the large floor to ceiling windows. Standing in front of them, she looks out onto the property. Overlooking the valley and river, they really are perfect. “They’re perfect.”

“Look around, babe.”

Lennon explores the house while I sit on the porch and soak it all in. In front of the fire, I nurse my beer and wait for her, wanted to give her a little time to enjoy it all.

Twenty minutes later, she’s standing in the doorway, an ear to ear smile on her face, and it stops me short. That year away from me did nothing to diminish her beauty. If anything, she looks more beautiful now than the day I met her.

“Come here.” Walking over to me, she crawls onto me and folds her legs around my waist. She’s close, but not nearly close enough. Wrapping a hand around the back of her neck, I pull her as close to me as I can get her. I’ve been deprived of this for a whole goddamn year.

It’s starting to get cold again. Fall is in the air, leaves are changing, and the air is crisp. Grabbing a blanket from the chair next to mine, I cover her up, letting the blanket fall over her back. In a few weeks, we’re likely to get our first snow up here, something Lennon missed last year. No doubt she’ll fucking love and want to spend hours outside in it.

“You like it?” She should. Down to the nails, I built it with her in mind. From the river rock shower, to natural wood coming from the surrounding property, and the picture windows in each room, letting the outside in, everything was done for her.

“Love it,” Lennon breathes. Her wet tears soak the skin of my neck. “Thank you.”

“Hope like hell those are happy tears, darlin’.”

“They are. I just missed you.”

“Missed the fuck outta you too.”

“We’re good?” She asks, her voice soft. Lennon and me, we’ve got some work ahead of us in this life, but I have no fucking doubt that we’ll make it fucking beautiful.

“Yeah darlin’, we’re fucking perfect.”