Page 12 of Ronny

My mom is the first one to run to me. I have towered over her since the age of fourteen. “I’m so glad you’re home.” She sniffs and I chuckle at her antics, while Dad grins down at her before hugging me with her squished in the middle.

“I’m glad to be home,” I tell them both. Over their shoulder, I see my uncles. Smiley and Lane, while Tiffany is riding behind her dad on his bike. Christopher, who is Lane’s son and the future president of the club, is grinning at me.

My two younger siblings, Trace and Arianna, are behind my parents, waiting for their turn to hug me. I hold out my arms and they jump into the group hug, which sets my mom off giggling.

Once they’ve had their fill, I turn to the rest of my family. Not everyone is blood-related but blood doesn’t make family; they have been a part of my life since the day my parents took me in.

Lane is holding my cut that he got off my bike. “It’s good to have you home, brother.” He hands me my cut and I slip my arms through it.

“It’s good to be home.” I hug him and turn to the next generation MC. One day it will just be us running shit.

Christopher is a couple years younger than me, and his dad is training him to take over one day. Mason and Cole, Wilder’s sons, are around the same age as Christopher. I hug them one by one. The list goes on and it thrills me that all of them are here to welcome me home.

Some of the Devil Souls MC kids are here too. We have all grown up together, so I’m just as close to them. Trenton, who is Torch’s son and is around my age, shakes my hand. “It’s good to have you home, maybe we can keep the girls out of trouble now.”

That sets off Tiffany. I give him a sympathetic look. “Yeah right.” I snort and we all bust out laughing. I have heard the stories over the years of how the girls are insane.

Greyson gives me a hug, still laughing. He is the future president of the Devil Souls MC.

After I greet everyone, Mom gives me another small hug. “I have your room all ready.” She beams at me and I look to my dad who has a knowing look on his face.

“Mom, I’m going home to Olivia,” I tell her softly, not wanting to upset her.

Her eyes widen before she grins. “About time!” She smacks me on the shoulder slightly, and I think I have been hit harder by a fly than that.

Dad pulls her to his chest. My mom had a hard life, Dad has told me the shit that she had to deal with. If her parents weren’t already fucking dead, I would be the one to end them.

When I told Dad I was interested in Olivia, he gave me some of the details that Mom had to deal with, informing me how he had to be patient with her.

It fucks with me that most of the women in my life have been hurt by the hands of a man—shit like that shouldn’t happen.

We all walk to our bikes, with my sister riding on the back of my younger brother’s one. It’s crazy to me that he has his own bike and he is riding.

I slide my leg over my bike, turning her on, and the purring sound it makes warms me. “Hell yeah.”

We all take off together riding. I split off, only to get to the house I had built for Olivia.

I can see her looking out of the window. She opens the front door and I grin at her. Olivia is wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs her frame.

She was beautiful when I first met her, but now she is unreal. She is all fucking mine. I can still taste her on my lips from that kiss at my last game.

I turn off my bike, swinging my leg over, and she takes off running like she did on the ice, and I chuckle, catching her and swinging her up so her legs wrap around my waist.

“Welcome home,” she tells me, smiling happily and tucking her head in the crook of my neck, and I just hold her tight.

“I’m so glad to be home,” I whisper, kissing the side of her head as I walk with her in my arms inside of our house.

I shut the door behind us with my foot. I may have had this house built but she made it a home. It’s all creams, golds, and oak wood. It has Olivia’s touch written all over it.

“I can’t believe you’re actually home!” She leans back, looking at me like she can’t believe I’m actually here.

I hold her up with one hand, reminding me how tiny she is. Cupping her cheek with my free hand, I tilt her head farther back. “I need one thing to make it more real.” I wink at her, hearing her catch her breath as I lean down to kiss her first.

She melts into me. In this moment, I kiss her with everything I feel for her. My hands slide from her face to her hair, burrowing deep into her locks. “Now I’m home,” I tell her when I pull back, her eyes hooded as she gazes at me.

Olivia smiles. “I think I might need another reminder.” She giggles and presses one soft, sweet kiss to my lips. “Food is done, if you’re wanting to eat,” she tells me, wiggling her butt to indicate she wants me to let her go, and I lift her up so she doesn’t rub against my dick. I know she is not ready for that.

I let her down gently on her feet as her hair swings around her face beautifully. “You’re beautiful.” I can’t help but run my hands through her long, blonde hair. “What did you make me?” I ask her, smelling the food coming from the kitchen.

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