Page 35 of Logan
Wanna taste that great wide open freedom
Wanna make the distance razor thin
Wanna feel you feel me feel you breathin'
'Til we can't tell where you end and where I begin
‘Closer To You’ - Carly Pearce
Waking up, my chest feels heavy. For a split second, I think it’s the weight of everything going on with the club, the Savage Knights, the constant pressure of leading. Then I shift, and the truth hits me, literally.
The reason is her.
Kenzie is asleep on my chest, her hair spilling over my skin, warm breaths ghosting across me in slow, even rhythm. Her face is soft, peaceful in a way I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before. The lines of tension she’s been carrying for weeks are gone, smoothed out by whatever dreams she’s having.
I didn’t know how last night would end. I’d come into it knowing it could go either way. She could forgive me for every mistake I’ve made, every bit of bullshit I’ve put her through. Or she could shut me out for good. I tighten my arms around her, holding on like maybe I can keep her here if I just never let go.
The clock on my nightstand glares red numbers at me. Ten minutes until I need to be out the door if I’m going to make it to church on time. The last thing I want to do right now is leave.
Slowly, I slide out from under her, careful not to jostle her awake. My gaze lingers on her in my bed. The sheet sits just at her waistline, the bare curve of her back and shoulders exposed to the dim morning light filtering through my blinds. My hands actually itch to touch her, to trace my fingers down the smooth expanse of skin.
I curse under my breath. If I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all.
In the kitchen, I grab a piece of paper and write her a note telling her where I’m headed and that she can take my truck from the garage if she wants to come by when she wakes up. I fold it, placing it on the counter, when her voice cuts through the quiet behind me.
“You are not leaving me another goddamn note.” I turn just in time to see her cross the space between us, shoving me in the chest. “Didn’t I tell you this was it, Logan? You cannot do this to me again.”
The frustration on her face should probably make me tread carefully, but it just makes me want her more. I laugh and grab her face, pulling her in for a kiss.
She lets it happen for a second before pushing me away, fire in her eyes. “What the hell?”
Still smiling, I pick the note up off the counter and hand it to her. “Read it.”
Her eyes scan the page, and slowly, her whole expression changes. A small smile tugs at her lips, and a flush blooms across her cheeks. “Sorry. I just saw it and I panicked.”
“All good, babe. If you can be ready in five, I can wait and take you on the bike. If you need longer, I have to head out.” My thumb brushes across her bare shoulder, the heat of her skin making it damn hard to think about church at all.
“I’ll get ready quick.” She presses a quick kiss to my cheek before darting into the bedroom.
When she comes out, she’s in black pants and one of my MC sweatshirts, the sleeves just a little too long on her. “I borrowed this because I really didn’t want to wear the crop top from Ambrosia to the club.”
“You look damn good in my clothes.” I kiss her again, just enough to make her laugh, then force myself to pull away. “You’re lucky I have church, or I’d take your sexy ass right back in that room.”
We head out to the bike, and she climbs on behind me, her arms sliding around my waist. This time there’s more warmth in the way she holds on. When I pull away from the curb, a grin pulls at my mouth without my permission.
Driving to my club, on my bike, with my girl. This is how it’s supposed to be.
The ride is quick. I’d picked my neighborhood because it was close enough to the club to get there fast, but far enough that I could have some space when I wanted it. Pulling into the lot, I make it with only a couple minutes to spare. Usually I’m here early. Being president means setting the tone, making sure I’m the one holding the standard.
Walking in with Kenzie’s hand in mine draws a few yells and whistles from the room. Shaina calls out, “About damn time!”
I shake my head, but when I glance over, Kenzie’s cheeks are bright red.
“I’ll be out in a little bit.” I kiss her quickly before heading toward the back.
In the chapel, my brothers are already seated, most of them wearing shit-eating grins. I take my place at the head of the table. “First order of business if it wasn’t clear walking in, I’m claiming Kenzie.”
The table erupts in cheers, fists pounding against the wood. The sound echoes in my chest.
