Loving Styles [Brac Village 12] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (15 page)

Styles pulled his bike next to the shack and cut the motor. Robby climbed off, removing his helmet as he glanced around. Everything looked the same. What was Styles up to?

Without a word, Styles dismounted and then led Robby inside the shack.

“Okay, I’m dying of curiosity.” Robby turned toward his mate. “Spill it.”

Instead of answering him, Styles gently placed his hands over Robby’s eyes and then they took a few steps forward, going deeper into the shack. It wasn’t that big to begin with. Where the hell was Styles taking him?

They came to a stop and then Styles placed a kiss on Robby’s neck before removing his hands. He still didn’t understand what was going on until Styles pointed down to the table.

Robby felt his heart beating faster when he saw blueprints laying there. He studied them, his eyes sweeping over the layout. The longer he looked at the blueprints, the wider his smile became. It seemed Styles had these plans drawn up, showing Robby the cottage that he had talked about building. “You’re really going to do it?” Robby turned and stared up at Styles.

“
We
,” Styles corrected him. “I want us to have a place of our own. I want us to have privacy, and be able to run in the woods on this land. I want us to grow old here, sitting on the front porch as we watch the sunset.”

Robby knew that Styles was having a difficult time saying he loved him. But he could see that the man was trying to say that in so many other ways. Did he really need to hear the words? It would be nice. He wasn’t going to push the man to say them, just enjoy how far he and his mate had come.

“How long before it’s complete?”

Styles hugged Robby from behind, resting his chin on Robby’s shoulder. The man seemed so damn content, so at ease here. He rested his hands over Styles’s arms, soaking in his mate’s melancholy mood.

“Since Roman is so busy, I couldn’t get him to build it. But he recommended some people and assured me that they could get it done in two months’ time.” Styles dropped another kiss on his shoulder before he released Robby.

There was something else. Robby could feel it. Styles stood there with an uncertain expression on his face. He was almost afraid to ask, but he hated to see his mate that way. “Tell me.”

Styles shook his head. “It’s not a matter of telling you. It’s a matter of asking you.”

Robby took a step back, his defenses going up. “Then ask me.”

Styles ran a hand over his short cropped hair, his eyes darting around the shack before landing on Robby. “Do you want to go for a run with me so you can see the land that we own?”

Styles was full of all kinds of surprises today. It was the last thing Robby had expected the man to ask. He became uncertain. Even though the two were mated and were getting along better than ever, Robby knew that Styles hadn't fully let go of his hatred for wolves. “Maybe some other time.”

It killed a part of him to say that. Robby knew he was denying who he was in order to keep the peace. He never wanted to see Styles go crazy again. Even though the man had remained calm when Robby had to shift and heal, he didn’t want to push his luck.

Styles shook his head, looking more determined than ever. “We’re going to be together for a very long time. Your wolf is a part of who you are and I accept that. I accept you. You’re my mate, Robby. I accept every part of you.”

Robby wanted to cry. Styles was trying. He really was. With a shaky breath, Robby nodded. “Okay.”

They walked outside. Styles undressed, setting his clothes by his bike. He stood there gloriously naked, watching Robby, waiting. With a shaky hand, Robby undressed. He took in a deep breath and then shifted.

Styles stood there for a moment, his eyes skimming over Robby’s wolf form. Robby couldn’t read the man, and was wondering what Styles was thinking. He was beginning to worry until Styles spoke.

“You really are beautiful.”

Robby trotted over to Styles, pushing his nose into the man’s hand. He wanted to feel his mate’s hand caressing his fur, accepting who he was. Styles let his hand brush over Robby’s head, a small smile on his lips. “Let’s go for a run.”

His mate shifted into his coyote form and the two took off, Robby bursting with joy and happiness as they explored their new home.

* * * *

Styles just got off the phone with Maverick, and to his dismay, had found out that the list still had not been recovered. Maverick confessed that the list may never be recovered. Someone out there had all the information they needed to destroy the paranormal world.

Styles just hoped like hell that it never came to that.

“I’m so excited,” Robby said next to him as both of them stood by Styles’s bike and watched the construction crew work at building their new home. It was almost complete. The foreman had told Styles that they were in something called the last phase.

Styles turned when he heard the roar of many motorcycles. He hadn’t been expecting anyone in the construction crew was already here. Who the hell could he be?

His eyes widened when he saw over a dozen motorcycles, trucks, and some cars pulling in. What in the hell was going on? He was even more shocked when he saw the Santiago brothers were among the bikers.

“Why are they here?” Robby asked.

Styles shook his head. “I have no clue.” He would’ve been worried, but Paine was standing in the back of Kenway’s truck, his arms stretched wide as he was shouting, “Woo-hoo!”

He walked over to Kenway’s truck when the man parked, going right for the driver’s door. “What is all this, Kenway?”

“A bonfire!” Paine shouted. “We’re here to celebrate your new home.”

Styles was truly baffled. “Why?”

Maverick strolled over to him, a smirk on his face. “It’s called having friends, coyote. Get used to it. This is what we do in Brac Village. Friends get together, celebrate, and have a good time.”

Friends? What the hell was the alpha talking about?

Law Santiago walked over to Styles, throwing his arm over Styles’s shoulder. “I brought the weenies.” He nodded toward his brothers. “I brought the food as well.”

Tryck flipped Law off. “Wienie this.”

“It looks great!” Spencer shouted as he climbed out of Bear’s truck. “Please tell me you have a sunroom where Robby and I can sit and gossip our asses off.”

“Spencer,” Bear said in a warning tone.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “I meant, sit and chitchat.”

Bear chuckled as he shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”

Styles watched as Ruttford set Xavier down on his feet, the toddler waddling toward him, screaming, “Uncle Size!”

He chuckled as he swooped the little guy up into his arms. “I’m having a swing set built out back just for you,” he whispered to Xavier before setting the little guy back on his feet. Xavier took off, running in circles and laughing as Styles turned back toward the large mob that had shown up.

He wasn’t sure what to make of all this. A large part of him smiled on the inside. He had no idea these men had considered him friend. He had been the meanest, surliest man around. It wasn’t like Styles had extended his hand of friendship to anyone.

But it seemed they had extended their hand to him.

“Let’s get this party started,” Frisco shouted. “Bonfire!”

Styles shook his head. That human was a nut job.

To Styles’s surprise, more people were showing up. The Lakelands pulled in, Chauncey on his motorcycle, Curtis behind him, holding his mate tight. His property was beginning to look smaller and smaller as more people gathered.

The sun had already set, and the crew had been cleaning up. Styles walked over and placed his hand on the foreman’s shoulder. “You guys are more than welcome to stay.”

The man chuckled and nodded. “Nothing wrong with having a good time after a hard day’s work.”

The bonfire was lit, the flames looking toward the sky as everyone laughed, and had a good time. He watched the children run around, chasing fireflies, and squealing in delight. Steele had his son cradled in his arm, as Diablo stood behind his mate and talked with Malcolm Lakeland.

The scene was so surreal. Styles wasn’t sure what to say or what to do. A large part of his hatred chipped away and fell at his feet as he stared at the men around him, men who lived and worked in Brac Village and called this place home.

Robby walked up to him, sliding his arms around Styles’s waist. “It seems like I’m not the only one who refused to give up on you.”

Standing there, the flames of the bonfire reflecting off of Robby’s eyes, Styles felt his heart fill with joy, happiness, and all the love he felt toward his mate. He swallowed around the lump in his throat as he ran his hand over Robby’s head. “I–I love you.”

Robby winked up at him. “I know. I’ve known all along.”

Styles threw his head back and laughed as he wrapped his arms tightly around his mate. He spotted Tryck heading toward him and mockingly snarled at the man.

Tryck stopped at his side, a wicked smile on his face. “This still doesn’t make us friends.”

No, but this went a long way in healing Styles. He knew that loving him hadn’t been easy, but Robby had stuck by his side, never giving up, and making Styles see that loving a wolf wasn’t an impossible feat, that he could be happy and content with Robby for the rest of his life.

“Nope,” Robby answered Tryck for him. “It makes us family.”

“Hell no,” Styles and Tryck shouted at the same time
, but in Styles’s mind, he knew he had found the perfect place to live and the perfect place to heal.

THE END

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