Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(115)

Hound held me close for a long beat.

Then he grunted.



After I’d taken him there with my mouth, I slid the tip of my tongue up the underside of his cock and lifted my eyes to his face just as I hit the edge of the rim of his cockhead.

His head came up off the pillows and he murmured roughly, “Up here, baby. Come sit on my face.”

I felt a nice shiver but I didn’t go up there and sit on his face.

I’d do that later.

Right then, I moved my tongue to the bottom of the lance tatted into the hair between his legs and I stroked it up, up, right to his heart.

I put my chin there and again turned my gaze to him.

He’d shifted his arms so his head was resting on his hands, his attention on me.

“You got Native American blood in you, cowboy?” I asked quietly.

“No,” he answered, watching me intently.

“An interest in that culture?” I went on.

“No,” he repeated.

“Me,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” he whispered back.

God, yes, he’d loved me for a long, long time.

And I now had that in all ways I could, and I’d have it in more ways when we made our baby.

But the best part about it was that I finally got to give that back.

I lifted up, tracing the lance back down with my fingers, the bow and arrow up, the club down.

“Keekee,” he called gently.

I turned my eyes to his.

“It was before, wasn’t it?” I asked, but I didn’t need to. I just wanted to hear him say it. “Before Black died. Before anything. You’ve always loved me.”

His big hand came from behind his head so he could cup my cheek.

“Always, Keely.”

“Cock to your heart,” I whispered.

His thumb drew circles on the apple of my cheek. “Cock to my heart.”

I smiled at him so I wouldn’t get overwhelmed with all his beauty and do something else entirely.

“I’m so glad I stripped buck naked in your living room,” I remarked jokingly.

“I think it’s safe to say, not as glad as me,” he replied, and he was not joking.

I wasn’t either when I returned, “No. I’m not sure it’s safe to say that.”

A beautiful darkness clouded over his face before both his hands were under my arms and he was dragging me up his chest and up even farther.

He planted me on his face, hauled me down to his mouth and I grabbed the headboard as my head fell back when he went at me.

He took me there after shoving two wet fingers up my ass, eating me and fucking me.

After I came down while he worked his mouth gently between my legs, he slid me back down his body and shifted only to reach to the covers and pull them up on top of us.

I rested my weight into him and he curved his arms around me.

“You wanna take a bubble bath?” I asked in a murmur into his neck.

“You’ll get my ass in that tub only if I’m unconscious,” he murmured back.

I smiled against his neck.

“So bikers don’t take bubble baths,” I remarked.

“This biker doesn’t,” he replied.

“Mm,” I hummed.

“Jag’s birthday is comin’ up,” he reminded me. “You got plans for that?”

“He always requests my prime rib and twice-baked potatoes with my carrot cake. But I’ll ask just to confirm.”

“Forgot about your prime rib,” he muttered.

And I’d forgotten until then that when Hound had been at my table for dinner, there was the odd time here and there that he’d been at my house doing something, or being there for the boys, I’d asked him to stay for dinner, and he did, but for every one of my boys’ birthdays, he’d been at my table.

Various and sundry Chaos men would also be there, with their old ladies or not, depending on how they felt about their old ladies.

But Hound was always there.

And it was then I realized just how much history we shared and precisely how precious all of it was.

I was in a variety of happy glows, including the one that realization gave me, when Hound gave me another one.

“Just sayin’, standing order for that on my birthday.”

I was going to get to spoil Hound on his birthday.

I could not wait.

I snuggled closer to him. “I can do that.”

He gave me a squeeze.

I was starting to get drowsy, but before I drifted away, I said quietly into his neck, “We’ll tell the brothers soon.”

“Yeah.”

“Talk to the boys first. Let them know we’re coming out. Take their pulse about the possibility we’re gonna sell the house,” I went on.

“Right.”

“We’ll see how that talk goes, but it might be too soon to mention the fact we’re gonna be looking at expanding the family,” I said.

“Agreed,” he replied.

“Are you gonna wanna get married?” I asked, and his arms spasmed around me.

I had my answer but he still said, “Yeah. You?”

I nodded, my head and hair moving on his shoulder and chest but verbalized it with a, “Totally.”

His arms spasmed again but stayed tight this time.