Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(134)

“They’re young but they’re tight. I couldn’t imagine him with any other woman on the planet,” Hound told her. “She does it for him. He’s been in love with her since high school.”

“That’s so sweet,” she whispered. “I love that for her.”

“He’s a good guy,” Hound shared.

“Now I love it more,” she replied and went on, “Apparently Millie didn’t know, until today. Bev knew she and I had history, thought maybe Millie would be the one who would spill with High, so she saved Millie for last.”

Hound had nothing to say to that, though he grunted.

Then he declared, “So now it’s over.”

“Arlo and Dog,” she stated.

At that, Hound gathered her closer. “Babe—”

“No,” she whispered.

He shut up.

“All those brothers, those two couldn’t just let us have it?” she asked.

“Arlo’s got issues he needed to work out, Keekee, and it’s my place to help him work those out.”

“I disagree,” she returned. “Especially when that shit leaves you bloody.”

“You see him?”

She reached under her. Following his arm he had wrapped around her with her hand, she pulled it between them. She had her fingers wrapped under his wrist with her thumb rubbing lightly across the rope burns at the inside while her eyes watched.

She looked up at him. “You did all that damage with one hand tied behind your back?”

“Some of it. Most of it came after Dutch and Jag made their play, Dutch layin’ it out and Jag cutting me loose.”

“God,” she pressed his hand flat against her chest and melted the rest of her body into his, “I love my boys.”

There was a lot to love and their play that day was only part of it.

“Arlo and me worked shit out and you got your own mind, not mine to tell you what to put in it, but know that. Dog, I didn’t lay a fist on him and let him do what he had to do since he was standin’ in for Black.”

Her look shared that did not make her happy.

Her words did the same. “That’s not his prerogative.”

“It is and we won’t agree on that so I’ll just say, Keekee, I needed that, he gave it to me and we were good before, we’re good now and as for me, I’m better now.”

“You just let him beat on you, he took that opportunity and did it, and you’re better?”

“I needed to prove to them what you meant to me. And usin’ them, prove it to Black.”

“Shep,” she pressed his hand deep into her chest, “please get this. It’s important. Black is not here.”

“Not anymore.”

Understanding hit her face and her fingers curled tight around his at her chest.

“I’m clean and clear and from this point on, it’s Hound and Keely,” he declared. “And when I get a ring on your finger, baby, you’re addin’ Ironside to your name. I know the boys got Black and that lives on. But you’re mine now.”

The happy was back, shining from her face.

Christ, she was beautiful.

“So when are you gonna put that ring on my finger, Shepherd Ironside?”

“I want time with you. I want a baby with you. And I wanna be in a house with a fire pit by summer. If you can do all that and plan a wedding, we’ll go get you a ring tomorrow and you’ll be gettin’ on all that.”

Her head shifted back an inch. “That’s not very romantic.”

“Whose dick did you just ride?” he asked.

She grinned.

“The man belongs to that dick romantic?” he went on.

“In his way,” she told him.

That was when his head shifted back an inch. “When have I ever been romantic?”

“You make me breakfast every day.”

“That’s bein’ a good old man for my old lady.”

“Right, then when you yanked my knees out from under me, fell to your own at the end of your bed and buried your face in my pussy,” she stated.

“That’s romantic?”

“For a biker bitch, totally.”

It was his turn to grin, so he did.

He also used his free hand to roam, sharing, “I’m feelin’ romantic again right about now.”

She rolled her eyes.

He rolled her to her back.

And Hound got romantic not knowing two doors down, Lanie was getting her own version of romantic, one door up, Millie was getting the same, one door up from that, Carissa just finished getting her romantic, and several doors down, Tyra was getting angry romantic in a way the angry part was going to burn out and the biker bitch romantic would be all that was left.

But Tab and Shy were on their way home to their baby.

They’d get theirs later, when Playboy was asleep.

Last, not far away, Snapper was giving Rosalie the gentle version of biker romantic.

And for a spell, all in Chaos (but Boz) were happy.



They would not have time to get used to it.





Blessed

Keely

I watched Hound drop to his knees at the side of our bed.

I also watched him bury his face in my pussy.