Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(135)

After that, with all I felt, all he was giving me, my eyes were closed so I didn’t see anything at all.

When Hound made me hit the stratosphere, I was still flying high as I felt his hands come under my arms and drag me deeper into the bed. My orgasm was still burning through me, but it re-ignited as I watched him yank his jeans down just enough to free his rock-solid dick. He pulled my legs apart, covered me and he was then drilling inside.

I shuddered underneath him, took the violent thrusts of his cock, watched the beautiful savagery in his face and did all of that until I couldn’t anymore when my Hound sent me flying again.

He was still thrusting when I came down so I held him, stroked him, rocked to meet him and when his head jerked back and I watched and listened to him come, I happily felt an aftershock roll through my body as I absorbed the tremors throbbing through my man.

Hound dropped his head so his face was in my neck and I held on to him with arms and legs, keeping him close, feeling him, smelling him, glorying in his cock buried deep.

But I eventually took one arm from around him so I could lift my left hand, fingers spread, and stare at the back of it.

On the ring finger was a two and a half carat simple solitaire diamond set in white gold.

My old man hadn’t lied.

We’d woken up that morning at the Compound. We’d showered together at the Compound. We’d dressed in our clothes from the day before (though Hound had put on a different tee seeing as the one from the day before was bloodstained).

And he’d taken me out for breakfast and then taken me right to the mall.

My first two rides wrapped around him on his bike.

They were perfect.

At the display of engagement rings, he’d asked me to pick.

I’d asked him if he was to pick, which one he’d pick.

He’d immediately pointed to the one that was right then on my finger.

Hound didn’t use words to ask me to marry him. He didn’t get down on one knee.

He bought me a ring and slipped it on my finger right there in the store.

And we were engaged.

Then he’d taken us home and gave me his version of biker romantic by getting me naked, falling to his knees and going down on me.

In all the agony I’d had in my life, all the disappointment I’d endured with my family, it was right then, laying on my bed, connected to Hound, wearing his ring that I realized it was moments like that, moments like standing at a register in a jewelry store and having my man slide a ring on my finger, moments so simple and extraordinary, there didn’t need to be any grand gestures made.

Just as they were, they made all the rest worth it.

“The answer is yes,” I whispered.

He lifted his head and looked at me.

“Say again?” he asked.

“Just, you know, to make it that much more official.”

He stared into my eyes.

Then he caught my wrist, pulled it in front of him and slid his hand up so he could press the back of mine, particularly where his ring lay, against the vulnerable base of his throat.

“You know, and don’t ever doubt, how much I love you,” he declared.

I felt the soft smile hit my lips.

I liked it that he said it, especially now, after he gave me the ring, fucked me hard and held that symbol to the life of him.

But he could just grunt and I’d be good.

“I know, cowboy, and trust me, I’ll never doubt it,” I promised.

He held my hand where it was even when he bent and kissed me.

He did it wet and he did it hard.

And I gave that back.

Harder.

Yes, it was moments like that that made all of it worth it.

When he was done with the kiss and working my neck with his mouth, I put a foot to the bed, shoved up and Hound let me roll him.

I did this because we were who we were, wild like the wind, so we knew to take those moments when we got them.

And tear them up, wringing out of them as much as we could get.



“Nope, the other one, it’s got a dining room,” Elvira declared.

“Totally this one,” Tyra said, clicking back to the one she wanted. “It’s got a bigger garage. They essentially have three vehicles and he’s a Chaos man. They’ll use a bigger garage more than they’ll use a dining room.”

This was true.

We would.

“But that one doesn’t have a very big master,” Lanie put in, reaching through the throng of women packed around Tyra’s computer in her office at the garage at Ride so she could push Tyra’s hand aside and commandeer the mouse.

She clicked. Clicked again.

“There,” she went on. “This one. Decent size garage with room to build on. No dining room but huge kitchen so you can get a big table in there. Nice master. And the all-important fire pit.”

Elvira shoved through, took control of the mouse and clicked through pictures, bringing up one of the kitchen from the house Lanie liked.

One of several houses Hound and I had appointments to view that afternoon.

“Now stare at that five seconds and try not to get a headache from that wallpaper,” Elvira bossed. “I already got a headache and I only looked at it two seconds.”

“You can peel off wallpaper, Vira,” Tabby pointed out.

“The ghost of that wallpaper might remain for eternity,” Rosalie murmured and Lanie started giggling.