Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(138)

“Bring ’im back to me when you’re done,” he ordered.

Elvira stared at him.

Tack just turned on his motorcycle boot and moseyed his fine ass right back out the door, closing it firmly behind him.

“You know, if that man didn’t make such good pancakes, I’d divorce his ass,” Tyra grumbled.

“I bet he makes good pancakes,” Millie said under breath through a smile.

“Please don’t make a euphemism out of Dad’s pancakes,” Tabby begged. “I love Dad’s pancakes and if you make a euphemism out of them, I’ll never be able to eat them again.”

“Okay, honey,” Tyra agreed on a grin. “We’ll stop talking about your dad’s pancakes.”

“Uh, Keely,” Carissa called. “When did you say your first appointment was for a viewing?”

I looked at the time on Tyra’s computer then cried, “Shit! I gotta go get Hound!” I rushed to Carissa, gave her a tight hug and said, “So happy for you, times two. Butterflies are awesome.”

I let her go, dashed around her and grabbed my bag from the couch where Elvira was digging through a diaper bag at the same time juggling Playboy. I snatched up my bag, bent in to steal a quick kiss from the wet lips of Playboy and getting his flirtatious gurgle after I did before I hurried to the door and stopped at it.

“Later, chicks,” I called.

“Later, babe,” Tyra called back. “Hope you see something you love.”

I got more of that kind of farewell, and on a wave, I ran out the door.

As fast as my cowboy boots would take me, I rushed down the steps and across the forecourt toward the Compound, but found myself skidding to a halt while I was dashing between Hound and Jagger’s bikes parked beside each other outside the Compound.

The skidding halt was because I’d glanced at Jagger’s bike.

And after I skidded to that halt, I stood there and stared at the tank on my son’s bike.

Then I stood there and deep breathed as I stared at the tank on Jag’s bike.

I’d seen it often, since he rode it all the time, but I hadn’t really looked at it, not since he took possession of it.

But right then, I reached out a hand and slid a finger along the top of the tank.

High-gloss clear coat.

Somehow my boy had managed to seal my lipstick on his father’s bike.

Jagger’s bike.

He rode free taking his mother and father with him everywhere he went.

God, but God … I loved my son.

I smiled, hustled into the Compound and nearly slammed into Hound the second I entered it.

“Babe,” he said, his hands settling on my hips as the door whooshed closed behind me.

“Cowboy,” I replied, my hands coming to a rest on his chest. “Carissa is pregnant.”

His eyebrows shot up.

That was, his eyebrows under his hair that was yanked back at the top and held in a little pony at the back of his head went up.

Seeing his hotness, I was having second thoughts about spending the afternoon looking at houses.

I was thinking the bed in his room at the Compound was all we needed.

“She let that news loose?” he asked, taking me out of my ponderings of dragging him through the Compound and jumping him.

“Just now,” I answered. “You knew?”

He nodded. “Yup. Joker scored himself a box of Cubans and handed them out the day after Carissa told him, which was three months ago.” He tipped his head to the side. “Was Vira in hearing distance when she shared?”

Hearing all that, including his question, I felt a wave of happy wash through me because he’d always had these people—these funny, sweet, loving, loyal people—and he knew them well.

And now I had them too.

Carissa pregnant. Elvira finding the man of her dreams. My lipstick sealed on Jagger’s bike. Having my Chaos family back. Looking at houses with my man.

That day was another day in what was now a long line of days that I’d woken up a winner.

“Took a bit but she got over it,” I told Hound.

“Thank fuck the men didn’t have to witness that,” he muttered.

“You knew Carissa was pregnant and you didn’t tell me?” I asked.

“Babe, learn now, that shit you gotta get from the girls. I’m not your line on gossip about Chaos bitches.”

“Heard and understood, Shep,” I muttered through a grin.

He grunted.

I love you too, I thought.

“Wanna go see houses?” I asked.

He gave me a look that made my heart swell, my toes curl and my nipples tingle.

“On the back of my bike, baby,” he whispered.

More of the same from all three including a throb at my clit.

Since I’d ridden on the back of his bike to go have breakfast with my man before he bought me my engagement ring, unless I was off to work or the grocery store, my ass didn’t get anywhere if it wasn’t sitting behind him on the back of his bike.

“You got it, cowboy,” I replied.

He grabbed my hand and led me there. He got on first. I threw my leg over and straddled the bike and his ass after he did.

I slid my arms around his stomach, held on tight, smelling leather and Hound, wrapped around my man, being right then in the best place in the world.