Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(144)

“Not sure there’ll ever be a time when I don’t want your hand down my pants, Shep.”

He kissed the back of my head.

Then he let me hold the hot water bottle and shoved his hand down my pants.

He was right, making me come helped the cramps.

When he’d done that, turning on him and giving him a blowjob took my mind off them.

And after I got done doing that, the cramps were gone.

Hound lay on his back and I lay down his side in the curve of his arm, both of us fully clothed but his jeans were still open and I had my hand in the fly, cupped on his junk because it was my junk and I liked the feel of it, when I looked into his eyes.

“Time to make the potato salad,” I announced.

He lifted a hand and rubbed a thumb along my cheek.

“My old lady spoils me,” he murmured.

“Until the day I die.”

His face changed, giving it all to me, before he slid his hand back into my hair and pulled me down to kiss me.

He ended it with a grunt because he was a good kisser and got me excited and that made me latch on too tight down below.

I lifted my head.

“You break it, you buy it,” he said.

I put my mouth to his. “I already bought it, it’s all mine and I can do whatever I want with it.”

“Fuck, only you could get me hard five minutes after blowing me.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, feeling his words stir to life in my grip.

“Babe, this is not getting potato salad made and we got thirty people showin’ in about three hours.”

“Right,” I whispered.

“Let go of my boys and let me up. I got potatoes to peel.”

Now how did I know my man would help?

“Right,” I repeated on a smile, let “his boys” go and let him up, which meant he pulled me up with him.

He righted his jeans and I headed out of our room, but Hound caught me in the doorway.

He put a hand on either side of my face then put his face in mine.

“She’ll come,” he said gently.

I smiled at him, rolled up on my toes, brushed his lips with mine and rolled back.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Have faith, Keekee,” he urged, finishing, “We’re blessed.”

For most of my adult life, Hound had given me everything I needed.

And for the last months, he’d given me everything I ever wanted.

I was a pawn in life’s game, I knew that, so I had no faith in what life had in store for me.

But Hound?

I had all the faith in the world that Hound could do anything.

So put my hands to the sides of his waist, gave it a hard squeeze, and whispered, “Blessed.”



Shepherd Ironside’s belated wedding present to his old lady came nine months later.

They named him Wilder Graham Ironside.

They didn’t make a daughter but that was all right.

They had a lot of experience raising a damn fine son.



And when it was time, Keely inked another name permanently into her skin.

But when she did, Hound was there, holding their son in his arms, and he had a few words with his wife.

So finishing the wrap to the other side of her waist, she added one more name.

And in the end, eternally at her back, like it always was, like it always would be, Keely Ironside had, Shepherd Dutch Jagger Wilder Black.



THE END



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Who’s the Redhead?

Rush

Rush, his dad walking by his side, made his silent way to the two men standing by the edge.

Hawk was turned at the waist to watch their approach.

His man Mo had binoculars held up to his eyes and they were trained down from where they were on the roof of an office building next door to one of the parking garages at Cherry Creek Shopping Mall.

“What we got?” Tack, Rush’s father asked as they arrived at Hawk and Mo and stopped.

“Take a look,” Hawk replied, and as if he’d given the order, Mo handed his binoculars to Hawk who gave them to Tack.

Tack took them and trained them where Mo’s gaze had been aimed. It took him a couple of seconds but eventually he honed in.

“Who’s the redhead?” he asked.

“Her name’s Rebel Stapleton.”

Rebel.

Kickass name.

Rush looked the way his dad was looking but even if the garage was lit, he couldn’t see much from their distance through the dark.

Tack took the binoculars from his eyes and handed them to Rush.

Rush looked through them and scanned the parking garage.

“There a reason why it was urgent we show on this roof to watch Harrietta Turnbull talkin’ to some redhead with a kickass name?” Tack asked.

Rush felt his lips curl up when his dad said what Rush thought …

And then he froze when he saw them.

Illuminated by the lights in the parking garage, she was in full color, and with the high-powered binoculars, it was like he was standing five feet away.

She was definitely a redhead, but even if that described the color of her hair, that huge mane of wavy auburn deserved a lot more words to define it.