Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(80)

“Fuck,” he replied.

With that he slid out and pulled me to my feet.

He yanked his jeans up but didn’t do them up.

He bent and tagged my panties from the floor, and as I was lifting my hand to take them, my breath stuck in my throat when he dropped to a knee in front of me.

He held them out.

I stood unmoving.

He tipped his head back. “Step in, Keekee.”

Shepherd “Hound” Ironside, kneeling at my feet.

He’d been there figuratively for years.

Now he was right there, for me.

I put a hand on his shoulder and stepped into my panties.

He slid them up gently, coming up with them, settling them on my hips and then smoothing my robe over them.

He put his lips to mine. “Text Bev. Got beer?”

“Yeah, honey.”

He pressed those lips to mine.

Then, doing up his jeans, he went to my fridge and got a beer.

Graham never used that fridge. Graham had never even been in the kitchen like it was now.

But Hound had, repeatedly.

He was in this with me.

He was in this with me.

And we were going to make this happen.

We were.

Even if it killed me.





Total Winner Keely

I woke the next morning to Hound moving me to my belly.

I’d barely opened my eyes when he yanked my hips up so I was on my knees.

“Baby?” I called sleepily.

“Morning fuck,” he grunted.

That worked for me.

And it was good it did.

Because Hound didn’t hesitate to proceed with giving me just that.



“Okay, boys first, family meal as soon as. Then I’ll tell Bev.”

I was in the kitchen mainly putzing around, because Hound was making me breakfast.

He just started right up doing that after we came down.

I didn’t say anything.

The time to get into him losing Jean, and how he was coping with that, was not prior to breakfast after we’d made up in a way that meant we weren’t hiding in his apartment anymore and we were going to be putting it out there, to possibly volatile reactions.

I’d get into that when I had him lazy and sweet and in a good headspace so he could deal, probably when he was naked after I’d made him blow with my mouth.

“No Bev,” he declared.

I looked from preparing my travel mug of coffee to him standing at the stove beside me.

“What?” I asked.

“No Bev,” he said to the dual skillets he had going, eggs and, now without Jean and the nixing of pork, the addition of bacon. “She’s got a big mouth.”

“Uh, Hound, baby, she’s Bev. She’ll get this is big. She’ll be happy for us because she loves me, she loves you. She’s also Chaos.” Or she was, she was cutting ties and it might be time but still, once Chaos you never really stopped being that. “She’ll know to keep her mouth shut about this until we’ve dealt with the fallout.”

He turned just his head to me.

“No Bev, babe. Too risky.”

I turned my full body to him.

“Right, honey, we’ve had this conversation. The brothers will totally understand, after they get their heads around it, why we kept the beginning of us from them. Bev, on the other hand, will totally be pissed at me if she finds out those boys heard before she did. That I kept it from her. And she’d have reason. She is not gonna be a problem. She’s gonna be an ally. Someone I can talk to about it. Someone who’ll get it. But now you need to get what she means to me and that I simply cannot do that to her. Me saying she’ll be pissed is about her actually being hurt. If the tables were turned, I would be too.”

I got closer to him, slid a hand along his waist to his back and kept talking.

“She’s gearing up to take a huge step back from Chaos, and by that I mean move on from the Club. This guy might not make her happy but he loves her, spoils her, and he’s going to take care of her. And I think maybe she’s thinking that eventually all of that will make her happy. So she won’t slip up and share anything, because she’s not going to be keeping her finger on the pulse of Chaos in order to keep Boz a part of her life. She’s letting go.”

“He’s such a dumbfuck,” Hound muttered.

“Won’t get any argument from me,” I muttered back.

“Right. Then boys first and then you can tell Bev,” Hound declared.

I smiled up at him.

He bent his neck to touch his lips to mine.

I went back to my coffee.

And that was when Hound laid it on me.

“Jag had no business putting himself forward to become a recruit for the Club.”

My heart skittered at his words and I turned my head to stare at him.

He took bacon out of the skillet and put it on a paper-lined plate.

And kept going.

Briefly.

“Did it for us.”

“Sorry?” I asked.

He reached into me and I swung back so he could open the cupboard to pull down plates, saying, “He needs to focus on school. The brothers will let him do that because he’s Jag. He’s Black’s. Normally, they’d put him off. Tell him to hang around, get to know the boys and re-approach after he’d got his degree. It wasn’t that he already knew the boys. It was that he was a legacy. I didn’t get it when he called me, said he wanted to start earning his patch, especially since Dutch isn’t close to havin’ his yet. He shoulda waited until that happened too. Knowin’ he knew about us, now I know he wanted as in as he could get so he could take our backs when we came out to the Club.”