Wild Fire (Chaos #6.5)(53)

“Mwrr?” Murtagh asked from the door.

Dutch looked at the cat. “Yeah, we’re done.”

“Mwrrrrr,” Murtagh said, strolled in, jumped on the bed, did a yoga pose, and started licking his foot.

In fifteen minutes, he’d double-checked his house was locked down, the pizza box was in the fridge, the lights out, and Dutch was on his back in bed with Georgie tucked down his side, her cheek on his pec, Murtagh settled in on his abs.

Dutch was staring at the shadowed ceiling.

He knew by her breathing that Georgie was staring at his chest.

“What’d my ma talk to you about?” he asked.

“She’s worried about you,” she answered.

“What’d you say?”

“I told her I got you.”

He had his arm around her, and at that, he pulled her closer.

Because she had that right.

She had him.

Time passed.

Georgiana didn’t slide into sleep.

Neither did Dutch.

She knew that, which was why she relayed, “Just so you know, if you ever want my avid attention when you’ve got something really sexy and sweet and awesome to say, feel free to do it with two fingers inside me.”

Dutch started chuckling.

“Though, I will warn you, my attention was scattered seeing as that was hotter than you taking over my blowjob,” she continued.

He kept chuckling but spoke through it this time.

“Baby, you give fantastic head. I had to fuck that mouth.”

“Feel free to do that too. Whenever the spirit moves you.”

Murtagh flew off, protesting with an irate, “Merow!” when Dutch shifted to his side so he could pull Georgie in his arms, full frontal.

“You’re not supposed to move when Murtagh’s settled in, Dutch,” she educated.

“He’ll settle in again.”

“Yes, on you,” she mumbled. “Because you’re a cat thief.”

“Georgie, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Be quiet, please, and go to sleep.”

“Okay, honey,” she whispered, and nestled closer.

That must have been what she needed, Dutch needing her to go to sleep, because within five minutes, she was gone.

Dutch was not.

He couldn’t get used to the new feeling in his chest, something he’d never felt.

It was weird.

Warm.

It wasn’t empty.

But it wasn’t tight.

He just didn’t know what was filling it.

He felt Murtagh settle in at the back of his head on his pillow.

The cat purred for a while.

Then that stopped and Dutch knew he, too, was asleep.

And it was then, Dutch got it.

All of it.

Everything.

His whole life.

His dads’ life.

Both of his dads.

And he lay in that bed with Georgie in his arms and what had become their cat on his pillow, and he knew what he’d been looking for.

He knew what his path was.

He knew what his life was about.

He thought it was big.

He thought it was dramatic.

Being a soldier in a war.

A man on a mission.

A brother with a purpose.

But it was simple.

It was just…

This.

Your house dark and quiet.

And your woman in your arms.

Happy and safe.





Chapter Eleven



Chaos Strikes Again



Dutch



“You have got to be…fucking…kidding me,” Dutch groused when his phone ringing woke them both the next morning, him on his stomach, Georgie again curled into his back.

“Gluh,” she mumbled, pressing closer as Dutch reached for the phone.

He saw on his bedside clock it was late morning, they’d slept way in, it was after ten.

They should have set an alarm.

He grabbed his cell and didn’t know what to think when he saw it said Eddie Calling.

“Shit,” he muttered.

“What?” she asked.

He twisted. She shifted.

He caught her sleep-cute eyes.

“Eddie.”

“Oh boy,” she said.

He took the call with a, “Yo.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Eddie replied.

“You woke me up in bed with my woman,” Dutch told him.

“Then whatever it is, I best get to sayin’ it.” Eddie Chavez sounded amused.

“I’d be obliged,” Dutch returned, moving more, so he was up in bed, back to the headboard, Georgie moving too, to stick close.

“Jessica Browbridge, I’m thinkin’ you know who I’m talkin’ about, strolled in bright and early this morning, tweaked as all fuck, falling all over herself with apologies, doing her best to impress on us just how very upset she was at the time she falsely reported to police officers she was in the middle of an attempted rape when her assailant became a killer and shot Khalon Stephens. She shared effusively how much she liked her neighbors. They were nice. The wife gave her Christmas cookies. The husband fixed her sink and switched out her smoke detectors when one started acting up. The kids were always nice and respectful.”