Chapter 28—Milly
S urprisingly, getting out of the Hounds’ compound and over to Bass’s place was easier than I expected, considering most of my brothers were there. But for once, they didn’t interfere when it came to a man and me. While Vinny has no issues with me making my own mistakes, none of them are good when the mistakes might deal with a boy inserting his dick into their baby sister. That’s where they draw the line. I’ve gotten pussy-blocked by them more times than Ollie can count. And my kid’s damn good with numbers. But with Bass? They just let me hop in his truck and take off without a second look.
I haven’t been back to his house since going into the hospital. Everything is still as it was, but you can tell someone came in and freshened the place up, just like when we came here for the first time.
It was already pretty late, so putting Ollie to bed was the natural thing to do. We’d been finishing up dinner at my brother’s place when Vinny strolled in, telling us how Tommy was doing. That was the first time they even let me know he was back. Since Danny got the call the other day, I’ve had no news about anything. I badgered everyone for anything they’d give me, but every damn person was tight-lipped. If Tommy was back, then the rest of them would be back too.
Since I knew I wouldn’t be given permission or get any answers, I took matters into my own hands and ran out the door to Bass’s truck. Ollie was hot on my heels, and I heard him demanding they go after me. Which explains why they followed. If Ollie hadn’t insisted, I doubt they would have. Hell, the kid even said it was the favor that Vinny owed him, but we all know that Vinny isn’t going to let such a giant debt be paid by something as trivial as giving Ollie a ride.
I remember honking to get the gate open sooner, but then I saw him. And the bandage on his hand? I had no clue what happened to him, but he looked like hell. Didn’t even look like he’d showered since whatever went down. All I know is that seeing him hurt pissed me off so much that I barely knew what I was saying or doing. Hitting him seemed like the best way to get my feelings out. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past three years, after all—hitting the thing that caused me pain. And seeing Bass hurt? That wasn’t something I was prepared to deal with. I knew it was a possibility, especially since Danny said there were complications. Even then, my head and heart weren’t prepared to see it.
Ollie went easily to bed. I kissed him on the forehead and shut the door on my way out. I don’t know what’s going on between me and Bass, but I’m taking the normalcy we established as a good sign. Grabbing the blanket off the couch, I go to lie down when he grabs my arm, pulling the blanket from my hands and tossing it back on the couch.
I raise an eyebrow in question, but he says nothing as he leads me to his room and shuts the door with us on the inside.
“Um….”
“What?” He goes to his dresser and takes his wallet and phone out of his pockets, glancing back at me.
“We ready for this?” I gesture to the bed, then the whole damn room .
“We moved past casual a long time ago.”
He pulls his shirt off and tosses it toward a bin in the corner. It hits the edge, then falls on the ground. I purse my lips at it, already knowing Bass isn’t the type to pick it up right now. So, I do it for him. If only to give me something to do and not start freaking out about what sleeping in his room means. The guy might think he’s acting aloof about all this, but I know this isn’t his usual thing. He bangs chicks at the club, not at his home. If it weren’t a big thing, we’d have christened his bed a while back.
“Just means this will make it complicated.” I don’t know if I’m the one ready for what this means.
“Pretty sure we moved past complicated the second you stuck your tongue down my throat in front of half the damn club and your mafia family, don’t you think?” He turns to me and takes a few steps to close the gap before he pinches my chin. “We also moved beyond it when you asked me to bring back what’s mine.”
I tilt my head—though not much, as his hand is hard as steel on my chin—and give him a questioning look.
“You asked me to get Ollie. He’s yours, and you’re mine. Thus the kid is mine too. That complicated enough for you?”
My eyes go wide at his words. His? I’ve never been anyone’s anything before. I’m my own woman. I can take care of myself.
But as he leaves me standing there stunned, I can’t help but think that it’s a word I don’t hate.
The sound of the shower filters into my brain, pulling me out of my head. I don’t take the time to notice his room, only noting he’s not in it. I follow the noise and head to the bathroom. The door is open, and I can see his silhouette on the other side of the shower curtain. I lean against the sink counter and just watch him. I can’t see any details, not really, but I just take him in. Take in the moment. The fact that we even have this moment. So many things are against us, so many odds.
I fought for our lives daily for the last few years, protecting the kid as best I could. Then I had to fight to survive what Ivan’s men did to me. Bass and his boys went through the ringer. I know they did. You don’t go against anyone in the mafia, even if it’s someone who others might not see as the biggest dog on the block. He was fucking mafia. That leaves scars, and usually bodies. Lots and lots of bodies.
But he walked away. He came back.
And he only went because of me.
“Why?”
He pauses his movements. “Why what?”
“Why me?” ’Cause that’s the real question. Why go through all of this for me? I know what I am and what I’m worth. And I know I’m not worth a war. No one person is.
The water shuts off, and the shower curtain opens. He stands naked as the day he was born before grabbing the towel off the rack beside him, drying himself off unashamed. He holds my stare as I look for a reason why in his eyes.
Wrapping the towel around his waist, he comes to me, placing his hands on either side of the vanity, caging me in. “’Cause you’re worth it.”
This time when he kisses me, I don’t fight for control. I let him have it. Have it all, including me and my heart .
His lips are soft and in no rush, coaxing me to open my mouth and teasing me with his tongue as I get a taste of him. I can’t hold back my moan of pleasure from his kiss as I wrap my arms around his head and pull him closer. He bends a bit, gripping each side of the backs of my thighs and hoisting me up.
I wrap my legs around him, pushing down the towel as I go, but neither of us cares as he carries me out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Each movement has his bandage scratching at my skin. It’s dry, so I guess he had something in the shower to wrap it, or maybe he just kept it out of the water. Who gives a fuck at the moment?
He lowers me slowly but never lets his lips leave mine. I cling to him like a damn baby chimp, barely allowing him to move his hands as he rolls us till I’m on top. Only then does he break the kiss to tug my shirt off. I flick the clasp on my bra, throwing it behind me as I lean back down to my prize. And what a prize he is. We roll again till I’m flat on my back, and then he descends.
A slow path of kisses to every part of my body as he sinks lower. My shoulder, each of my knuckles. Kissing over the bandages that I have to wear for another week before we can go in for a checkup.
He grasps my breasts with both hands, holding them up to his mouth like an offering. He licks one nipple straight up and down before going side to side with that swirling tip of his tongue around the damn thing. Just when I want to scream for more, he pulls it into his mouth and sucks generously, nibbling just hard enough with his teeth to cause shudders that rock through my body. I reach one hand forward, pushing the hair out of his eyes as he looks up at me and moves to the other nipple to do the exact same thing.
When he’s had his fill, he goes lower. My shorts and panties come off next, right after my shoes and socks. He moves his hands up my legs, massaging them as he goes till he gets to more bandages. He kisses everything and then settles between my thighs.
He leans in close and just inhales my scent, cursing at my smell.
“God, baby, you smell good.” He rubs his face around, catching my scent all over him. “I fucking dreamed about this pussy.” He licks between my lips and groans at my taste as I wither from his touch. “Jesus, you’re incredible.” He looks at my pussy, then at me. “And mine. All mine.”
With eyes on me, he lowers his mouth and eats me out as if I’m a damn peach and he’s a starved man. I grab at his head to hold on, not to pull him off. God no. Never that. Damn man is going to kill me with how good this feels. I never knew it could be like this. To have a man own you with each twitch of the tongue. To have someone drink from you as if they’re trying to suck your soul from your damn body.
I come on a scream and quickly clamp both hands over my mouth as an afterthought.
He takes another long swipe of his tongue through me, nibbling at my clit before prowling above me. He pulls my hands away. “Don’t hide those screams, baby girl. Those are mine. Just like the rest of you.”
He kisses me, making me taste myself. The flavor of me on his tongue is something I can quickly grow addicted to. I scream again, this time into his mouth as he pushes his big dick as far as it’ll go inside me. I swear I taste it at the back of my throat.
I pull my mouth away to breathe, as he doesn’t give me time to adjust. I fucking love that even while there’s a bit of sweetness to what’s going on tonight, he still knows I need a bit of pain as well. Something to push it further than just the normal vanilla for me.
“Let it out. Give me everything. Forget about everything else. Just here and now.” He moves his hips harder, hitting parts of me that have me puffing out air at how good it feels as he leans in close to my ear. “And those screams are for me and me alone. Not about to let anyone else hear them but me.” He bites down hard on my ear, and it’s too much. I come easily.
But I’m not through with him.
Pinning my legs to the back of his knees, I force the roll this time and take over. I hold him down as I work him over, enjoying the feel of him and pushing forward to my next orgasm.
I might be on top, but I know I’m not in charge. Not tonight. He grabs my hips, helping me find a rhythm that’s for my benefit more than his.
“That’s it, baby. God, you’re beautiful.” His words, so sweet, have my breath catching for a whole other reason. He encourages me, and with a quick flick of his hand on my clit, I’m coming again.
He sits up, grabbing my ass and bouncing me up and down his shaft. The angle has me soaring higher than I thought possible as I continue to come, even when he finds his own bliss, grunting as he comes too .
He holds me to him, forehead to forehead, as we catch our breath.
“Thanks.” I look into his eyes as my hands find his hair and twirl it in my fingers at the base of his neck. “For going after Ivan. For saving Ollie. Saving both of us.” I swallow the lump of emotion in my throat. “Thank you.” The last words come out in a whisper, betraying me and showing how close to breaking I really am.
He leans in and kisses me softly before pulling away. “Like I said, you’re worth it. And I’d do it again if you asked.”
“What happened?”
After we cleaned up, we got back in bed and have just been lying here for who knows how long. He has a hand around me, playing with my hair as I lie on him and trace the swirls of ink on his chest.
His fingers stall for a second, long enough for me to look up and see him warring with himself before he looks down at me and smiles softly.
“Short or long version?”
“Any.” I’m not going to be picky about what he tells me, as long as he tells me something. I know that’s more than he should. Mafia and bikers are alike in many ways, one being that women rarely get details.
He breathes deeply as he looks at the ceiling, and I go back to swirling patterns on him. The light on the side table isn’t overly bright, casting more shadows than illuminating things, but it’s enough .
“Mad Max’s soon-to-be uncle-in-law gave us some intel on Ivan’s place. Your brothers gave us the rest. We only waited as long as we did because Mickey had a contact who was getting us some explosives that Domino said we needed. Guy makes an art out of blowing shit up.” He chuckles at the thought. “We knew Ivan was spending most of his time at this penthouse that he used as his primary residence. We had a team of local rebellion types take out the house fifteen minutes before we breached his penthouse.”
“Why wait? Why not go in at the same time?”
“We knew his wife was at the house, but the new girlfriend was at the penthouse. While our rebellion friends were tripping all the security lines and pissing Ivan off, we were blowing his escape tunnels that were on the same security line. They would have been alerted to it unless we went after the house. It also worked for us to go in when we did, as more than half were expecting the threat to be someplace else and not at their front door. Taking out the first few floors went quick, but by then, those above knew it was a two-part plan of attack, and the escape routes were blocked. Tommy, Domino, and I took a team and went straight up, while Kooper, Mickey, and the prospect took another team and went floor by floor, taking out everything.”
I listen to his heart, strong and steady. Just like the man.
“Did he suffer?”
“I made sure he knew everything he’d created was destroyed before I ended him.”
I nod as a single tear falls from my eye. One tear for the angel who can finally rest, knowing that monster won’t harm her child anymore. All thanks to a Hound with a big-ass mouth .
“Why are you smiling, baby?” He rubs the tear into my skin as I look at him, resting my chin on his sternum.
“Just happy, I guess.”
“Yeah?” I nod. “Good.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head to his, sealing our lips together as he moves us once more. I sigh in contentment as he settles between my legs, and I welcome the man who’s brought me more peace and happiness than I ever knew existed.
A man who I have completely fallen in love with.