Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(132)

“Shh,” she shushed. “I’m memorizing this moment.”

He trailed both hands from her hips up her back until he got to her head. He pulled her hair away from her face and held her like she was holding him.

“Baby, I don’t do goofy-ass Hallmark moments,” he told her. “Especially not when my cock is buried in my woman’s pussy. Fuck me or I’ll fuck you. You got ten seconds to decide.”

“I don’t think Hallmark has a moment when a woman takes a man inside on his bed in a motorcycle club hangout,” she replied.

“I’m pretty sure it took ten seconds to say that,” he warned and watched her smile.

Then he watched her push up.

And with eyes locked to her, he watched her ride him, shifting his thumb to her clit to take her there.

She went there.

Then she took him there.

On his bed in the Compound, his brothers and their women close, carousing, fighting, or fucking.

Hallmark might not make a moment of that.

But it was one of the best in Hound’s life.



“Okay, I saw that coming from Bev to Boz, but I did not foresee his reaction,” Keely declared.

It was after they were done, after they’d cleaned up. They were naked, tangled up in each other and his sheets in his bed. They were front to front but she’d angled herself away and was stroking his chest and abs like she had his tats memorized and could see in her mind the Apache weapons inked into him that she was tracing.

“Yeah,” he grunted, not really thinking about what she was saying, instead trying to figure out if he wanted to eat her next or get her to blow him.

“Boz looked destroyed,” she noted.

That got his attention because his brother had looked just that. When what went down after the women came back in, after he got his kiss from Keely, and after the booze started flowing, Boz had looked destroyed.

Hound remembered the way he’d seemed during the meet, fierce and broken, and he knew then that wasn’t about what was happening with Hound and the brothers.

It was the discussion about Black and Keely and about what Hound now had with Keely.

It was him coming to terms with what he’d had with Bev.

And what he’d lost.

“I almost feel sorry for him,” Keely went on and finished on a mutter, “Almost.”

Hound dug Tad. He was a good man. Solid. Sharp. He loved Bev.

But he felt for his brother.

He played it out in his head, that time after the kiss when Rush called out to ask him and Keely if they wanted a drink and Keely had ordered a beer like the last time she’d partied in the Compound was the weekend before.

He’d been watching Rush telling Chill to pull her one when he felt Keely’s arms get tight around him.

When he looked down at her, he saw her attention was across the room.

He turned his that way and saw Boz up in Bev’s space.

Boz was talking low and intent.

Bev was staring in his face looking impatient.

When Boz got finished speaking, she just shook her head, took one step back, another, found Keely and Hound and blew a kiss their way, calling, “I gotta get to Tad’s. It’s movie night with his kids. I’ll call you later.”

“Later!” Keely replied. “Love you, babe, and thanks!”

“Anytime, every time,” Bev returned.

“Later, Beverly,” Tab called out, standing but snuggled into Shy who was sitting on a stool.

“Yeah, later, Bev,” Lanie said from her position that was the opposite from Tab’s, sitting on a stool with Hop standing close, his arm draped around her shoulders.

“I’ll call you, I got that sex toy party sorted,” Elvira, on her own stool next to Lanie, said.

“Thanks, Vira,” Bev replied. “Later, everybody.”

She took off with men and women yelling good-bye while Hound dipped to Keely’s ear and muttered, “Sounds like the girl meetings are more interesting than the boy meetings.”

Keely turned her head, caught a look at his lip, then his brow, then she looked into his eyes. “Yeah. You want me to help you get cleaned up?”

This meaning getting her to his room, he absolutely wanted that.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

He was going to move her to the bar so they could get her beer, one for him, and take them with when she went solid so he went that way with her.

Hound again looked in the direction she was looking.

And that was when they saw it.

Boz staring at the door Bev had walked out, looking destroyed.

“Oh boy,” Keely muttered.

“Boz, beer or shot?” Chill called.

Boz didn’t move, just stood there, staring at the door.

“Yo! Boz!” Chill yelled. “Beer or shot, man?”

Boz jerked himself out of it, looked to the bar then found Keely.

“That dick’s name is Tad?” he asked.

“Oh boy,” Keely muttered again.

“I mean, that no-dick’s name is … Tad?’ Boz asked, this time acidly.

“Um … well, uh … apparently size is relative considering, well …” Keely stumbled along until Hound gave her a squeeze, mostly to stop her from talking, but instead she blurted, “He’s actually above average it’s just that …”