Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(14)

“Not the second go,” he reminded her through a grunt.

“You let me ride you about ten seconds.”

Her little, firm tits bouncing, her head thrown back, her pussy clutching him.

That was all he could take.

He drew up a knee and drilled her.

“Just get fucked and quit your bitchin’,” he muttered.

“Hound—”

He locked eyes with her and said, “You keep bitchin’, next time you’re not takin’ me on your back. You’re takin me on your belly and I’m comin’ up your ass.”

He saw she wanted that before he lost her eyes when they closed, she arched her neck and he knew it was time to go in.

He was at her clit for about half a minute before she exploded under him.

He took in that magnificent show and kept fucking her for about two minutes more before he exploded inside her.



Hound was flat on his back.

Keely was flat out at an angle on top of him, her tits, ribs and belly to his chest, her cheek in the bed beside him.

When he turned his head, he saw that last part and that her head was turned away.

He stared at the ceiling again wondering if she’d taken a dick since she lost Black.

But when Dutch was eighteen and Jag sixteen and Hound had taken them out for a burger like he did on more than the rare occasion, Jag had been in a shitty mood, Dutch had been quiet, and when he’d coaxed it out of them, they’d shared, “Mom’s bangin’ some loser.”

That had cut him but he hadn’t let it show. He’d just had to dig deep to find some glad to give Keely that she was taking care of business and find a way to try to talk her boys around to that way of thinking.

When he took the boys to the firing range a couple months later, though, Jag was all smiles, happy his mother had, “Scraped that loser off.”

So as much as it sucked, as gorgeous as she was, as much as she had to give, that her not getting it regular was a goddamn waste, at least she got some.

But he was wondering if getting that four years ago was the last she got.

Because the woman had stamina. He’d found it tough to keep up.

And now he was drained dry.

As he had these thoughts, she whipped her head around, her hair flying and gliding and he looked into her brown eyes.

“I have to go,” she muttered.

Oh yeah.

Christ yeah.

She had to go.

“This didn’t happen,” he said.

Her eyebrows twitched before she asked, “It didn’t?”

“Babe,” he grunted.

He said no more.

But he didn’t have to.

She might have lost her old man seventeen years ago and she’d embraced that choker she wore, but she was an old lady through and through. She knew this would tear the Club apart and put Hound in a serious situation he might not find a way out of.

He just had to hope she had enough feeling for him she wouldn’t take it to that place.

Her lips curved up right before she slid up so she was not at an angle, but full out on top of him, her face in his.

He had fucked her repeatedly, ate her the same, spanked her, got blown by her, but in all that, except for the first one she’d laid on him, he’d not kissed her.

His chest heated with her face that close, her mouth that close, that look a look he hadn’t seen on her face in years that close.

“You’re a fantastic fuck, Hound.”

“Glad I could be of service,” he muttered.

Her smile got bigger.

Then her eyes dropped to his mouth and she murmured, “Mama’s feelin’ naughty, she knows where to go.”

He rolled his eyes back to the ceiling because he was drained dry, and still the bitch could make his cock twitch.

He felt her soft body shaking on his with her quiet laughter.

“Hound,” she called.

He looked at her to see she was not laughing anymore.

“This is our secret,” she said quietly.

“Obliged,” he replied.

Then she blindsided him.

“I need you to bring me my checks, baby,” she whispered.

Even as he put his hands to the sides of her waist and dug his fingers in, he returned, “That’s not a good idea, Keely.”

“I need you, Hound.”

He had nothing left, so he dug deep and didn’t let it show on his face how much that meant when he said, “You don’t need me when you got Chaos.”

“You know I need you, Hound. You. You know why. You know how it is with us.”

He did not.

“Don’t pull away from me,” she finished.

“Woman—”

Both her hands grabbed his cheeks and she got deeper in his face.

“You’re mine and you know it. You’re all I have left. Don’t take that away from me.”

This was about Black.

However she had it fucked up in her head, somehow, this was about Black.

He should set her straight about that, bring her the checks, make sure she knew he was there, he had her back, but do it in a way she knew he wasn’t there to tap her ass when she needed an orgasm.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t capable of finding the way to do that when she was naked on top of him, also naked in his bed.

“You’re rich as fuck, baby, hire a house cleaner,” she said when he didn’t respond.