Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(22)

She turned her head, dug her forehead in his neck, and came … loud.

Hearing it, he started pounding her inhumanly.

“Can you take that?” he grunted.

“Fuck yes,” she said like it was a plea.

“Can you take more?”

“Fuck … yes,” she answered, gasping and panting and slamming back into his ruthless thrusts as if to prove her words right.

He dropped his head, trapping hers against his neck, listening and getting off on hearing the violence of their flesh connecting cracking through the room.

“Hound,” she whispered.

“That’s whose cock you’re taking, baby,” he growled.

“Hound,” she whimpered and then went again, quaking under him, rearing back uncontrollably.

“Yeah, Keely, fuck … yeah,” he ground out then he lifted up, pulled his arm from around her, wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, and shoved her face into his sheets, his momentum increasing, jacking his cock using her pussy.

“Fuck that pussy, baby,” she said in the sheets. “Fuck it and shoot for me.”

A noise drove up his throat, thundered out and he let her neck go, clamped onto her hips and rammed her back into him as he fucked her through a staggering orgasm.

It was so huge he couldn’t stop himself from collapsing over her, his forehead hitting her between her shoulder blades.

She gave him a few beats before, breathy and hot, she gave him shit.

“Mama wear you out?”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Uh … you might be on number one but I’m on number four so … yeah,” she answered.

He put his hands to the bed on either side of her and found her ear.

“This is not a complaint that your pussy can take that thrashing, baby, but I gotta hear the words and believe them that it can.”

She moved her head in a way that it tossed her hair out of her face and Hound had to lift up to let it. Even so, some of its silk slid across his face.

And fuck, but he liked it.

Then he had her eyes.

And he liked that better.

“You could fuck me harder, I’d take it. You could eat me dry, I’d take it. You could shoot a wad down my throat that was the equivalent of a large milkshake, I’d fuckin’ love it. What I don’t think I can take, honey, is you saying I can’t come back and get more of it.”

He slid out, rolled her over, then eased his weight down on her, taking some of it in a forearm.

“We had this discussion,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t sleep for two nights needing your dick, so I hightailed my ass to a bad part of town to get it, and you barely pulled me in the door before you had my jeans down my thighs.”

He felt his jaw get hard mostly because she did not lie, which reminded him he was weak.

“I need you to ride this out with me, cowboy,” she said. “And the way you go at me, I’m thinking you need it too.”

“We need to be careful.”

“Chaos?”

“You.”

“Me?” she asked, sounding confused.

“Keely, you know the shit would be deep I’d be in if the brothers found out about this and straight up, that’s a worry. But I haven’t put the time in I have lookin’ after you to ever make you feel anything but looked after.”

“If you don’t think I feel looked after coming off of four orgasms in about an hour, you definitely need a better understanding of the concept.”

She was being funny and he liked that too.

But now they had to be serious.

“I don’t know what you want from me and I’ll take that sweet pussy and smack that round ass and take whatever time you wanna give to me but we both have to have a mind to where our heads are at with this, and we pull out, literally and figuratively, the minute it looks like things are gonna get fucked.”

“So have fun and don’t get in too deep?” she asked.

“So, you wanna give your cowboy a ride, he’ll take it, but the minute you get even a hint what we give each other is no longer for you, you clue me in and we go back to where we were before.”

“And where was that?”

“I bring your checks. I switch out your thermostats that stop working. Otherwise I live my life and you live yours.”

She said nothing to that.

“Sex, babe,” he said softly. “Fuckin’ great sex. And when it stops bein’ just that between two people who dig each other and have history, we cut our losses. Can you do that?”

“You’re a magnificent lay, Hound. That could take a while.”

“Good to know, Keely. But we both know it’s not goin’ there so cut a man loose before he gets so tied up, he’s strangled.”

She got solid under him and he didn’t know if it was what he exposed, what he put out there, even if he didn’t give it to her straight, or if it was the world “strangled” that was too close to the bone that made her that way.

It would be a relief to find it was the first.

“I’d never hurt you.”

She’d been killing him for twenty years.

He didn’t enlighten her about that.

“So we’re straight,” he said.