Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(23)

Her head on his sheets tilted to the side.

“Am I hurting you?” she whispered.

“Come so hard when I’m in you, think my balls are gonna shoot out my dick, but other than that, no,” he lied.

She grinned. “That hard?”

“Keely, you’re a machine. You’re like the bionic fuck master.”

She burst out laughing, wrapping her arms and legs around him while she did it.

He watched.

He felt.

Oh yeah.

He’d lied.

Totally fucking killing him.

She stopped laughing but not entirely when she declared, “You got new sheets.”

“Apparently, I was flexible about that first time bein’ the only time.”

She kept laughing softly as she asked, “Tested?”

“That’s just now been scratched on my to-do list.”

She lifted her head and brushed her mouth against his before dropping it back to the mattress and murmuring, “Good.”

He didn’t want to ask it, but she’d left him before dawn the last time so he had to ask.

“You need to get home?”

“Jag has discovered Dutch’s aversion to grocery shopping and never has any money, which is a mystery since he still has an allowance, now a lot bigger one since he’s still in school but mostly on his own, and he’s still human so he still has to eat and do whatever boys do, most of which I don’t wanna know. So he comes home to fuel up for the day, and he does that shit early.”

“Kid’s always been an early bird,” Hound muttered.

“It’s bizarre, and I told them it was for fun we did that DNA test two years ago but mostly it was to make sure he wasn’t switched at the hospital.”

He would have laughed.

But although part of what she said was funny, part of it was not.

“What DNA test?”

“Those ones you can send off in the mail.”

“Someone has you and the boys’ DNA on file?”

She stilled again under him.

“Hound—”

“Babe, what the fuck?”

“It’s confidential.”

“It’s not anyone’s fuckin’ business.”

He felt her temper rising even before she stated, “They’re not gonna do dick that’ll make that a problem. Tack promised me that when he called me to tell me you all had taken on Dutch.”

“It’s still no one’s fuckin’ business.”

“Hound, you’re not outlaw anymore. I gotta believe that because my boy’s mixed up in that, and Jag says the minute he finishes school he’s gonna jump in.”

Hound knew that. The brothers had already agreed to take him on the minute he made his approach.

Still.

“An outlaw never stops thinkin’ like an outlaw, even when he’s abiding by the law,” he informed her.

“Are you abiding by the law?” she asked.

That day?

Sure.

“Yes,” he answered.

She seemed to relax under him but still asked, “Should we talk about the problems the Club is having?”

“Nope.”

“Is that nope, it’s Club business and as such, none of mine, or nope, you’re not tellin’ Keely that shit because she’ll lose her mind?”

Clearly once an outlaw, always an outlaw, and also once an old lady, always an old lady.

“Mostly first, little of the last.”

“Fuck,” she muttered, and he saw her eyes roll up and stay up.

“You hauled your ass to me at two in the morning to get it tapped, baby,” he reminded her gently. “And you did it knowin’ the Club’s got troubles. We already in the zone where you wanna cut loose?”

Her eyes rolled back instantly.

“Nope.”

That was when Hound relaxed.

“We gonna fuck real quick again before you go?” he asked.

“Yup,” she answered.

He grinned.

She lifted her head, her fingers sliding into the back of his hair, and she kissed him.

He rolled so she was on top.

She slid the spent condom off his dick and tossed it to the floor beside the bed, which most women would have a problem with doing, most men wouldn’t, and Hound didn’t.

They fucked real quick.

They did it hard.

Then they got dressed and Hound walked her to her car.

“Next time, you give me a heads up and you stay in your car until you see me,” he ordered.

“Whatever you want, cowboy.”

With her, it wasn’t ever whatever he wanted.

It was taking what he could get.

So he did that right then.

He kissed her.

Then he closed the door on her after she folded in.

And last, he stood on the sidewalk and watched her drive away.

He hit his five-hundred-dollar sheets.

And he woke two hours later to his alarm clock telling him it was time to take care of Jean.



“Fuck,” he groaned, losing the sight of Keely bouncing on his dick when he was forced to dig his head into the pillows, close his eyes, thrust his hips up into hers and shoot hard.

Before he got over it, he felt her body hit him, her pussy squeeze him and her hair all over his face when she collapsed on top of him.