Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(25)

“I mean, she touches you, like …” she slid her hand down, into his pubic hair right to the root of his dick, “here.”

“Not gonna let a dude touch me there,” he grunted.

“Did you shave?”

“Had to.”

“Did you do it, shave I mean?”

“Yeah.”

“All of it?”

His brows drew together. “No. Just where she needed to go.”

“Did she see all of it?”

“You mean my dick?”

“Yeah.”

“She didn’t need all my junk exposed to her to get where I wanted her to go. Now can I ask where this is heading?”

“Have you slept with her?”

It was then his brows snapped together.

“Keely.”

“You have,” she whispered.

He had. His tattoo artist was a cute pixie badass princess with pink hair, serious as shit piercings that rocked and a magic mouth.

He felt it would be a mistake at this juncture to share that.

“I’ll repeat, where you headin’ with this?” he pushed.

“I’m bad about sharing.”

Ah.

“Took the test today, babe. Not gonna do that, get the results, and if we get the go ahead, come ungloved inside you and put you at risk.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

But he stared at her because he’d just agreed to be exclusive with, essentially, a fuck buddy.

He slid his hands up her back and into her hair to hold her head with both of them.

“No worries about sharin’, Keely. You got my word. But don’t lose sight of where this is at and what you’re gettin’ from me,” he warned.

She nodded.

“You gotta get home?” he asked.

“Soon-ish,” she answered.

“We gonna fuck again?”

She arched one perfect brow. “You have that in you?”

“You do the work, I could rally.”

She smiled.

“I blew you, you haven’t eaten me,” she told him something he very well remembered.

“Happy to oblige, but just sayin’, if you’re keepin’ track, I think you owe me about four.”

“I hear that, baby, but mama’s mouth is tired.”

And he heard that. She gave it her all, did it with gusto and kept going even after he’d blown.

“Guess it’s time for me to go down,” he muttered.

“It is.”

“You wanna swing off?” he asked.

He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t. He still had some hard but he was losing it fast.

She still hesitated.

Then she swung off and he lost her.

The thing that caught at him about that was it was Keely acting like she didn’t want to lose him.

He wasn’t going to get into that with her.

Instead, he rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom to flush the condom.

At this rate, the super would be up in his shit for clogging the pipes.

Whatever.

He went back to Keely and took her there with his mouth.

He pushed her there again with his cock and fingers.

Then they dressed and he walked her out to her car where they necked before he stood on the sidewalk and watched her drive away.





You’re So Chaos

Hound lifted a leg and put his boot to the door.

It popped open and he strolled in, seeing bodies scatter.

He didn’t have a mind to any of them, but the one he knew belonged to the man who lived in that apartment, an apartment in his building.

The guy tried to take off, attempting to go wide to avoid Hound, but even though Hound was a big man, he could move fast and definitely faster than a junkie.

So he caught the guy at the throat, lifted him off his feet, then slammed him down on his back on his soiled carpet, going down with him to press a knee hard to his chest even as he didn’t take his hold off his throat.

He got in his face.

“You gotta do this shit,” he lifted his eyes, indicating the dope paraphernalia that was scattered everywhere, “you do it somewhere else. Find a friend who don’t have a biker that gives a shit his building is clean. And you need to get supplied, you do that somewhere else too, motherfucker. I see or even hear that kinda scum has walked through the front door again, it won’t be the dealer I’m lookin’ for. It’ll be you. Have I been clear?”

“Yeah, uh … yeah. Yeah, man. Totally, yeah,” the guy pushed out.

“I am not a man who likes his time wasted. If I find my message has not been delivered, I won’t deliver it again. I’ll snap your neck,” Hound told him.

This last wasn’t true but the guy didn’t need to know that.

His eyes were glassy but big and filled with fear, his face was red, and he nodded his head even in Hound’s hold, because he believed him.

“M-m-message delivered,” he stammered. “P-promise.”

Hound shoved at his throat as he pushed up, not enough to cause damage, but enough to make the guy splutter and cough, turning to his side.

Hound looked down at him, feeling his lip curl.

Then he saw the carpet he was lying on was the same as his carpet, Hound’s not as rank, but it wasn’t far from it.