Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(29)

He let her ride him until it was time to take over and then he took over.

He rolled her to her back and rode her like that. Then he got to his knees, pulled her legs up his chest and watched her take his dick like that. Then he pulled out, turned her to her belly, hauled her up to her knees and took her like that.

And in the end, he drove her off her knees to her belly in the bed, and with one hand shoved under her, finger at her clit, taking her there in a wave of orgasms that ended up with her uncontrollably yipping at the same time begging him to stop as well as fuck her harder, he finally shot in deep and clean, nothing in between, jetting his cum into Keely.

He gave her his weight, shoving his hand at her clit deeper so his fingers spread feeling the root of him rooted in her, also pushing his other hand under her, transferring some weight to that forearm as well as curling those fingers around the side of her neck.

“I want you to take my ass.”

He had a lot of things to say to her, things they needed to go over after they’d both come down, but that breathy announcement while she was still coming down took him off target.

“Say what?” he asked, lifting his head to look down at her profile.

She twisted her neck to catch his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me up the ass, baby,” she whispered.

His hips dug into hers involuntarily.

“Right now?”

She grinned. “You got lube?”

He did not.

Not there.

He did at the Compound.

“Nope.”

“Then definitely not right now.”

“Keely—”

“I’ll bring lube tomorrow night,” she offered.

“Babe—”

A strange intensity came over her face and when he saw it, Hound braced.

“I want you up my ass, Hound. I want your cum down my throat, up my cunt and in my ass. I want wild. I want fire. With you, I’m Keely. You take me hard. You ride me rough. I’m not a mom. I’m not the attendance officer at the high school that the kids alternately think is the shit, because I am, or think I’m a pain in their ass because if they miss school, I am. I’m a woman. All woman. The woman who likes to get fucked however you wanna fuck me.”

Keely had never taken her Chaos checks and sat back drinking martinis and watching soap operas all day.

She’d taken her job as the truancy officer at Dutch and Jag’s high school during Dutch’s sophomore year, this after having a variety of part-time jobs from about a year after Black died to when she got her masters in social work.

She was a mom. She had that job and ones that paid and got her out of the house. She took care of her boys and her home. And she went to school.

Hound had always admired that, considering he eventually had to get his GED before he could get his mechanics license, something he had and kept up but never used since his job for Chaos and Ride was not about holding a socket wrench.

She didn’t make a lot but she didn’t need to. What Chaos gave her, she could live on easy.

Instead, she fixed up the house like she and Black had plans to do before he died, all reno’ed from basement to roof. She took the boys on kickass vacations every spring break and summer, from places like Disneyland and shit like that when they were young to the Grand Canyon, Yosemite, Aruba, and Alaskan cruises when they got older. When they got their licenses, she got both boys cars (even though she made them get jobs so they could pay for the maintenance and gas) and paid for both boys’ schooling. And Dutch and Jag had told him she had accounts for both of them that they’d get when they were twenty-five or when they got married so they could put a down payment on a house.

And these accounts were substantial.

“You said you’d do my ass before, Hound, but are you not into that?” she asked, taking him back to her.

“Babe, you want me to fuck you up the ass, I’ll do my best not to shed a tear right now I don’t got lube. But just sayin’, that’s not how we fuck. We fuck tough. No one can take tough up their ass.”

“So fuck gentle.”

Fucking Keely gentle.

Fuck.

He pulled out, slid his arms from around her and rolled to his back.

Keely, like always—absolutely always—immediately got close again, doing this landing her tits to his chest and putting her face in his.

“So am I bringing lube tomorrow night?” she asked.

“You don’t need to. I have some at the Compound,” he answered.

She shot him a huge smile.

Christ, only woman on the planet that he knew who’d look that happy she was going to take cock up her ass.

Wild. Fire.

Keely.

Yeah.

Christ.

Apparently, he wasn’t going to end it tomorrow like he should have ended it that night. But since he didn’t, that shit should happen tomorrow.

Apparently, he was bringing lube and coming up her ass.

Hound looked at the ceiling.

“I’ll come early, bring some chicken,” she stated and his eyes moved back to her. “Say, six?”

He had to get dinner for Jean and help her to bed. She went there early and watched TV until she snoozed.

But not that early.

“Say, eight.”

Her eyebrows went up. “Eight? That’s late to eat, Hound.”