Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(30)

“In case you haven’t got it yet, babe, we’ll work it off.”

She shot him another big smile.

Christ.

He looked back at the ceiling.

She slithered full on him, hiking up her knees so she was straddling him.

More Keely.

She loved to be astride her cowboy, the more body contact she could get, the better, including direct contact of her pussy with him anywhere she could get it.

“Are we done?” she asked.

No.

Hell no.

But they should be.

He looked at her and didn’t get into that.

“How did you know where I live?”

She grew visibly confused. “What?”

“How’d you know where I live? Did you ask a brother?”

“You’re on Bev’s Christmas card list.”

So that was the envelope he got from Bev every December.

He reckoned there were at least seven of them in the mountain of mail he never bothered to open on his kitchen counter that Dutch and Chill didn’t throw out.

He opened bills.

He tossed junk (or Dutch and Chill had tossed the junk, usually Hound just piled it but that pile had spilled all over the floor about four years ago).

He set aside, evidently, Christmas cards.

“Bev sends bikers Christmas cards?” he asked.

She grinned. “You know Bev’s a nut.”

He did.

Why Boz got shot of her, Hound didn’t get. She could ride a man’s ass, and she did. But she’d never done it when Boz, who could be an idiot, didn’t deserve it, and this was mostly only when she caught him with his tongue down the throat of some female biker hanger-on or worse, when she caught him with his hand up the skirt of one. Considering that, obviously Boz could be enough of an idiot, even Hound, as his brother who would never normally call that shit, could call it.

But it wasn’t often, and even if his transgressions bought it worse, it wasn’t that bad.

Mostly she was sweet, really into Boz and a nut.

He couldn’t think on any of that.

He had to think about something else.

“So Bev knows you came here?”

“I told Bev I was a bitch to you and you weren’t givin’ me a shot to say I’m sorry, so I asked if she knew where you lived and she told me. So the answer to your question is, yes. She knew I came here. But no, she doesn’t know I’m still coming here.”

Hound relaxed.

“She’s still totally in love with Boz,” she announced.

He focused on her, not sure he wanted to get into this with her for a slew of reasons.

“I’d interfere with that if I still wasn’t so ticked at Boz for not reconciling with her after she broke it off with him for being an asshole,” she went on.

“Babe, you know you don’t get involved in that kind of shit,” he warned.

And he was right.

Except for the fact that Tyra Allen had now been head old lady for nearly a decade and she stuck her nose in anything she wanted. To the point it sometimes caused friction with Tack, the most recent being when she got in there when High and Millie were getting back together.

Tack had not been happy.

The part that sucked was that the end result could not be argued. It wasn’t the end result that sucked. It was the fact it didn’t would give Cherry excuse to do it again.

He didn’t share this with Keely because they should absolutely not do this. Her being a part of the Club the way she was and always would be, him being a brother of the Club, if she was his old lady, post-fuck conversation would be just like this.

But she would never be his old lady so this was a boundary they definitely should not cross.

“You know what drove him to not taking her back?” she asked.

“I know you know I’m never gonna share that shit with you. I also know you know it’s not your business. I further know you know that you don’t stick your nose in that shit or it might get bit off. And last, straight up, babe, as cute and hot and beautiful as you are, you know all this enough to know we’re never goin’ there no matter how cute and hot and beautiful you get to try and get it. Yeah?”

She scrunched her nose, which witnessing it was so cute it made Hound wonder if what he’d just said was true.

“You’re so Chaos, it’s kinda annoying,” she snapped.

“Well … yeah,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes.

“Are we done fucking tonight or what?” he asked.

Her eyes went up to his alarm clock and he tilted his head on his mattress to do the same.

It was nearly one in the morning.

She usually texted him around nine or ten that she was downstairs and he went down and brought her up.

She also usually left around now.

“I best get going,” she muttered.

Hound hugged her. He kissed her. He rolled them both off the bed.

She cleaned up in his now clean bathroom.

They got dressed.

And they necked by her car before she got in it and drove away.

Hound did not do what he normally did, go up to his crib, take off his clothes and collapse in his bed, falling asleep smelling Keely.

He went to the bathroom and flipped the light on.

It was cool how much better he could see himself with a mirror that wasn’t covered with water spots, toothpaste splashes and grime.