Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(36)

Over stew he should tell her he was in too deep and it was time for him to deliver checks and look after her boys as they did their time as recruits and then beyond.

He knew he should do that just as he knew he wouldn’t.

And as the days went by with Keely in his bed during the nights, he had less and less in him to give a fuck.

They love you down deep to their souls and I’m grateful to you down deep to mine and it’s about time I said it.

Yup.

As the days went by, he had less and less in him to give a fuck.



“No, serious,” Hound told Keely through her shouts of laughter.

“S-s-stop,” she said, putting her spoon in her bowl of stew and waving a hand at him.

They were on his shit couch like only Keely would sit to eat a bowl of stew and dumplings.

That was, Hound was in it normal, feet up on the scratched and chipped coffee table.

She was in it sideways, legs over his lap, ass to his hip, twisted a little so she was lightly leaning into him.

In other words, as close as they could get while eating stew.

“Bev didn’t tell me that,” she said when she finished laughing. “Only Hop would kidnap his woman in order to make her marry him.”

“She was pregnant with Nash. He wanted his ring on her finger when she pushed him out. After that shit went down with her fiancé getting her drilled with a few holes, she wasn’t hip on a big wedding, but she had it twisted in her head she wanted no wedding. Hop found a way around that and they got married in jeans in Vegas by a fake Liberace.”

She cracked up again at his last and he found himself relieved that him mentioning Hop’s wife, Lanie, got drilled with holes did not make her troubled at all.

She finished laughing, scooped up more of her kickass stew, but before she shoved it in her mouth, she said, “I hear she’s gorgeous. Lanie, that is.”

“She is. But I prefer Apache pussy.”

Her gaze shot to his, it got soft, his dick started to get hard, and she chewed, swallowed, leaned in and touched her mouth to his.

She barely pulled back before she purred, “I know you do, baby.”

He shook his head. She pulled away and he went after more stew.

“I hear Tabby had a boy,” she said quietly.

“Landon Kane,” he told her. “Named after Shy’s brother and obviously, Tack. He’s cute as shit. They call him Playboy because that kid is two months old and he’s already a total flirt. In other words, got a lot of his daddy in him.”

“Her old man, uh, Shy, is a flirt?” she asked.

“Was,” he answered. “Not anymore.”

She grinned, happy for Tabby having that.

“Too bad I never got the chance to see Tack flirt,” she remarked. “I can say straight up, when Bev told me he scraped Naomi off, we went out, bought a bottle of champagne and toasted that shit.”

Hound grinned at her but said, “Tack doesn’t flirt. He gets a bitch drunk, gives her so many orgasms she doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground, then he puts her in her car and she’s lost sight of him before she turns the ignition. Even did that to Cherry. But she proved she had staying power.”

“Cherry?”

“Tyra.”

“His new old lady.”

“They been hitched, I don’t know, seven, eight years, so not that new, babe.”

She nodded. “New to me.”

“Yeah,” he muttered.

“She sweet to him?” she whispered.

That meant a lot to her, that Tyra did Tack right.

And that meant a lot to Hound that Keely felt that way.

He looked her in the eye. “He loves her and doesn’t hide it. Loves her fierce, Keely. And she deserves that.”

“Good,” she replied.

It didn’t need to be said, they were talking Chaos.

So another line he should have drawn Keely had erased.

And Hound again couldn’t find it in him to give a fuck about it.

In fact, now they were into it and she was interested and laughing, he loved that she wanted to know about her family again.

Better, with Dutch in and Jagger going to follow him, that legacy was secure and she needed to be a part of it again, even if it was in little ways.

Bottom line, with her boys in, she had to stop drifting away.

“Dutch is doin’ good, baby. He’s committed, and the brothers all loved him before but he’s earning respect. They aren’t making it easy. Maybe to make sure Chill knows Dutch isn’t getting it easy because of his legacy, they’re a little harder on him. But he sucks it up. I knew he had it in him, but he’s even impressing me.”

He knew that was a risk, bringing that up, Dutch, his legacy, but she gave him no indication she had any issue with it.

“It isn’t like he hasn’t been in Chaos training since birth, babe,” she replied.

“True,” he muttered, going after more stew and hiding his relief she seemed cool he brought it up.

“Jagger heard about having to clean your place, he told me he’s rethinking recruiting,” she shared.

Hound chuckled, knowing even that wouldn’t hold Jag back. “Jag’s a lazy fuck unless it comes to charming some girl. He’s lucky Playboy has been taken or that’d be his Club name.”