Wild Like the Wind (Page 16)

He slid out, rolled her over, then eased his weight down on her, taking some of it in a forearm.

“We had this discussion,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, and I couldn’t sleep for two nights needing your dick, so I hightailed my ass to a bad part of town to get it, and you barely pulled me in the door before you had my jeans down my thighs.”

He felt his jaw get hard mostly because she did not lie, which reminded him he was weak.

“I need you to ride this out with me, cowboy,” she said. “And the way you go at me, I’m thinking you need it too.”

“We need to be careful.”

“Chaos?”

“You.”

“Me?” she asked, sounding confused.

“Keely, you know the shit would be deep I’d be in if the brothers found out about this and straight up, that’s a worry. But I haven’t put the time in I have lookin’ after you to ever make you feel anything but looked after.”

“If you don’t think I feel looked after coming off of four orgasms in about an hour, you definitely need a better understanding of the concept.”

She was being funny and he liked that too.

But now they had to be serious.

“I don’t know what you want from me and I’ll take that sweet pussy and smack that round ass and take whatever time you wanna give to me but we both have to have a mind to where our heads are at with this, and we pull out, literally and figuratively, the minute it looks like things are gonna get fucked.”

“So have fun and don’t get in too deep?” she asked.

“So, you wanna give your cowboy a ride, he’ll take it, but the minute you get even a hint what we give each other is no longer for you, you clue me in and we go back to where we were before.”

“And where was that?”

“I bring your checks. I switch out your thermostats that stop working. Otherwise I live my life and you live yours.”

She said nothing to that.

“Sex, babe,” he said softly. “Fuckin’ great sex. And when it stops bein’ just that between two people who dig each other and have history, we cut our losses. Can you do that?”

“You’re a magnificent lay, Hound. That could take a while.”

“Good to know, Keely. But we both know it’s not goin’ there so cut a man loose before he gets so tied up, he’s strangled.”

She got solid under him and he didn’t know if it was what he exposed, what he put out there, even if he didn’t give it to her straight, or if it was the world “strangled” that was too close to the bone that made her that way.

It would be a relief to find it was the first.

“I’d never hurt you.”

She’d been killing him for twenty years.

He didn’t enlighten her about that.

“So we’re straight,” he said.

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.