Wild Like the Wind (Page 24)

Christ.

“Keely—”

She shook her head, lifted her hand palm out his way and interrupted him.

“It’s about time I said it and it requires no response. I know you did it for me, for them, for Graham, and you didn’t even think about it. It’s in your blood. It’s in all you all’s blood. But yours especially. I know, Hound. It’s just what you do. But I’ll never forget you standing in my backyard covered in blood, and what that meant you did for me, for us, for Black. I know with every lawn you mowed and every time you took the boys for burgers and every time I’d see you close to one of them, your head bent to them, and I knew you were delivering a man lesson I’d have no hope to give, but they soaked up like a sponge, how important what you gave them was. 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.”

He just stood there staring at her over his countertop that had not, in nine years, ever had that amount of food on it and not ever had food that good on it, and he knew that shit before he’d even tasted it, and he said not a damned thing.

Not only because what she said meant so much he couldn’t speak.

Because what she said meant so much, there were no words to say.

“This is not about that,” she said low, her voice rippling over him like a soft touch. “What we got right now. What we have in your bed. Why I come to you every night. That’s about you and me. Please never ever, please, please, baby, never ever mistake what this is between you and me. And it’s not about that.”

He had no idea what it was so he couldn’t mistake it.

But she didn’t want him to think it was gratitude, so he could give her that.

“I won’t mistake it, Keely.”

“Now, the look on your face makes me want to suck your cock but I’m hungry since you made me wait forever to eat, so we’re gonna do that first and then we’ll get down to the good stuff.”

“I have a feeling, your potato salad, babe, the good stuff starts earlier.”

She smiled, it was smaller than usual and a little unsure, a little uneasy, and he worried after that, but she still did it.

“I remember you liked that,” she said. “But you’ll fall in love with my chicken.”

Hound had no doubt.

He had no fucking doubt at all.

And he’d find he was right.

Hound made it so she could take him.

With him ass to his calves, her straddling with her back to his chest, sitting on his cock, her hole primed with his fingers and lube and so much foreplay, they had to have broken a record, his dick slathered in lube too, she took him up her own ass, doing it slow.

It was agony.

She was hot and tight up there.

So hot.

Unbelievably tight.

He was working her tit with the fingers of one hand, her clit with the other and having not a small amount of trouble not taking over.

“God, this is . . . it’s . . .” she breathed then inched down on him farther. “Nice.”

He shoved his face in her neck and tried to think of things that didn’t include wrapping his arm around her hips to hold her steady and driving his cock up her ass.

“You okay?” she asked.

He was not.

“Totally,” he answered.

She took more of him.

He growled into her neck.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Baby, it’s you gotta be okay,” he told her.

She slid down farther, pushing out a breathy, “I’m okay.”

“Then it’s okay,” he grunted.

“Can I . . . are you good with . . . more?” she asked.

He wanted to shout it.

Instead he gritted it through his teeth.

“Yeah.”

She slid down farther, feeling it, taking more and then he felt her ass hit his thighs.

And he was in.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

“Good?” she asked.

“Babe, my cock is buried in hot tight. I don’t wanna hurry you but—”

“Fuck it,” she whispered.

“What?”

“Take it, baby.”

“Keely—”

She twisted her neck, he lifted up and she looked him in the eye.

“Fuck my ass, Hound.”

He went in, taking her mouth, clamped on her tit, kept at her clit and moved, bouncing her up, gliding out, pulling her down.

He went slow. He went gentle. He loved every fucking stroke. She got off on it too. He kissed her through it all.

And when she came, she sank her teeth in his lip so hard, he tasted blood.

Then when he came, he ground his cock up her ass so deep and shot so huge, he was worried he’d never quit coming.

When he did, her forehead was in his throat so he rested his jaw on the side of her head.

“Fuck, that was fucking awesome,” she said into his skin.

He smiled into her hair.

“Are you . . . ready to, uh . . . lose me?” she asked.

Never, he thought.

“I’m ready when you are, baby.”

She slid up, another agony, doing it slow, and he lost the heat of her but not for long.

She turned and climbed into his lap, legs open and rounding him, grasped his hair on either side and made out with him with his cum sliding out of her ass, getting all over his thighs.

When she was done, she kept her hands tight in his hair, her face so close all he could see was her eyes, and the look in them made the blood in his veins freeze.

“I broke the seal earlier, you know how, and I’ll break it again, right now, real quick. But you deserve it and it’s important so you’re going to get it but I was virgin back there, Shepherd. So that’s all yours. No one else has had that. It’s just yours.”

She was talking about bringing out Black.

And his brother never had that.

She gave it just to Hound.

When the blood started flowing through his veins, it did it racing, fiery hot and so fast it roared in his ears so he had no control over his actions. In fact, he wouldn’t even be aware of them until later. But in that moment, he surged up, carrying her wrapped around his hips to the bathroom. He dropped her ass to his basin, turned on the taps, wiped her clean, him clean, then carried her back.

He turned her and tossed her on his bed on her belly, shoved her deeper in using her hips, then pulled them up.

He entered the bed twisting to his back, slithering up. He then yanked her pussy down on his face and ate her.

He also fucked her again, her face and her cunt.

He was barely down from coming and she was still in the middle of it when he rolled her and smacked her ass, hard, twice.

Her body jerked, her head came up, and her pussy still wrapped around his dick clenched tight.

“Was I bad?” she asked.

“Don’t land shit on me like that without warning, woman.”

She grinned. “I take it you dug that news.”

He cracked her ass twice more and her eyes shot wide then got lazy when he was done.

“He liked it,” she muttered like she wasn’t talking to him.

He pulled her hair back in two hands but only roped the long length around one, holding it to the back of her head and curling the fingers of his other hand around the side of her neck.

“You’ll get this one warning, Keely, just this one, baby. You need to be a lot more careful, yeah?”

He knew she knew exactly what he was saying when something stole over her face, a look of surprise chased with a feminine satisfaction so profound, no way unless she worked him up to it again his cock could get hard, but witnessing that look, he wondered if that was true.