Page 59 of Paco
“That’s good. As long as he doesn’t know, then there’s no risk that he’ll tell Bustos who we are. If that asshole knows, he’s gonna figure something’s up since we were all at the strip club,” Diablo said.
Paco nodded. “Yeah. Bustos isn’t stupid. He could be a real problem.”
“Since you’re here, your woman is safe. Once lockdown starts no one’s leaving. He won’t find out where she is,” Steel said.
They spoke for another hour about the logistics of the upcoming attack. Afterward, Paco sought out Chains and filled him in on what he knew about Tyler Tarleton and his dad.
“I’ll see what I can find, but it may not be until after we get back. I’ve got a shitload of stuff I’m monitoring in Silverado,” Chains said.
“No worries. We have to focus on the upcoming mission. We can’t make any mistakes. Thanks, bro.”
Paco left the room and went upstairs, opening the door to find Chelsea lying on the bed, her back to him. The soft sunlight fell on her bare slender legs, across which a portion of the teal satin sheet shimmered. Her dark hair fanned around her, looking more like spilled ink in the late morning sun, and a sliver of purple lace peeked out from under one of his T-shirts he’d given her. Gentle snuffling noises came from her as she breathed, and he quietly walked over and sat in the chair, watching her sleep.
She’s incredible.How had she sneaked in and cracked the ice around his heart? He never thought he’d ever feel anything more than lust and desire for another woman. He’d been vigilant in keeping his emotions buried, and it had worked—no woman even came close to challenging his decision.
When Cassie left him, he’d been devastated, angry, hurt, and bitter. For years, he never let a woman get close to him, only spending time with them for fun and carnal satisfaction. And he’d been just fine with that until he saw Chelsea at the diner. In that first connection between them, her captivating eyes pulling him in, his emotions were compromised. It was like hitting an ice patch while riding his bike: unexpected, out of control, intense.
He leaned his head back against the cushion. The way he felt for Chelsea was all-encompassing, allowing him to let his guard down, but it was also terrifying because he knew how trusting a woman with his heart could cut and hurt him deeply.
And she’ll be going back home soon.
“Hey,” she said in a soft voice.
He looked at her as she stretched, then sat up. “Hey.”
“I got so sleepy waiting for you that I just laid down for a few minutes.” She glanced at the phone. “And that was two hours ago.” She chuckled. “How did your… what did you call it?”
“Church.”
“That’s it. How did it go?”
“Fine.”
“What did you guys talk about?”
“Club business. I can’t talk about it. You want to go out for a bit? Maybe we can go to Tula and have lunch.”
“Tula? Where’s that?”
“A town about thirty miles from here. It’s better if you don’t go around Alina since that fucker is here.”
“Okay. What about your store?”
“My employees will take care of it. Jillian and Betsy are awesome.” He went over to her and dipped his head. “Give me your lips.” She tilted her head back and he covered her mouth with his, squeezing her tits softly. She locked her arms around his neck and arched her back, small noises escaping her.
“You feel good, babe,” he said as he slipped his hand inside her T-shirt and swiped his fingers over her hardening nipples.
She tugged him down lower and soon he had her on all fours, his sheathed dick buried between her legs, her ass jerking against him as he banged the hell out of her. The more he shoved in, the more she told him to go harder. He pushed deeper and harder, and when her warm walls gripped and tightened around his cock, he thrust faster toward climax. Then the knot at the root of his dick dissolved in fire, melting. His shouts mingled with hers as he came, and then her knees gave out and she collapsed on her belly with him still twitching inside her. He fell half on top of her and nuzzled the back of her neck.
She giggled. “That tickles.”
Paco rolled over and nudged her on her back, then propped himself up on his elbow and kissed her again. He couldn’t stop kissing her. The taste of her mouth, the feeling of her lips cushioned against his, the warmth of her tongue twined around his got inside him and into the air all around him. She had become indispensable.
She lightly traced his tattoos. “How old were you when you got your first tattoo?”
“Seventeen.”
“I always wanted one. I was planning to use my aunt Sandy’s ID and get one, but then all that shit happened to me.”
