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“I’m counting on it.”
She helped her mother put away the rest of the groceries while Paco sat at the table and watched her. Each time she caught his gaze, her heart turned over.I’m finally going home.
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One month later
Chelsea rang upthe last sale of the day, then went over to the front door and locked it. “We’re officially closed,” she said to Jillian.
“I’ll be ready to go in a few minutes. I just want to freshen up.”
Chelsea watched her disappear among the Army surplus items, leather jackets, and biker boots. She and Jillian were meeting Paco at Cuervos for dinner and drinks. Since she’d come back to Alina, she’d started working at Paco’s surplus store. She and Jillian hit it off right away, and Chelsea was thrilled to have a good friend after so many years.
When the two entered Cuervos, her eyes caught Paco’s and her stomach fluttered. He came over to her and kissed her deeply. “You look hot, babe,” he said.
The rest of the night was spent eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing, not to mention fooling around in the back room down the hall where they kissed and groped each other. It was like Chelsea could never get enough of Paco. She was addicted to him and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Later that night, as they lay together in bed in their new house, he played with her hair. “Did you have a good time tonight?”
“Yes, but then I always have a good time with you. I’m so happy now. Sometimes, I can’t believe how I’ve come such a long way since that night you told me to get on the back of your bike and you rode me to freedom. You brought me back to life.” She stroked the side of his face. “You make me feel safe and protected.”
“Baby, you’ll never be alone. I’ll always have your back. You’re a survivor, and I love that about you. A VP needs a strong, kickass old lady.”
“I’m your old lady?”
“Yeah. Hang on.” Paco jumped out of bed and walked over to his closet. She watched his toned, corded body as he moved.He’s simply magnificent.He came back with a leather vest and handed it to her, then switched on the lamp. “Chelsea, will you be my old lady?”
The leather was soft and cool between her fingers. “Yes. I’d love to be your old lady.” She ran her hand over the vest. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured and turned it around and read the white embroidery: “Property of Paco.” She smiled. Normally, the “property of” phrase would’ve freaked her out, but she was stronger now, and she trusted Paco implicitly. For her, belonging to Paco meant a relationship full of trust, love, and understanding. They accepted each other for who they were—with their own limitations, demons, and all. Her heart belonged to him, and his did to her. They were the property of each other.
She leaned over and kissed him. “I love it. I can’t wait to wear it.”
“I like hearing that.”
“I love you so much.”
“I can’t wait to see you wearing my cut and nothing else.”
She chuckled as she stripped off her nightshirt and put on the cut. It felt soft against her skin. The lust in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.
“Get over here,” he gritted.
She came over and he swung her on top of him, the cut falling open and exposing her breasts. He grabbed them and squeezed them hard. The sweet pain made her tingle and throb everywhere. She bent down low and kissed him while wiggling her butt over his hardening dick. With a wicked glint in her eye, she pulled up and opened the nightstand drawer, pulling out soft cuffs and a feather teaser.
A devilish grin spread across his face, and he grabbed her arms and pulled her down on him. “First we’re gonna fuck, and then we’re gonna make love.”
She rubbed her nipples against his smooth chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I have all the time in the world.”
She licked his lips, then trailed her tongue down his chin, past his Adam’s apple, and around his nipples. With her heated gaze latched onto his, she slowly licked her way downward as anticipation in pleasing her man shivered through her.
My man. I like the sound of that.
