Page 44 of Paco
Fuck them.He went up to his room.
When he opened the door, he saw Misty stuffing her newly bought clothes in plastic bags. “You going someplace?”
“I don’t want to be a bother to you anymore. I didn’t mean to cause any problems with you and your club.”
“You’re not a bother, and the prez says you can stay, so take your shit outta those bags.”
“Are they going to beat me?” Her voice quivered.
He jerked his head back. “Why the hell would they? Did you lie to them? Does anyone know you’re here?”
“No. I’m trying to get away from Bobby and all that. Why would I tell him I’m here?”
“Just asking. We don’t beat women, so you’re good.”
Misty sank down on the bed, her body shaking from her sobs. He watched her, rubbing his chin between his thumb and index finger, feeling helpless. He was the type of guy who came up with solutions and fixed problems, but if he wasn’t able to, it made him impatient and annoyed. A crying woman always made him uncomfortable, but at that moment an ache throbbed inside him and it pissed him off.I don’t need any of this.
She grabbed for the tissue box and took out a few, blowing her nose and wiping her cheeks. “Sorry for the mini meltdown,” she said raggedly.
“Feel better?” An overall weighted feeling pressed down on him.
She rose from the bed. “Yeah.” Picking up the plastic bags, she shoved some socks into them. “I think it’s best if I go.”
“Are you trying to get me to beg you to stay?”
Dropping the bag, her fingers flew to her chest. “What? No. Never. I don’t want you to think that.”
“Then stop packing. I told you it’s all right for you to stay.”
She kept shoving things inside those damn plastic bags. He came over and gripped her arm, but she jerked out of his hold. With both hands, he grabbed her and whirled her around. Her red-rimmed eyes stared at him, and her hair brushed over his hands. The skin on her arms was soft like satin, and the new perfume he’d bought her curled around him, sending all kinds of signals to his hardening dick. Holding her that close had fire roaring through his veins, confusing and angering him. He grabbed Misty by the shoulders and shook her hard. Tears spilled from her eyes as she whimpered.
“Now you listen to me! I don’t want a girlfriend. I don’t get involved with women. I’m only helping you. You understand that?”
Misty nodded, tears flowing down her face.
“I’ve got the club and my brothers. I have a lot of shit on my mind. I don’t need a woman. I don’t want one. Stop doing what you’re doing.”
“What am I doing?” she whispered, her gaze capturing his.
“Just that. You’re… you’re….” He pulled her in a fierce embrace. “Misty,” he whispered in her hair.
“Paco.” She pressed closer to him.
With his hand under her chin, he tipped her head back and his lips touched hers. She reached up into it, breathing out, her warm breath caressing his face. His wild eyes searched hers, and the flush of her cheeks pushed him over the edge. He gathered her hair, her face, all of her and claimed her mouth with a burning force. Hard. Full of heat. Uncontrolled. It was as if all the pent-up desire he’d been pushing down since he’d first laid eyes on her rushed out of him, and each kiss was a wild hunger for more. He swallowed her moans, and she clawed him frantically as he pressed her even closer to him. Tongues sliding in and out, panting, lips hard on hers, he craved her touch, her closeness, her essence.
He slid his hands down her arms and underneath her top. For a brief half second, she stiffened and pulled away. In that instant, a semblance of sense crept back into his head and he moved back.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” he said.
“I didn’t mean to pull away. It’s just… I don’t know. I guess the past is always in my head.”
“I wasn’t talking about that. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“Why not? I wanted it just as much as you did.”
Their gazes locked and he groaned internally, knowing he was totally fucked now that he’d tasted her sweet mouth, felt her soft lips against his, and held her in his arms.
“I gotta go. It’s probably better if I crash in another room.”
“You don’t have to.”
The memory of how she felt in his arms flitted through his mind. “Yeah, I do. Unpack your stuff ’cause you’re staying. I’ve got some things to do. I’ll come get you when it’s time for dinner.” The scent of her intoxicated him, and he didn’t want to stay in the room any longer; he didn’t trust himself to behave.
Without waiting for her reply, he left the room and headed downstairs, cursing his lack of control with each step he took.
