Page 53 of Paco
“Your pussy feels real good, baby,” he panted as he pounded in and out of her. “I’m gonna make you come until you can’t breathe.” He slipped his hand between them and stroked her sweet spot as he kept pummeling in and out.
Her heated walls tightened with every thrust, and she knew she was about to come all over his dick. Faster. Harder. Deeper—his thrusts kept coming, driving her further up the ladder to ecstasy. A jolt of white-hot pleasure arced through her and she flung her arms over her head, grabbing the legs of the nightstand and twisting beneath him as euphoria pushed her over the top.
He stiffened, then held her gaze. “Chelsea,” he rasped as he panted and then collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving. She draped her arms over his shoulders and lightly rubbed his upper back.
Her mind was whirling. She’d never experienced such an explosion of sensations in her life. She gave herself to him, and he treated her like she was a precious gift. He’d been hesitant to give it to her hard, but she needed him to. How could she explain that rough sex was her way of letting go, of putting all her trust in him, and in doing so she regained her confidence? Considering her past, she knew it had probably sounded fucked up to him, but she’d needed that trust in him to help her break out of the chains of distrust and fear.
She blinked rapidly. He’d done as she asked without ridicule or mistreatment, and in that moment, she felt closer to him than she’d ever felt to any man.Is this what love is?Her heart soared as she hugged him, kissing the top of his head.
He pulled up and smiled at her, stroking her jaw with the rough pads of his fingers. “Damn, woman.” Dipping his head down, he kissed her gently.
As he looked at her, a low growl came from her stomach, and she cringed with embarrassment; she hadn’t eaten since early that morning.
He laughed. “I promised you a steak.” He pushed back and stood up, then helped her off the floor. Tossing the condom in the trash, he looked at his phone. “We better get going. Flanigan’s closes early on weeknights.”
With her insides bursting with joy, she kissed him quickly, then went to the bathroom to get ready.
***
The cherry woodand red leather booths in Flanigan’s reminded Chelsea of the Cotton Patch Steakhouse back home. She and her family had gone there at least two times a month for their Sunday night fixed menu.
Sitting across from Paco, sipping a glass of chardonnay, blew her mind. The previous week, she was forced to take off her clothes and shake her body in front of a bunch of men in Silverado. She never imagined she’d ever be free from that life.
“Did you find something you like?” Paco asked.
“Everything’s so expensive here. What are you having?”
“Don’t worry about the prices. I’m going with the porterhouse steak with cognac butter. The cognac butter fucking rules. You should try it. You like mushrooms?”
Nodding, she looked down at the menu.The porterhouse is sixty fucking dollars.She glanced up. “You make that much money owning a surplus store?”
Paco’s face split into a wide grin. “The store makes a decent revenue. I also have money coming in from the club’s businesses. All members share in that. Don’t get hung up on the prices. Just order what you like.” Grasping her hand, he brought it to his lips and kissed it, his gaze fixed on hers. “I’m glad you’re having dinner with me.”
She smiled. “Is this the standard restaurant that you take your dates to?”
“No fucking way. You’re the only woman I’ve brought here.”
Her body warmed. Looking at him in his leather cut and tats, he exuded toughness. She was sure he instilled fear in most people—they probably stepped out of his way when they encountered him—but to her, he had an inner beauty shining through, a sparkle nothing and no one could ever take away.
“Are you ready to place your order?” the waiter asked.
“Know what you want?” Paco asked her.
“Yeah. I’ll have the filet mignon, princess size, with the cognac butter.” She darted her eyes to him and he smiled. “I’ll also have an order of asparagus. And please make my steak medium rare.”
“Do you wanna share a Caesar salad with me?” Paco said. She nodded, and he placed his order.
Her dinner was delicious, the filet mignon melting in her mouth. When the waiter came by asking if they wanted any dessert, she shook her head and placed her hands on her belly. She was beyond full.
As they sipped an after-dinner drink—he a Jameson whiskey and she an Irish cream—his eyes never left hers for an instant.
She put her glass down and took a deep breath. “You know so much about me, but I don’t know anything about you except that you’re a gorgeous and sexy-as-hell biker, own a store, are a great kisser, have a kind and generous soul, and gave me my first orgasm.”
“You’ve never had an orgasm before?”
She laughed. “How is it that you only homed in on that one?”
“I’m just surprised about it. I’m glad I’m your first.”
