Page 83 of Paco
Chapter Twenty-Five
Paco leaned againstthe counter in the enclosed porch, watching Peter grill the steaks in the backyard. Something about the big guy rubbed Paco the wrong way. Chelsea had told him he kept asking her about what she had to do to the men she’d been forced to be with, and the way he kept staring at her made Paco want to smash his fist into his face. He held back out of respect for Chelsea, but he was itching to rough up the asshole.
“I brought you another beer.” Chelsea’s uncle Dave handed him a Budweiser. Paco lifted his chin and took the can. “How long are you staying in Findlay?”
“Why?” Paco popped the top and took a long drink.
“Just wondering. It seems like you’re watching over Chelsea. Do you think she’s still in danger?” Paco took another sip and looked over at Peter, who waved. Paco turned back to Dave.
Her uncle scratched and rubbed his nose, laughing nervously. “I’m not trying to pry or anything. I think it’s nice of you to stay. It’s just that you’re a long way from southern Colorado. Your family must miss you.” Paco’s gaze penetrated his. He laughed and wiped his hands on his jeans. “But you never know if those horrible men will come back. Chelsea told us there was more than one guy involved with all this.”
Paco took another gulp of his beer.
“There you are,” Sandy said as she came over and curled her arm around Dave. “Are you two getting to know each other?” Her gaze slid up and down Paco’s body. “I can see why Chelsea’s crazy about you.” Her laugh was too shrill, grating on his nerves.
“Paco’s not much of a talker,” Dave said, his gaze darting away from the biker’s.
Paco crushed the can and tossed it in the trash can. “Later.”
As he walked out of the room, their voices grew hushed. When he entered the kitchen, Chelsea was pouring 7-Up into a large punch bowl, her nose wrinkled in a funny little way as her face tightened with concentration.She’s so damn adorable.Her long hair draped around her, and her tight jeans showed off her curves just right. His dick twitched and he adjusted his pants. She set down the two-liter bottle and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, and then a smile spread over her soft, glossy lips.
“Paco,” she murmured as she turned toward him.
“Hey, beautiful. What’re you making?”
“Punch. Where have you been hiding?” She padded over to him.
“Been having a smoke and a beer on the back porch. Your aunt and uncle came out to chat.” He slinked an arm around her waist and drew her to him.
She chuckled. “And how did the chatting go?”
“What do you think?” He nuzzled the soft spot on her neck right below her ear.
“Oh, Paco,” she moaned, running her nails up and down his back. “I miss you… missus.”
“I miss your warm body next to mine when I wake up. I got a burning for you real bad, baby,” he whispered in her ear before gently sucking her earlobe between his lips.
“Chelsea?” Sandy said as she and Dave came into the kitchen.
Paco pulled back but kept his arm around her waist.
Chelsea blushed. “I made some more punch. Can you take it out to the dining room, Aunt Sandy?”
“Since we already set up this whole homecoming party, I think you could help out and do it yourself,” Dave said, a frown deepening the lines around his brows and mouth.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She tried to tug away from Paco but he held her firmly.
“Why don’t you be a nice auntie and take the fucking punch to the dining room? I’m talking to Chelsea right now.”
His hard scowl didn’t go unnoticed, and Sandy’s eyes widened while Dave picked up the punch bowl and walked out of the kitchen with his wife following.
After they were out of earshot, Chelsea kissed Paco. “You’re such a badass,” she said against his mouth.
“I’ve missed your lips,” he murmured, his hand pressing against the small of her back.
She looked over his shoulder. “Peter’s going to be coming in. I see him putting the steaks on the platter.”
“Give me your lips.” He crushed his mouth on hers and kissed her deeply. She melded into him, and he dropped his hands lower and placed them on her ass.
