Page 98 of Paco
Chapter Thirty-One
Two months later
Ever since Chelseahad received notification that she’d passed the GED test, she’d been walking on air. She pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, smiling when she looked at all the shopping bags sprawled out in the back seat. As a gift, her mom and Peter gave her five hundred dollars to spend however she liked. At first, she thought about saving it for a car, but she’d decided that morning to go on a shopping spree at the mall.
As she bent over to collect her bags, a crunch on the gravel behind her made her stop. Her senses went into high alert, her heart raced, and the hair on her nape lifted.Someone’s behind me. What am I going to do? Think!
“Need some help with that?” a deep voice said.
She cried out and bumped her head on the car door’s frame as she tried to spin around.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
That voice. It’s Paco!She dropped the bags from her hands and turned around. Paco, dressed in black jeans, a T-shirt, and leather jacket, stood behind her. She flung herself into his open arms. “How… what are you doing here?”
Bringing his hand to her chin, he tilted her face upwards and looked into her eyes. Then he lowered his head and kissed her hard, deep, and hungry, sucking her bottom lip, then nibbling it. As he continued to kiss her, her pulse raced, her skin tingled, and she sagged in his strong arms that kept her from falling. She savored his warmth and proximity; safe in his arms, nothing could hurt her.
“I missed you so much,” he whispered into her soft skin before returning to her lips. His hard dick pressed against her belly as his hand slid under her sweater and cupped her breast.
Paco’s scent—fresh air, leather, and myrrh, swirled around her in a heady combination of love and lust. Desire surged through her as a dull ache between her thighs pulsed.
“I can’t believe you’re here. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long,” she whispered against his lips.
“Me too, baby,” he said, his tone deep with arousal as his hands ran up and down her back.
“How long are you staying?” she rasped as she rubbed against his hardness.
“Just until you pack and get things in order.” His lips trailed down her neck.
She drew back. “What do you mean?”
Gathering her in his arms again, he nuzzled her neck. “I can’t live without you so I came to take you back with me. I’m addicted to everything about you, baby. I crave your sweetness, your laugh, your warm body next to mine. You’re the fucking blood in my veins.” He bent down and crushed his lips against hers.
A million butterflies fluttered inside of her as she sank into his embrace.He came for me.All she wanted was to freeze time and stay forever in his arms, clinging to him, kissing him deeply.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. For the first time in years, she believed she was.
The sound of the garage door opening cut through their sexual fog as he drew back slightly, looking over his shoulder. Her mother’s car pulled into the garage, and Chelsea grasped Paco’s hand and tugged him beside her.
“Paco. What a pleasant surprise,” Linda said as she got out of the car. She went around back and opened the hatch where bags of groceries filled the space.
“Hey. Let me help you with those,” he said, rushing over to take the bags from her hands.
“Did you know he was coming?” she asked Chelsea.
“No. I was shocked… but in a great way.” She took out a couple of bags and followed her mother into the kitchen.
“I thought I’d come by and congratulate Chelsea on getting her GED.” Paco placed the sacks on the island. “I also came to take her back to Alina with me.”
Her mother placed three cans of beans in the pantry, and from the way her eyebrows furrowed, Chelsea knew she wasn’t pleased by what Paco had said.
He looked fixedly at her. “I love Chelsea and she loves me. I want her with me, and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. I gave her some space, but now it’s time for my woman to be with me.”
“Chelsea?” Linda stared at her.
“I love being home with you, Mom, but I was ready to leave with Paco three months ago. He was the one who told me to enjoy more time with you and to concentrate on myself as well, and he was right. I got my GED, I’ve been in therapy, and I’ve been working—but none of it means anything if I can’t share it with Paco. I love him. When I’m with him, it feels like I’m with someone I’ve known my whole life, someone who sees me for who I am and loves me for the things I don’t even love about myself.”
“We love you, honey. You must know that.” Linda wrung her hands.
