She smiled, knowing the feeling.
At one time, the clubhouse and the bikers made her feel uncomfortable. Over time, she'd grown accustomed to how they looked and acted, and got to know a lot of them when they watched over her and Cami.
But none of them made her feel like Paco. There was always an attraction to him. From the start, she had no self-control around him. It was all or nothing.
The moment the car came to a stop, she got out. A sense of relief always came over her around the clubhouse. She knew there was a real need to stay safe as long as Askook was alive and thought he owned her, but at work, the clubhouse, and being around Paco, she could breathe.
"Wait for me." Cami hurried around the car and grabbed her hand.
Going inside, she looked around for Paco. The place was packed. Bikers were drinking. Women were dancing. Music blared. Smoke wafted heavily in the air.
Chrischris approached them, leaned down, and spoke in Cami's ear. Her friend turned to her and motioned outside. Wanting to find Paco, she nodded and pointed that she was staying. She understood that Cami hated being around the smoke.
Moving out of the way of two bikers roughhousing, she walked through the crowd, searching for the one man who made her happy.
She found Paco in the hallway with his back to her as he talked with Curley and Priest. Her toes curled in her need to go and touch him.
He was formidable and sexy. The hours away from him only made her excitement higher to be with him.
She inhaled deeply, knowing he'd smell of leather, outdoors, and the faint scent of tobacco the closer she got to him. Her stomach fluttered, and she caught her lip. It'd been over twelve hours since she'd seen him, and she wanted to know everything he'd done, thought, felt, during their time apart.
She craved to see her own desires reflected back in his gaze and experience the desperation she felt every second of the day.
She wanted to hold him and touch him.
Curley caught sight of her and lifted his chin. Paco slowly turned and spotted her. His gaze warmed, and he turned away from the others. That was her sign that she could interrupt, and she walked to him, unable to hold back.
Stepping into his embrace, she circled her arms around his neck and held on as he lifted her off her feet. She squeezed all her excitement onto him and received his pleasure at seeing her back.
She kissed him, radiating in his presence. She captured his face, pulled out of the kiss, and walked her fingers over his face to make sure he was here and whole.
"You're okay." She put her lips on his cheek and inhaled deeply.
"Are you done inspecting me?" He picked her up.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, as he cupped her ass. Happiness filled her, and she laughed. He would never understand her desire to simply look at him.
He was gorgeous. The epitome of a man with his hard body, made to protect and provide, and an inner soul that she'd come to learn was only shown to her.
He was her Thunder Bird, and nobody could tell her differently.
"Never." She kissed him again.
He growled in her mouth and started walking. A thrill went through her, having used the bedrooms in the clubhouse before with him.
She needed that connection to him when they're lives seemed to go in two different directions lately.
She lived a fragile existence, always looking over her shoulder. And, Paco carried more responsibilities than anyone she knew. He went about it with such strength, she worried about him taking on too much.
He needed this. She wanted to give him this.
In the bedroom, he kicked the door shut. She wiggled, wanting down. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she lifted the front of his shirt and pressed her lips to his bare chest. The warmth rolled off him, and she moaned against his skin.
He'd been riding. Fresh air clung to his testosterone-filled skin.
"You smell so good." She kissed him all over his upper body.
Paco pushed his hands between their bodies and undid the snap on the pair of shorts she had on. She shimmied out of the bottom half of her clothes and jumped back on him, needing closer.
He swung her around and tossed her to the bed. She smiled inside at his rush. The same feelings were circling in her. She couldn't go fast enough.
Paco took a condom off the pile on the dresser, loosened his jeans, reached inside his boxers, and pulled out his hard cock. Raised and supported by her arms, Josie took in the masculine pride.
She dragged her gaze up his body to the diamond patch of hair on his chest, and then his face. He might as well have reached out and touched her with his eyes. Her nipples peaked under her shirt, and she squeezed her thighs together at the onslaught of pleasure.
"Love you, sweetheart," he whispered.
The tone of his voice contradicted the fierceness in his arm as he fisted his cock and rolled a condom on.
"I love you, too," she whispered back.
The depth of her admittance could never be shared. If she wrote down all her feelings and the many reasons why she loved him, it would never be enough.
He would never know how much she loved him, and she hoped to get the chance to show him every minute of the day, even if it took her whole life.
He looked down and stalked forward, taking her flat on the bed. Claiming her mouth, he slid between her legs and plunged into her pussy.
She gasped, holding on to him.
He stilled. His cock pulsed bigger, harder, inside of her.
Pulling his mouth off her, he held her head and pressed his forehead against her forehead. "Fuck, I needed this."
"Me, too."
