"Tell me."
"I was going to say I want everything to go back to normal, but we've never had that before." It was hard to breathe with him inside of her, and his weight atop her. "I just want to spend the whole night with you and all day tomorrow, and still, I don't think it'll be enough for me."
"Greedy," he murmured.
She sighed. "I know."
He pressed harder inside of her. "I can stay with you until morning."
"You can?"
"As soon as I'm done fucking you, I plan on taking you to my house."
"Not to the apartment? What about Cami?"
"I already asked Chrischris to stay with her."
"Hm." She tightened her legs around him. "I’m not sure she would want that."
"He'll make sure she does."
Trusting that Chrischris would do whatever possible to make Cami comfortable, she let herself get excited for the time she could spend with him.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hm?"
"Cool your jets, and give me your mouth." He pushed up onto his hands without taking his cock out of her.
She tilted her head and brought his head down, kissing him deeply.
His hips moved. As he glided back and forth in her, her mind cleared. Hooking her ankles behind his thighs, she moved against him.
The music from the other room faded away. In the semi-darkness of the room, it was only her and Paco. As close as she could get to him, she moved as her body soared.
Paco ground against her, making her inner thighs quiver. She let go of his face as he pressed up to his hands and thrust into her harder, longer.
She stretched, holding his sides. The heels of her feet found purchase on the mattress, and she widened her legs, lifting her butt to meet each of his thrusts.
Warmth flooded her body. Urgency built inside of her. She bucked, reaching for the pleasure that hovered at the edges.
Paco looked down his body to where they stayed connected. She reached up and stroked his whiskered jaw.
"Fuck me." He held still, suspended in the air.
She raised her pelvis, sliding on the length of his cock. Putting her chin to her chest, she viewed what he was looking at. Where their bodies connected, fit perfectly together as if they were one.
Moving for him, her climax grabbed her. She worked for both of them.
Her lungs compressed. She panted. Shifting slightly, she found the spot where her clit rubbed against him.
Grabbing on to his biceps, she used his body to propel herself harder. The muscles under her fingers tightened. He was close to coming, and knowing she was doing that to him was enough for her body to spiral into an orgasm.
She bucked, arching off the bed. Every nerve tingled. Every muscle tensed.
He took her to the mattress, pounding into her once, twice, and burying his cock deep inside of her. His eyes closed, and he groaned. She held him through the jolts of her body, releasing, contracting, savoring.
Within seconds, he had her on her side, cradled in his arms. She inhaled swiftly, trying to catch her breath.
He stroked her back, a shudder running through him. Closing her eyes, she wasn't sure if she wanted to rush to his house and do it all again or stay at the clubhouse and have him hold her.
Chapter 27Paco
Paco pulled Rick's truck into the front of the parking lot of the Blackfoot Casino and Resort and shut off the engine. He'd borrowed his MC brother's vehicle because Shaw would be looking for a motorcycle.
He scanned the front entrance, spotting the two men who greeted the guests and acted as security after six o'clock each evening. They'd be looking for a biker, wearing a leather vest.
To them, he looked like a guest from Missoula. He'd left his leather at home and his Harley in the driveway.
He was off the clock with Tarkio and out on his own for the next six hours. As for Josie, she believed he had club business to do. He tried to snatch as much time as he could, staking out the casino.
A lot of good that'd done him. He'd only caught sight of Shaw twice in the last month. Seeing him briefly talking to a man outside the casino and then going back inside gave him no information.
The Missoula police had no new reports of missing women, and that came in as no surprise. Shaw would be crazy to risk kidnapping anyone else after Paco killed one of his men and freed three of the four women. He was probably staying low, waiting to see if any of the women Paco recovered would go to the police.
He'd like to make his move while Shaw curtailed his side business. It meant fewer women could get hurt in the process.
Act fast, fewer people got killed.
If he would've reached Penny in time, he could've saved her life.
His head pounded. The fear of fucking up and giving Shaw another chance at Josie, hiding her away on the reservation or shipping her to Mexico, sickened him every single day.
"Fuck it," he muttered, opening the door of the truck.
He walked toward the entrance. He was taking a chance going inside.
Though he wore a flannel shirt and tied his hair back, slapping on a baseball cap, he imagined Shaw's men would recognize him if they got a close look at him.
He wasn't trying to hide. All he needed was enough time to get inside the casino and take a quick look around.
Something would stand out eventually, and he'd discover his way in to take out Shaw.
The music over the intercom, the beeps from the slot machines, and the hum of loud conversations met him the second he stepped inside. He walked to the middle of the entrance area, blending with the crowd. As they moved, he walked with them
Lingering by the slot machines, he looked for the bouncers. There were three of them in the room. Easy to find, they stood out from the guests, wearing white shirts with black slacks and sporting a tie. Everyone else wore
