Page 53 of His Other Half

She inhaled a shuddering breath. "My pussy."

He growled and settled on top of her, sliding in with ease through the wetness he'd created. She moaned, sprawling her hands along his ribs. The bulk of him pressed her down, and she came to love the security of his weight on top of her. He grounded her to the earth, to the here and now.

Only him.

Her Thunder bird.

The sun's rays lit up the room as if shining her pleasure over Paco, giving her approval.

As if she had waited for a sign, some positivity amongst the negative in her life, she welcomed Paco's tongue in her mouth, swallowed his moan, and let herself go.

Embraced and consumed, Josie orgasmed.

Paco's hips pressed against her harder, holding still, and he shuddered on a groan. His cock pulsed bigger, harder inside of her as he climaxed. Her body answered, squeezing down on him in delight.

As if in sync, they held each other. Paco cradled her head. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the calmness he brought with him when they were alone.

He kissed the side of her head. "What are your plans?"

"It's my day off." She opened her eyes. "Why?"

He pushed off her, slipping his cock out, and grabbed the condom. "I need to go to the clubhouse."

"Oh...okay." She sat up, feeling as if she'd made love to Paco nude, but she wore her T-shirt and panties the entire time. He hadn't even let the slim slip of material between her legs get in his way. He just pushed her panties to the side and bulldozed his way in, like he had with her life.

"Come with me. The partying won't start until tonight. And we can go to my house if you're not comfortable with the crowd."

"I'm comfortable with them." She stood and went to him. "If you want me with you, I'd love to go."

His gaze softened, and he kissed her. "Yeah, sweetheart, I want you with me."

Warmed that they'd conquered that problem after he'd bossed her into leaving last time at the clubhouse, she looked toward the door. "Do you think Cami can come with us after Chrischris leaves her?"

"It's Sunday. Families will be coming and going all day, and when it gets dark, it's the bikers who stay to party who stick around." He slipped on his shirt. "Want me to talk to Chrischris?"

"Maybe." She nodded. "I think that would be best. She's comfortable with him."

"Yeah?"

She smiled. "It's good for her to have a man who wants to be around her, especially right now."

He put on his vest and tucked his pistol behind him underneath his belt. The muscles between her shoulders tightened. Not a stranger around guns, she'd even shot a rifle a few times. The only people on the Rez who carried a pistol on their hip or inside their coat were those on the council and law enforcement.

She bit the inside of her lip. Having Paco carry a weapon, after seeing him the one time when he'd admitted to drinking and doing drugs unsettled her.

"What's wrong?" He stood by the bedroom door.

She lifted her chin. "You do drugs."

Saying it out loud made it a problem for her. She'd seen the devastation that drinking and drugs brought her people. She couldn't ignore a huge red flag, no matter how he made her feel when he was sober.

She also hated to think he loved something more than her because an addict would always have a need, a craving that was deeper than their love for another person.

"I do drugs when I need to get out of my head and forget my problems." He paused, his gaze growing more intense. "Before the last time, I'd gone eighteen months without using anything harder than pot. And it might not seem like it, but I can hold my alcohol."

She frowned. He hadn't explained what he'd gone through that had damaged him in a way he needed to escape.

"You're judging me." His chest inflated, and he nodded before looking away from her as accepting her silent opinion. "You don't have to worry about me doing them around you. I wouldn't."