His Other Half (Patches Tarkio MC, #3) - Debra Kayn Page 0,75
unfair and ugly, and your sister knew you tried. She always knew you loved her more than anyone."
He sniffed, inhaling a trembling breath. "I've done some bad shit through my life, sweetheart. Mainly to numb the shit in my head."
Her problems with Askook had added to his guilt. Her story, while not the same as his sister's past, were similar. She'd brought out everything he wanted to forget.
She swallowed, knowing that if it took a lifetime, she was going to love him until he accepted her love. Believed in it. Took comfort from her.
He'd done things most people would never do, and by the law, he was guilty. But nobody could tell her that he was wrong in his choices. He'd done what he had to do to try and save his sister. He had also killed to save her. What he faced and the crimes he committed between then and now, well, nobody had to tell her that there was a reason.
She believed in him.
She loved him.
His gaze intensified. "I can't lose you, too."
"You never will."
Epilogue
Paco
Josie's rounded ass peeked out from below her long t-shirt. Paco splayed his hand over her lower back, pushing up the material.
She jolted and looked over her shoulder, dropping the hand towel on the floor of the kitchen.
He ground his growing erection between her legs.
Her chocolate eyes sparkled. "I thought you were still in the shower."
"I was thinking about you." He ran his hands over her curved hips. "Then, I find you like this. Mm..."
He grabbed her hips, spun her around and plopped her ass on the peninsula in the kitchen, and pushed her legs apart, inching his way closer between her thighs.
She looped her arms around his neck. "I thought you wanted a bowl of ice cream."
"Changed my mind." He took the hem of her shirt and pushed it up, exposing the bareness of her pussy. "I've got a craving for something else."
Her full lips parted. At the glimpse of her tongue, he reached behind her and pushed the plastic bowls toward the sink.
Josie yelped in surprise and followed with a laugh. Music to his fucking ears.
He took off her shirt and guided her down until she was spread out prone on the counter. She shivered, her nipples peaking, at the coolness of the Formica against her back.
He moved to the end, between her legs. Rubbing her thighs, he took in her hair, spread over the counter. Her breasts falling wide on her slim chest. His cock pulsed.
He'd take her over food any day, any week, any year.
Wrapping his hands around her ankles, he lifted her feet to the surface of the counter. He gazed down, and his balls constricted. Pulling her hips toward him, he lowered his head.
She moaned, and he held on to her ankles, keeping her in place.
He flicked his tongue over the folds of her pussy. She squirmed, but he held on to her, not letting her fall.
Penetrating her with his tongue, he added small bites to her lower lips before circling her clit. Her hand landed on the top of his head, and she pulled him closer. Urged on, he slipped his tongue inside.
Her wetness covered his face. Rubbing his beard between her legs, he continued to assault her clit. Teasing and withdrawing. Plunging and licking.
His nuts ached in pleasure as he worked to wind her up tighter before easing back before she could find release.
"Ya, ya, ya," she crooned, lifting her pelvis.
He pulled back, blowing softly between her legs. Not letting her come. Not yet.
Raising his head, he met her gaze. Her eyes had grown soft and sleepy.
He knew neither one of them would last long. They'd both worked all day and hadn't seen each other for eight hours straight. He needed his other half. And she needed him.
He let go of her ankles and grabbed her hands. Pulling her into a sitting position, he lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet. Before she could touch him, he turned her toward the peninsula and pushed her upper body forward.
Her proud, straight spine in front of him. He reached around and cupped the heavy weight of her breasts and fisted the base of his cock with his other hand.
Entering her slowly, he slid into her wetness. He looked down, reveling in the slickness coating his cock as he glided in her.
Sweet agony got ahold of him.
Josie panted. A harsh exhale from her came with each of his thrusts.