His Other Half (Patches: Tarkio MC Book 3)

big part of her hesitation came from embarrassment.
The time he left her at the clubhouse to go after Cami, he'd spoken about things that she hadn't told anyone. Telling her she was worth it, maybe trying to relieve her burden, and instead, she felt no relief. Only panic.
No one knew what her father had done to her or how deep he was into the crimes committed on the Rez, except Askook and the men who worked with him at the casino.
The shame put on her was too much to bear.
Paco's words wrapped her in warmth when he promised to take care of her. He was a stranger, but he brought a calming effect to her. In the same instance, he put her on edge.
She rolled to her other side and looked at the clock. It was only ten o'clock at night. Straining to hear any noise coming from the apartment next door, she hoped Cami found the calmness she needed to sleep. It was important to take care of herself after the physical and emotional abuse she'd gone through.
Ten minutes later, it dawned on her that her people believed Thunder Bird would often visit in dreams.
She closed her eyes again, willing sleep to come.

Chapter 9Paco
Sitting outside Josie's apartment on his Harley, Paco tossed his cigarette to the curb. There was no reason for him to watch over her at night, and yet he found himself outside again like he had every night since bringing Cami back.
Robert Shaw had hunkered down after Paco killed one of his men and caused a shitstorm at the casino. It would take time to clean up the mess—whether to investigate or hide the crimes. However they handled deaths; tribal law couldn't catch him off the Blackfoot reservation.
They wouldn't come into Missoula after him. Not yet.
Until then, Josie and Cami were safe. He hoped any trouble came toward him and not the girls.
Somehow, he'd need to inform Josie of what was going on soon but to tell her, she'd know he'd read her journal. Something she'd never want anyone to read. He understood how she'd feel about him invading her privacy without permission.
He knew her better than anyone ever could.
And, he owned the crime of trespassing in her personal belongings.
Getting off the motorcycle, he walked to her door. It'd been hours since she'd gone back inside her apartment after taking Cami next door. She'd be alone.
He slipped his hand into his pocket, removed his keyring, and found the key to her apartment that he'd made when he investigated her disappearance. He should've thrown it away after he'd returned her journal before going to the casino to find her.
But something had kept him from shutting her completely out of his life.
He quietly opened her apartment. Standing inside, he looked around the room. She'd left a light on.
Knowing it was wrong to encroach without being invited and risk possibly scare her, he stepped forward. Laws and rules were for other men, not him.
The bathroom and bedroom remained dark. He stepped toward her bedroom, not knowing why he'd come but knowing he wanted to be with her in any way she'd have him.
He stopped in the doorway of her room. A guttural yell spurred him into reacting.
Josie slammed into him. Instinct had him reaching up, grabbing her arm, bending it behind her back until her body was flush against the front of him. She fought, trying to get loose, trying to hurt him, trying to save herself.
"Hey, hey...it's me. Paco." He held her securely as his cock hardened from her body, rubbing against him. "I'm not here to hurt you."
She continued to struggle. Knowing Cami would wake up next door if she continued yelling, he captured her mouth.
Shocked, her mouth remained hardened underneath his lips. For him, all the blood in his body pulsed at the sudden change.
"I needed to see you," he whispered against her mouth. "Josie."
Her lips softened. "Paco?"
"Yeah, sweetheart. I'm not going to hurt you." He swiped his tongue against her bottom lip. "Open for me."
Her lips parted. Against her pliable mouth, he groaned as his body seized at the intoxicating taste of her. Though he promised not to hurt her, he held nothing back.
Sliding his tongue against hers, he cupped the back of her head, no longer holding her still. She hungrily sucked his tongue, pressing her body against his in an urgency that matched his.
His body heated. She was naked against him.
Pulling back from the kiss, he shucked his vest. Her hands went to the front of his shirt, pushing the material up to his chest. He reached behind his neck and grabbed the shirt, pulling it over his head and flinging it across the room.
Taking his pistol out from under his belt, he reached out and found a flat surface, placing the weapon safely down.
Missing her the few seconds it took him to get rid of a couple articles of clothing, he hauled her back to him and found her mouth, plunging his tongue between her lips.
She sucked on him, holding his face between her hands, and he took advantage and used her distraction to run his hands up and down her hips, pulling her tight against him. It still wasn't enough.
He shifted his pelvis and made quick work undoing his buckle, his jeans, shoving the material down to his hips, and freeing his cock. He grabbed her hips, bringing her forward, and rubbed himself against her.
She moaned, stretching to her tiptoes. He picked her up, giving her the added height she sought. The warmth between her thighs wrapped around him as she hooked her ankles at his lower back.
Pulling out of the kiss, he strained to see through the darkness in her room for the large object several feet behind him. He took her to the bed, pressing down on her. A groan erupted at the surge of pleasure pounding in his cock.
He captured her face in his hands, leaning his weight on his elbows. The darkness never diminished the