The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 113: Chapter 113

“Can I go with you? I can’t wait to meet little Paulie, Uncle Uzzi told me all about him. In fact, I took the liberty of getting him a small gift for the holidays,” he said, and Pamela was stunned.
There was nothing pre-calculated about this, nothing dishonest or her Tiger would know. The animal had gotten very good at sniffing out bullshit over the past year. But with Javi she only smelled good intentions and warmth. He seemed genuinely excited.
“Check this out,” he told her and reached over to grab something from the pocket of his coat.
She watched in complete surprise as he pulled out a tiny wooden llama. The smile on his face was so real, it made her grin, too. The gesture alone touched something inside of Pamela, and she couldn’t help but sigh a little.
Sweet, thoughtful, sexy Bear.
“It’s so cool,” she said, taking it when he offered. “But that must be an heirloom or something. The detail is extraordinary, and the wood seems aged⁠—”
“Well, my grandfather hand-carved this for me when I was a boy,” he explained. “I named him Tito, which is what I called my abuelito back then. Anyway, Tito has been neglected for a long time now. He needs someone to take care of him, and I thought Paulie might like to do that.”
“Oh Javi, that’s really sweet,” she said, and he just shrugged, ducking his head as if uncomfortable with the praise.
Bum bum. Bum bum. Bum bum.
Her heart melted a little bit more, as she watched him tuck the llama carefully back into his pocket. She hadn’t answered him yet, but how could she refuse when he had something so precious to gift to her son? Pamela pulled the plug on the water in the basin leftover from his pedicure and hoped the sound would drown out the flood of emotions threatening to consume her.
This was really big. Huge. That llama was a cherished childhood toy, and Javier wanted to give it to her son—a boy who was fathered by another man. With Shifters, situations like that could go either way. A mate could just as easily reject offspring from prior relationships, but Javi seemed to do the opposite.
Hope welled up inside of her, but she was too afraid to let it take flight. Could he be telling the truth? Did he really not mind the fact that she had a son?
“Pamela, look at me,” he said as she rolled his pant legs down. She met his eyes reluctantly.
“Hear the truth in my voice, kitten,” he whispered. “The second Uncle Uzzi told me about Paulie, my Bear and I both decided he was ours. I want very much to meet him. I will not lie to you. Not now and not ever. The idea of other men being intimate with you makes my Bear very jealous,” he said, and she heard his truth. She swallowed, confused. “But kitten, I swear on my life, I have nothing but goodwill towards Paulie. He came from you, sweet cub, and I can hope that one day you will allow me to call him mine as well.”
“Javier, I never had anyone around him. He never saw his father, and that man is gone. Killed by the Neta. He was evil and bad, and I was with him for a long time. He made me do things I am not proud of—” she confessed, swallowing her tears.
“No, querida, you have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmured and took her hands, pulling her up until she was sitting on his lap.
It felt so good, wrapped in his big, strong arms, leaning on someone else for a change. Pamela slumped against him, allowing him to hold her weight, and the silly Bear growled and kissed her head as he hugged her to him.
“The past is the past, Pamela,” he said, shushing her gently when she protested. “I know it seems soon, but I care for you, greatly. It is too early to say the words, but my Bear chooses you. I choose you and nothing you tell me will change my mind,” he said, cupping her cheeks and holding her stare.
“I am not going anywhere, querida. You can’t scare me with skeletons in your closet. We all have them. Now, I promise, I will do anything you want, go as slow as you want to, even if it kills me,” he murmured, and she laughed. “When I say you are my fated mate, that means I will do whatever it takes to get to be the only man by your side, and Paulie’s, for the rest of my life. I want you, Pamela. Only you. All of you. And I promise to be the man you need, kitten.”
“Oh Javi,” she whispered and smashed her lips to his.
She was too overwhelmed for words. But this was a place of business and with Marion and Mrs. Jones applauding, she figured she should knock it off. Pulling away from him was hard, but Javi seemed to know the struggle. He pressed his forehead to hers and breathed deep, rubbing her back with his large, warm hands.
She needed to do something, say anything, to break the tension. Hell, she was compelled to do so. So, she commented on one simple truth she’d been meaning to say.
“You know, you have really nice feet for a guy,” she said, and Javi laughed.
“Thank you, querida. You have really nice everything,” he growled softly, and her whole body seemed to vibrate in response.
“I am sorry, I can’t help it,” he apologized, but the heated look he gave her said he was anything but sorry.
“One moment, kitten.”
She’d been trying to stand, but Javi’s strong hands held her still for another moment. Pamela gasped as she felt the reason pulsing beneath her bottom. And there went her panties.
“Oh,” she said in a rush of air.
The look on his face was hot enough to melt iron. His black eyes flashed and sent shockwaves of awareness flitting through her blood. Pamela swayed closer to the big, sexy man as if drawn by some unseen magnetic force.
“Whenever you touch me, it’s like this. With you, I am in paradise,” he told her, his voice so low, it was perfect for her sensitive ears, but also guaranteed no one else would hear. Good. She wanted this to be their moment.
“It was just a pedicure.”
“It was so much more than that. I did not sleep a wink after you left last night.”
“You didn’t?”
“I couldn’t. Not without you. You make love like a dream, querida, purring beneath me like a kitten, but scratching at my back like a wildcat. I want that again. I want you completely nude and writhing beneath my body while I take you in every way imaginable. I want to mark you again, and I want your bite, kitten. My Bear needs it. It’s all I can think about,” he said huskily.
“Javier—”
Hot damn.
The man was really messing with her inner peace. She shook her head and stood up, cleaning the station while he donned his socks and shoes. She tried to ignore his husky little whispers, and whispered words of praise, but it was difficult. He complimented her like no one ever had before. Even helped her clean and return the cart with the tools to the sanitizer.
By the time they finished, she was so turned on, Pamela seriously considered taking ten minutes to go to the restroom so she could make herself come. Just so she could function for the rest of her day. Not a bad idea, she mused and excused herself to the ladies’ room. He would smell that on her though, so she was resolved to splash some ice cold water on her face, just to cool off—only Javier followed her into the small restroom.
“This is for employees only,” she started, but his lips were already crashing into hers as he swallowed the rest of her words.
Oh fuck. The man stole her breath. Literally. Their kiss was so hot Pamela felt as though she was going to combust right there.
“I want you so badly, querida,” he groaned into her mouth, sucking on her upper lip while his hands made quick work of her skort and damp panties.
Their frantic movements caused her to knock over a box with the rest of the Christmas decorations onto the floor. Jingle bells, glittery garland, and an open box of silver tinsel went flying as his fingers delved between her legs.
“Oh fuck. Yes. I mean, what are you doing?” she hissed, as Javier dropped to his knees and nuzzled her nether lips apart with his nose and mouth.
He grabbed one thigh and lifted it, draping it over his shoulder while Pamela held onto the sink for support. She bit her fist to quell the sound of her lusty moan as his tongue swiped across her slit.
“I’m starving for you,” he growled, spreading her lips apart with his fingers. “Gonna eat this pretty pussy until your honey is dripping down my chin,” he growled, and closed his mouth over her hot sex in an open-mouthed kiss that sent jolts of heat buzzing through her veins.
“Oh gods!”
“Javier. Say it. Tell me what you want. Say my name when you tell me, kitten,” he growled and plunged into her heat with his tongue, licking her all the way to her clit and back again, then he stopped.
She looked down and saw he was waiting for her to speak. Pamela nodded her head. Fingers wound in his dark locks, she pushed him back between her thighs and answered him.
“Yes, I want you to kiss me, to lick me, to make me come with your mouth. Please, Javierrrr,” she purred.
The sound turned to a groan as he suckled her needy sex with gusto, his growls and prehensile lips driving her insane. Someone turned up the sound system inside the shop and Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town rang through the air.
He wasn’t the only one coming, Pamela gasped.
Tension built inside her. Her stomach clenched and shivers raced up and down her body. Pamela drank in the sight of Javier and the oh so naughty things he was doing to her in the mirror behind them. His magnificent mouth was bringing her to heights she had never experienced.
Holy forking fart balls.
She hadn’t felt this good in forever. She bit her hand, quivering uncontrollably as she came and came and came.
“Mine,” he growled, lifting his head, his mouth and face glistening with the evidence of her pleasure.
Pamela had never seen anything as sexy as Javier covered in her juices. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in for a long, hard kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist.
She needed him. Now.