The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 114: Chapter 114

Knock-knock!
The sound of someone banging on the door wasn’t enough to bring Javier down from the natural high he got licking and sucking on his mate’s cinnamon honey flavored pussy. The naughty little noises she’d made as she rocked her hips against his face had his dick threatening to punch a hole through his jeans. And the way she’d grabbed him for a deep kiss after was so fucking hot.
“Pamela? It’s Marion, um, I’m gonna go ahead and lock up. You can punch in the alarm code when you’re ready to leave, okay? Girl, uh, you okay?”
“Yes, yes!” she cried out, but Javi was pretty damn certain that had everything to do with his shoving two fingers into her tight little pussy just then, and nothing at all to do with the other stylist’s questions.
Good thing the man left when he did. Shit was about to get louder. Javier growled against Pamela’s lips, having already lifted her off the floor with both legs around his waist. He unfastened his jeans, pushed them down, but paused a moment.
Last time they did this, it had been under the influence of her heat and his mating fever. This time, he wanted her full consent. Her body twitched, and he held her, confident in his ability to satisfy his lusty little kitten’s appetites and his own. She pulled on his hair, rubbing her slick sex against the bar of his cock, and fuck, he almost lost it. Javier kissed her lips, pressing his forehead to hers and forcing her to pause.
“Please, Javi, need you,” she whispered.
“I need you too, Pamela. But I want you to be sure it is me you want.”
“Yes. You. Only you,” she growled, her voice thick with her Tiger.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“Fuck me, Javi. I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Then he had no choice. He pressed the head of his cock into her, inch by inch, slowly, until she was full of him. They groaned in unison, and he thanked the Fates for matching him with this unparalleled female. Her tight heat squeezed him, and Javi had to fight for control.
“I am fucking you, kitten, only you, forever you,” he growled, then he moved.
“Javi!” she said, repeating his name until it was nothing but a hoarse cry on her gorgeous lips.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Now, let go,” he commanded, praising her through it all.
Javier sucked at her lips, savoring the residual honeyed taste they both shared. He fucked her in long, deep strokes, massaging her g-spot in slow, circular swirls of his hips. Fuck, her pussy clenched around him, and it felt like pure heaven. He could get lost in her, he realized, was positively drunk on her at this very moment.
Mine. Mine. MINE.
She was a deadly combination of brains, beauty, body, and compassion. Pamela Brown owned him, body, mind, soul, and heart. Yes, she ruled that particular organ. Hell, he would gladly rip the thing from his chest for her. He would do anything and everything she wanted. Always.
His mate caught his mouth in a deep kiss, arching against him and squeezing him tight. Her desire spurred him on, and he growled as he kissed the hell out of her. Just knowing they were more than compatible in this way was enough to make him believe their future was bright indeed.
The kiss turned urgent, and it wasn’t long before he was withdrawing his cock and slamming back home, balls deep inside of her. Sex with his mate was explosive, beyond anything he’d ever felt, but he wanted more. He wanted it all.
“I’m coming,” she moaned, clutching his shoulders in her pleasure. Fuck, Javi had no choice but to come with her, filling her with his seed so deep she would never be rid of his scent.
Mine.
Pride filled him as her body pulsated around him, and he drew out her orgasm with slow, tiny strokes. He had her body, but it was not enough.
Javier wanted her love. He wanted to be branded by her, to proudly wear her mating mark on his skin. He wanted her belly full of his cubs. He wanted to be a father to her son, and a mate to her for all time. She was his.
He just had to convince her.
After they’d straightened their clothing and closed up the salon, Javier walked Pamela to his Mercedes. Uncle Uzzi had very thoughtfully had his car and other things driven down to the South Jersey town before they’d even started their own drive.
The streets were dusted with snow, but the sidewalks were all neatly shoveled, making it look like a picture perfect portrayal of suburban life.
Multi-colored twinkle lights and wreaths bearing big red bows decorated every doorway. Maverick Point was the epitome of a quaint American town, and he’d felt at home the second he’d arrived.
“Where are we going?” Pamela asked.
“Don’t you have to get Paulie?”
“Actually, I have some time. He’s with the Nari. She said she would watch him so I could do some Christmas shopping,” she told him and blushed, tucking a strand of hair into the messy bun she made on top of her head.
So cute, he thought and smiled indulgently.
“Wonderful. I would love to go with you,” he said.
“Okay, good. The shopping center is this way,” she said and gave him directions.
He enjoyed the drive through town—with Pamela beside him, how could he not? Maverick Point was a very nice place, he deduced. Close enough to the city to be useful if business called him in, but far enough so his Bear would never feel crowded.
Javi was shocked when the directions took them past a large home with a pale-yellow stucco and sand colored stone exterior. He was about to confess something, but Pamela’s sad gasp had him stopping short.
“What is it?”
“Oh no,” she moaned. “They took down the ‘for sale’ sign on my house!”
“Your house?”
“Well, no. It was my dream house,” she said, embarrassment making her cheeks grow pink and her scent flare inside the small car.
Grrrr.
“Does it upset you it was bought?” he asked, genuinely interested.
“Well, I mean, I had my eye on it since they built this place about a year ago. Not that I could afford it on my salary, but I have it taped on my vision board. I guess I’ve had dreams of living in it. I know it’s silly, but anyway, I hope it got sold to a good family,” she sighed.
“I am sure it did,” he nodded. “So, what is on Paulie’s Christmas list?” Javier changed the subject. Some things were better left alone, he figured. While others made for interesting thinking.
“He’s a really great boy. Sweet and caring, he loves playing with the other kids in the Pride, now that the Neta has cubs, his mate made it her business to organize little get togethers for the children of everyone in the Pride. It’s meant the world to Paulie. I want this Christmas to be a good one for him. He doesn’t ask for a lot, but I want to give him the world.”
Pamela beamed with pride as she described her son and all his adventures. Reciting the things he wanted for Christmas to Javier, who nodded excitedly. Buying toys seemed like a lot of fun.
“I can’t wait to meet him,” he said and opened the door for her as they arrived at the large and crowded mega store.
After an hour of strolling around, munching on popcorn, and filling the shopping cart despite her protests, Javier smiled happily as the cashier rang them up.
“I don’t want you to think I asked you to come along to make you pay⁠—”
“Hey,” he told her, and kissed her lips. He meant it to be a simple, reassuring peck, but he moaned softly when she immediately responded to the small caress, leaning into him, and kissing him back.
“We are mates. I can feel your emotions through our bond, even though it is new, querida. I know you love Paulie so much it hurts. A young, innocent boy deserves to have a good Christmas. Let me do this for you,” he begged.
“You really want to get to know my cub, even though his father was a bastard?” she whispered her question, and he saw the pain and doubt in her face.
Fuck, that hurt. He wanted to dig that fucker’s grave up so he could kill him all over again.
“Pamela, I promise you, I would never judge your son, or any child, based on the sins of his father.”
“I believe you,” she whispered.
Her gold eyes had gone wide, and she nodded, pressing her cheek against his chest, and marking him with her scent in that way felines had about them. Javier had never felt so damn good about three little words.
I believe you. They weren’t I love you, but it was a start. Maybe he should be the one who broke that particular ice.
“I love you, Pamela,” he blurted, and the cashier stopped ringing up their purchases while he looked from Pamela’s stunned face to Javier’s serious one.
“Javi—”
“Not yet,” he said, shaking his head as he took her hand and kissed her fingertips. “Don’t say anything yet. Just know that I love you.”
“Uh, will that be cash or credit?” asked the young employee, who was wearing a silly grin on his face and while Pamela giggled and hugged Javier around his waist.
“Credit, and please pay for the next customer’s purchase as well,” he whispered, but Pamela heard him and the squeeze she gave him made his little tradition of paying it forward during the holiday season that much sweeter.
“Thank you, sir! Merry Christmas!”