The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 115: Chapter 115

It took over an hour to wrap all the gifts and hide them in her small apartment, but they worked together and got it done. Afterwards, they’d ordered a couple of pizzas and cold orange soda. Her favorite.
“Would you like another slice?” Javier offered her the last of the meat lovers’ pie from Grimaldi’s Pizza, but she shook her head.
“No, I can’t eat another bite,” she said and watched him finish the oversized slice in four bites.
“I am always hungry. Can’t help it, I am a Bear that way.”
He shrugged and wiped his mouth neatly with a paper towel. She’d been embarrassed by her home, but Javi had put her worries at ease immediately. He really did not care about pomp and circumstance and seemed to genuinely like being with her.
“I mean, you’re big, don’t get me wrong, but there isn’t an ounce of fat on you anywhere,” she replied, and eyed him from head to toe.
“Fast metabolism, you know how it is,” he said.
“Hardly,” she looked down at her body and stopped when he growled.
“My mate’s body is fucking gorgeous and no one, not even her, should say otherwise in front of me. This body is mine.”
Javi stalked over to her on all fours from their makeshift picnic in the living room, aka her bedroom. He caged her beneath him, forcing her to lean back as he nuzzled her neck and reached out a hand, petting her from her shoulders to her breasts, belly, hips, and ass. He handled every soft curve and roll gently and expertly.
“Every inch of you is sublime,” he said, and punctuated the statement with a thorough kiss that left her panting.
He sat back, eyes glittering before he rose to clean up their dinner. It took a moment for her to snap out of the trance he’d put her in, and from that cocky grin on his face, the bastard knew exactly what he was doing.
Dangerous, sexy, stunning Bear.
Mate, chuffed the Tiger.
Javier had been calling her that all day, and so far, she had yet to return the moniker. Pamela was cautious that word. She did like him, though. She was very fond of his impeccable manners and sense of style. She adored the way he was always touching her and complimenting her without it being forced or fake. Javier was not like any of the men she had ever known.
Perhaps that was one of the reasons she found it so difficult to say no to him. But it was more than that, she realized as he efficiently cleaned the remnants of their dinner and gift wrapping. He tied the garbage bag closed and replaced it before leaving her apartment to toss the full one down the chute. Before he went, he kissed her again and this time she gave into it immediately.
Hell, she damn near swooned at his every touch. He was always kissing her. He was attracted to her, which was good, but he also talked to her. That was new and exciting. They’d chatted in the car and through their meal. Being with him was easy. Fun.
He seemed to enjoy holding her hand when they shopped. And when he couldn’t do that, he placed a palm on the small of her back. It was old fashioned and sweet, and it made her feel protected—taken care of, wanted even.
That was something Pamela didn’t think she’d ever felt before. Then there was the sexual attraction she felt for him.
Holy flaming fart balls, did she want that man like crazy! And it was only going to get worse. She knew that from hearing the Pride’s females talk. Images of their earlier love-making—that frenzied, wild passionate ride inside the restroom of her place of employment—kept flashing through her mind and damn, it had been beyond exciting. He was so damned hot. She shivered in anticipation whenever he was near her.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked in a rumbly voice that meant he knew exactly where her mind had gone.
“Mmm, I can’t help it,” she admitted. “But there’s no time, I have to get Paulie.”
“Nothing to worry about, love. We have all the time in the world. I am not going anywhere,” he said and gave her another quick kiss before they left to get Paulie.
“Hello!” Pamela called inside the Pride House as she and Javier entered through the front door.
“Mommy!” Paulie came running towards them like a little whirlwind of energy, nearly toppling her over.
“Hello, little cub. Oh, I think you’ve grown another inch,” she teased and hugged him tight.
“I did, Mommy. I did! I ate all my chicken dinner, and Aunt Lissa says I’m gonna be a huge Tiger someday. Who’s that man?”
“Hello, Paulie.” Javier knelt down and extended a hand. “My name is Javier Auberon, but you can call me Javi. I am a friend of your mother.”
“Hey, I got a loose tooth, wanna see?”
“I would love to,” he said, and settled on the floor to get a good look.
“I ate nine chicken strips for dinner and that was more than my friends. How many can you eat?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Probably thirty, but I have to keep the Bear inside of me happy.”
“You have a Bear? Cool! I have a Tiger,” Paulie said excitedly. “So, you like my mom?”
“I do, Paulie, very much. I like you too.”
“I like you too. But you have to be nice to Mommy, and never make her cry or someday my huge Tiger will eat you up,” Paulie said very seriously.
“I see. Well, I can promise you that if I ever make her cry, it will not be on purpose. I only want her to be happy. And you too, Paulie. But if I mess up, maybe you can talk to me before you eat me?” he asked, and Paulie considered his words before nodding.
Pamela bit back tears as she watched the two most important males in her life get to know each other. Paulie took Javi’s hand and was now tugging him into the living room to show him the Pride House’s Christmas tree.
“Hello, I’m Hunter Maverick.” The Pride Neta stood in the living room with both his daughters when Javier and Paulie walked in with Pamela behind them.
“Hi Hunter! This is Javi. Oh, Mommy, Melly was pullin’ my hair again,” her son complained. Pamela murmured sympathetically, noting the way his eyes went to the baby, and he was smiling, so it could not have been all that bad.
“Yes, she is fond of hair-pulling,” Hunter said apologetically.
“Nice to meet you, I am Javier Auberon,” the Bear said politely, bowing his head in reverence to the leader of the Pride.
“Pamela? Have something to tell us?” Hunter asked, teal eyes glowing with his Tiger.
“Oh, um, well, Hunter, Paulie, Javier is my, well, he’s, uh⁠—”
Pam looked between the two men and down at her son, who was also gazing at her with his head cocked to the side. Then she froze.
“I am her friend. We are still figuring things out,” Javi explained, and winked at Pamela.
“PAMELA!” the sound of her name being screamed from the kitchen set her into action and she excused herself from what had just become an awkward situation.
“Elissa? What is it?” she ran to the kitchen to see the Nari bent over a tray of what were supposed to be gingerbread Santa hats—only, er, they weren’t.
“Ohmygawd,” snorted Jessica, who snagged one of the cookies hot off the tray. “You made gingerbread boobs!”
“Shut up, heifer,” growled Elissa, as she tried to push the cookies back into shape.
“Dey twaste gwood though,” mumbled Jess with a mouthful of the spicy holiday treat.
“What? Don’t talk with your mouthful. Is he here?” Elissa asked, addressing that last bit to Pamela.
“Who?”
“Who, she says! You know, Marion was on the phone with Gretchen the second he left the salon. I swear that half-Troll knows everything before I do! Gretchen called Jess, who came here to tell me about your new bae—and for some reason she is still here eating me out of house and home! But Pam, I can’t believe you didn’t let me know you got a little sumpin’ sumpin’ last night!”
“Holy shit, Elissa, how do you talk so fast?” Pamela stared in wonder.
“It’s a Hoboken thing,” she mumbled, taking a bite of her own gingerbread boob. “And don’t change the subject.”
“Yeah, we wanna know if you got that itch of yours scratched,” Jess said, snorting as she decorated another cookie with pink frosting and a cherry in the middle where the nipple went.
Pamela snorted and laughed. Jess waggled her eyebrows up and down in what was actually very disturbing before popping the frosted boob cookie into her mouth.
“So good,” the redhead moaned.
“Shhh,” Pamela closed the door to the kitchen and sat down. “He’s a Shifter. He will hear you guys!”
“We heard he’s got an accent,” Elissa continued. “Is it hawt? Like British or like Aussie hawt? Come on, spill!!”
“OMG! Okay, if I tell you will you both shut up?”
“YES!! Um, yessss,” they both shouted, then whispered in unison.
“Gods, help us,” Pamela rolled her eyes, “He is from South America, Ecuador, actually. And he only has a slight accent, but it gets more pronounced when we, um, that is when he is emotional.”
“OMG! Really?”
“He comes with an accent! Get it?” Elissa asked, erupting in gales of giggles at her own sense of humor.
“I will not share if you keep interrupting,” Pam threatened.
“Shush, Liss. Go on, Pam. Tell us more,” Jess begged.
“Okay, one thing. So, when he says my name sometimes, it’s like, holy fucking shit hawt,” Pamela said, mimicking Elissa’s own Hudson County accent when she said the word hot.
“I knew it. So, his accent increases when he’s fucking, right? That is so hawt! And he calls you Pamela, right? But like this, Pa-mela! Slower on the first syllable, right?”
“Elissa, no. Please shut up,” she begged respectfully, but of course the Nari was on a roll.
Loveable little nut job that she was, Elissa continued to butcher accents everywhere by repeating Pamela’s name fifty-odd times. There was nothing else to be done, she supposed, so Pam just sat and stuffed a gingerbread boob into her mouth. She shook her head and repeatedly begged the Nari to please stop every few minutes. After so much abuse, Elissa screamed and the whole damn house stood still.
“AGHHHHH! I am so happy for youuuuuuuu, PA-MELA!” Elissa shouted and fanned her face.
Just then, the kitchen door opened to admit a red-faced Hunter. Javier followed, looking around anxiously. Then he tried, and failed, not to laugh. Pamela, on the other hand, wished she could disappear through the floor.
“What the hell is going on?”
“Um, nothing honey, I was just saying accents were sexy. Want a boob?” The Nari held up a cookie as a peace offering, but her mate looked pissed as hell.
“Ladies,” growled Hunter, as he stalked his wife, who was trying not to giggle. “This is Javier. Jess, watch my kids while I have a word with my wife.”
Hunter bent down and scooped Elissa off her chair, tossing the blonde over his shoulder before heading towards their suite of rooms on the other side of the Pride House.
“Aren’t they romantic?” Jess sighed and stood up to go to the twins.
“Do you need help with them?” Pamela offered.
“Nah, Brayden’s already on his way back with my order from Bear Claw Bakery. Should be here in five minutes. You guys go on, get outta here!”
“Yes, let’s go, Pa-mela,” Javier said her name in that deep husky way that made her panties go damp almost immediately with need.
Flaming fart balls!
Javier had definitely heard her talking about him to her friends.