The Maverick Pride Tales - Chapter 54: Chapter 54
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Gretchen’s heart nearly stopped when the stranger, a big, sexy, hunk of man if she’d ever seen one, walked into her storeroom closet and startled her into falling off the ladder she’d been using to reach a box of hair products.
Someone had put the dang thing on the highest shelf, which for her, was impossible to get to without a ladder, and even then, it proved difficult.
Of course, Mr. Tall Dark and Scruffy As Fuck made up for it by catching her, fluffy ass and all, and with one hand no less!
Holy cow, she thought as she gave him the once over.
Despite his unruly locks and patchy beard- was that a burn? The stranger was drop-dead gorgeous. Like most of the men in this town seemed to be for some reason.
Must be the water, she thought. Even the women of Maverick Point, which sat at the base of a mountain of the same name, seemed to be ridiculously good looking. Like way better than average.
Elissa’s sister-in-law, Jessica, was just about the prettiest thing Gretchen had ever seen. Tall and curvy, she had the most amazing head of red hair. Being something of a hair afficionado, Gretchen was itching to get her hands on it.
Even her new friend, Kylie, was cute as a button with short blonde curls that curved towards her pretty pixie face. Kylie lived in the apartment above Jessica’s closet, the boutique right next door. She designed and made the most amazing lingerie that Gretchen had ever seen for women of all shapes and sizes.
That was something Gretchen greatly appreciated. Kisses By Kylie featured designs that were not only sexy, but also extremely comfortable for women with bigger assets. Her pretty green eyes had sparkled with mischief when she’d showed Gretchen some of her naughtier confections.
Then there was Elissa. Her bestie had always been a beauty, but even more so now with her pRegnancy glow and the knowledge that she was loved.
Elissa deserved happiness. She was so sweet and caring, but that wasn’t anything new to Gretchen. She’d lived with the woman and had been friends with her for years.
As a welcome present, Kylie had gifted Gretchen with the prettiest navy blue panty and bra set she had ever seen. She just couldn’t wait to wear it. They never had demi-cup bras in her size, and she’d been dying for one.
The navy silk was so fine it was almost sheer, but the way it was sewn together offered her ample bosoms much needed support while maintaining the sexy feel of the set. The panties were cut high on the thigh and covered her belly while offering a seamless Brazilian cut bottom with no-show lines.
She couldn’t wait to wear them. It was a shame she didn’t have someone special in her life to warrant such a fancy set. She’d tucked both bra and panty away in her drawer, wrapped in tissue paper, just waiting for a special occasion.
Not that she needed a man to wear sexy lingerie, but it would be nice. Oh well. She was resigned to the fact she would likely be wearing them for herself on some girls’ night out or a Netflix binge night. She was used to being cast as the chubby friend in the movie that was her life.
Always a bridesmaid, she sighed heavily at the thought.
Gretchen was a big girl, but she loved herself and was comfortable in her skin just the same. Even if she was heavier than most.
The stranger who’d startled her and caught her with amazing strength and speed had stunned her into silence. Being in the sexy man’s arms, even briefly, had all her secret places in a tingle.
What the heck?
She blinked rapidly, knowing she should just quit while she was ahead. But it felt so good, so right. Like she was supposed to be in his arms, if that made any sense.
But it didn’t. She had to work to snap herself out of her momentary daydream about him slamming her up against the wall and kissing the daylights out of her.
Yowza.
The image was promising.
What? No. Bad girl!
Gretchen was running a business, not a lonely hearts club for fluffy chicks, for fuck’s sake. Finally, after she’d gotten him to release her, she walked with him to the front of the store.
She knew she would feel better if she could just keep this professional and squash the alarmingly quick attraction she’d felt for the stranger. Gretchen was a realist. She was not stunning like Jessica, cute like Kylie, or lovely like Elissa.
She was just Gretchen Kaepernick. A boring brunette with a boring name. Well, not boring exactly. She’d added a few bright blue and purple highlights to the sides and bottom of her thick hair. The colorful streaks were especially visible when she wore it up. Like she was now.
Her tattoos were her best asset as far as she was concerned. Gretchen loved body art and from what she could see peeking out under the sleeve of his t-shirt, the handsome stranger had some of his own. Looked like something on the back of his arms and she wondered if it was a whole piece and how far it went across his enormous body.
Do not think about his body, she ordered herself.
Tapping her neatly trimmed nails with their fresh coat of polish on the counter, she tried not to think about how good it would feel to trace the lines of his tribal ink on those bulging biceps of his.
No piercings that she could see, though she wouldn’t mind either way. Gretchen limited her own to her ears, but she was still a fan. She had nine tattoos. Most were in places easily covered, but just lately she’d toyed with the idea of adding another on her shoulder. More likely she’d just start coloring in her largest piece.
She’d never shown it to anyone, except Elissa. Being single for over a year now, there was just no occasion to show it off. The tattoo wrapped around her right hip, touching the top of her right buttock, and reaching up to the underside of her breast. It had taken over six months to finish, but it was worth it.
The image depicted a tiger blossom tree, her favorite scent, and a big, beautiful Bengal tiger stretched out underneath the foliage. When she’d come across the images separately in a tattoo parlor, she’d begged the artist to combine them in a way she’d never seen before, and the result was stunning. Gretchen loved it.
Though the piece was mainly black, she’d had the woman add just a hint of orange and pink to the blossoms. For some reason, she’d also had the tiger’s eyes colored in a deep, dark blue. The artist had laughed and said tiger’s eyes were yellow, but Gretchen wanted them blue.
She’d always been fascinated by the big, striped cats. They were by far her favorite animal. So Regal and majestic. The stranger, what did he say his name was? Oh yeah, Reg. Well, he sort of reminded her of a tiger.
It was in the way he carried himself, like he was stalking her instead of walking behind her. She wondered if he was a tiger in the bedroom.
Blushing at her thoughts, she turned and smiled at him, trying to distance herself behind her new businesswoman persona.
“I want you,” he’d said with a deep rumble in his voice that made her knees weak and panties wet.
Someone had put the dang thing on the highest shelf, which for her, was impossible to get to without a ladder, and even then, it proved difficult.
Of course, Mr. Tall Dark and Scruffy As Fuck made up for it by catching her, fluffy ass and all, and with one hand no less!
Holy cow, she thought as she gave him the once over.
Despite his unruly locks and patchy beard- was that a burn? The stranger was drop-dead gorgeous. Like most of the men in this town seemed to be for some reason.
Must be the water, she thought. Even the women of Maverick Point, which sat at the base of a mountain of the same name, seemed to be ridiculously good looking. Like way better than average.
Elissa’s sister-in-law, Jessica, was just about the prettiest thing Gretchen had ever seen. Tall and curvy, she had the most amazing head of red hair. Being something of a hair afficionado, Gretchen was itching to get her hands on it.
Even her new friend, Kylie, was cute as a button with short blonde curls that curved towards her pretty pixie face. Kylie lived in the apartment above Jessica’s closet, the boutique right next door. She designed and made the most amazing lingerie that Gretchen had ever seen for women of all shapes and sizes.
That was something Gretchen greatly appreciated. Kisses By Kylie featured designs that were not only sexy, but also extremely comfortable for women with bigger assets. Her pretty green eyes had sparkled with mischief when she’d showed Gretchen some of her naughtier confections.
Then there was Elissa. Her bestie had always been a beauty, but even more so now with her pRegnancy glow and the knowledge that she was loved.
Elissa deserved happiness. She was so sweet and caring, but that wasn’t anything new to Gretchen. She’d lived with the woman and had been friends with her for years.
As a welcome present, Kylie had gifted Gretchen with the prettiest navy blue panty and bra set she had ever seen. She just couldn’t wait to wear it. They never had demi-cup bras in her size, and she’d been dying for one.
The navy silk was so fine it was almost sheer, but the way it was sewn together offered her ample bosoms much needed support while maintaining the sexy feel of the set. The panties were cut high on the thigh and covered her belly while offering a seamless Brazilian cut bottom with no-show lines.
She couldn’t wait to wear them. It was a shame she didn’t have someone special in her life to warrant such a fancy set. She’d tucked both bra and panty away in her drawer, wrapped in tissue paper, just waiting for a special occasion.
Not that she needed a man to wear sexy lingerie, but it would be nice. Oh well. She was resigned to the fact she would likely be wearing them for herself on some girls’ night out or a Netflix binge night. She was used to being cast as the chubby friend in the movie that was her life.
Always a bridesmaid, she sighed heavily at the thought.
Gretchen was a big girl, but she loved herself and was comfortable in her skin just the same. Even if she was heavier than most.
The stranger who’d startled her and caught her with amazing strength and speed had stunned her into silence. Being in the sexy man’s arms, even briefly, had all her secret places in a tingle.
What the heck?
She blinked rapidly, knowing she should just quit while she was ahead. But it felt so good, so right. Like she was supposed to be in his arms, if that made any sense.
But it didn’t. She had to work to snap herself out of her momentary daydream about him slamming her up against the wall and kissing the daylights out of her.
Yowza.
The image was promising.
What? No. Bad girl!
Gretchen was running a business, not a lonely hearts club for fluffy chicks, for fuck’s sake. Finally, after she’d gotten him to release her, she walked with him to the front of the store.
She knew she would feel better if she could just keep this professional and squash the alarmingly quick attraction she’d felt for the stranger. Gretchen was a realist. She was not stunning like Jessica, cute like Kylie, or lovely like Elissa.
She was just Gretchen Kaepernick. A boring brunette with a boring name. Well, not boring exactly. She’d added a few bright blue and purple highlights to the sides and bottom of her thick hair. The colorful streaks were especially visible when she wore it up. Like she was now.
Her tattoos were her best asset as far as she was concerned. Gretchen loved body art and from what she could see peeking out under the sleeve of his t-shirt, the handsome stranger had some of his own. Looked like something on the back of his arms and she wondered if it was a whole piece and how far it went across his enormous body.
Do not think about his body, she ordered herself.
Tapping her neatly trimmed nails with their fresh coat of polish on the counter, she tried not to think about how good it would feel to trace the lines of his tribal ink on those bulging biceps of his.
No piercings that she could see, though she wouldn’t mind either way. Gretchen limited her own to her ears, but she was still a fan. She had nine tattoos. Most were in places easily covered, but just lately she’d toyed with the idea of adding another on her shoulder. More likely she’d just start coloring in her largest piece.
She’d never shown it to anyone, except Elissa. Being single for over a year now, there was just no occasion to show it off. The tattoo wrapped around her right hip, touching the top of her right buttock, and reaching up to the underside of her breast. It had taken over six months to finish, but it was worth it.
The image depicted a tiger blossom tree, her favorite scent, and a big, beautiful Bengal tiger stretched out underneath the foliage. When she’d come across the images separately in a tattoo parlor, she’d begged the artist to combine them in a way she’d never seen before, and the result was stunning. Gretchen loved it.
Though the piece was mainly black, she’d had the woman add just a hint of orange and pink to the blossoms. For some reason, she’d also had the tiger’s eyes colored in a deep, dark blue. The artist had laughed and said tiger’s eyes were yellow, but Gretchen wanted them blue.
She’d always been fascinated by the big, striped cats. They were by far her favorite animal. So Regal and majestic. The stranger, what did he say his name was? Oh yeah, Reg. Well, he sort of reminded her of a tiger.
It was in the way he carried himself, like he was stalking her instead of walking behind her. She wondered if he was a tiger in the bedroom.
Blushing at her thoughts, she turned and smiled at him, trying to distance herself behind her new businesswoman persona.
“I want you,” he’d said with a deep rumble in his voice that made her knees weak and panties wet.
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