Jaguar Pride 1: Wicked Shift – Contemporary BBW Paranormal
With no Mr. Right in sight, Paige Woods has decided to take matters into her own hands. Or rather the hands of a fertility specialist. At thirty-eight she’s determined to have the family she’s always dreamt of and sees no need for a man to make that happen. Paige has wasted enough time searching for the man that won’t break her heart and is over the entire process. She wants a baby. Period. If only the hot hunk of man she met recently wasn’t so appealing… and gay.
Vincent Manos can hardly contain his inner-beast when he caught Paige’s scent. She’s his mate! He had searched for the woman to complete him for over one hundred years and he had found her, in a gay bar of all places. Now he just needs to clear up the inconvenient confusion surrounding his intentions and everything will be well. Won’t it?
Excerpt #1
Tick tock tick tock…
Was Paige the only one who heard the infernal ticking? The constant reminder that her ‘so called’ biological clock was winding down, faster and faster as each day passed. The annoying sound, with its steadily increasing tick, screamed at her that she wasn’t getting any younger.
At twenty-nine…No, I’m thirty-eight. I may lie to the rest of the world, but I need to stop lying to myself. That’s how I ended up like this. Thirty-eight, no husband, no romantic interests, and no children.
Paige had grown up dreaming of having her own large family, yet here she was, old and alone. Okay, maybe old was relative and alone wasn’t exactly accurate either. She did have her best friend, Steven, on the other side of the gay bar, chatting up another guy.
Taking another sip of her apple martini, she sighed and sat the glass down. Toying with the stem of the cherry, she zoned out.
“Come here often?”
Startled by the velvety voice invading her thoughts, Paige shot the stranger a ‘fuck off’ look. She didn’t need some man invading her pity party when it was getting good. She started to tell him just that, but when she locked eyes with the stranger all thoughts left her brain.
Paige looked up into a set of golden, sunlight colored eyes. Couple those eyes with his midnight black hair that touched the top of his collar and he was breathtaking. His skin was deeply tanned and made her think he was from some Mediterranean country. When she let her eyes take in his face, her suspicions were confirmed. The strong features she saw in his face could only come from being born into a long line of Greeks. With his chiseled jaw and strong nose, he looked like a Greek god fresh from the pages of some of her favorite myths. Appearing to be in his mid-twenties with a body that was muscled in all the right places, Paige thought he was the kind of man that could go all night. Too bad he’d be going all night with another man. Why was he sitting next to her instead of scoping out the fresh meat scattered throughout the bar? Could he be the lone straight man in the building? Never.
Internally slapping herself for being attracted to a man that must be gay, she narrowed her eyes on him again. She was determined to get him to leave her to her self-inflicted pity party. Let’s be realistic, a woman sitting alone in a gay bar and he was going to sit next to her and ask ‘come here often?’ Please.
Continuing to stare at the man, her mind rolled through the reasons why he’d decided to sit next to her. Why would he start up a conversation with her?
Holy shit! He thinks I’m a transvestite! Oh my god, do I look like a man dressed as a woman?
While getting dressed for her evening out with Steven, Paige had put effort into her appearance and thought she looked pretty good. While admittedly she was pleasantly plump, she did her best to dress for her size.
Her size was a nice rounded sixteen, rounded being the operative word. She donned her favorite pair of worn hip hugging jeans that managed to hug not only her hips, but her curvaceous ass as well. She had examined said ass in the mirror for fifteen minutes, making sure it looked just right.
Her rear end and her ‘sometimes bigger than she wished they were’ breasts were Paige’s best assets. Even if she was going to a gay bar, they were going to look their finest.
Pairing her favorite jeans with a chiffon low cut top in the palest of pinks, she left the house feeling pretty, almost gorgeous. Now she was sitting next to a man who thought she was a transvestite. What a way to end the night.
“No.”
Paige refused to make this easy on him. If he wanted to hit on the only obviously female individual in the bar, let him fight to hit on her. Then she’d rip him a new one. She’d worked herself into a damn good pissed off mood and now had the perfect outlet for her frustrations. For some reason he smiled when he heard her curt answer, and didn’t seem fazed one bit.
“I didn’t think so. Can I buy you another drink?”
Fine. Let him spend his money on the wrong flavor. Did he not see that her breasts were real? Hello? These are a gift from Mother Nature, not the pharmaceutical company! She was all woman. When he was done trying to buy her every drink in the bar, he’d get the disappointing news.
“Sure.”
She flashed the bartender a small smile in thanks when he placed another apple martini in front of her. Taking a sip, she leaned forward, resting her forearms on the bar and waited for Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dumb to pick up the conversation. Turning her head slightly to look at him, she could’ve sworn she caught him looking at her breasts. He smiled at her and she saw a light blush highlighting his cheeks.
That smile and those pearly whites he was flashing made her squeeze her legs together. Her pussy began to ache and beg for attention. How good would it feel if he buried his smiling face between her spread thighs and started licking and nipping her bare…She didn’t have time to finish that thought. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Dumb decided to pick up their conversation.
“I’m Vincent. I don’t usually come here that often either. I came tonight as a sort of moral support for…”
Oh, god. She did not need some convoluted made-up story from this guy now. He was hot, but he was here for a reason, and it wasn’t to pick up a woman. She needed to nip this in the bud before he got the idea she was the flavor he was looking for.
“Look. I’m not sure what type of impression you have, but I’m a woman. As in, all-natural, no-need-to-consult-your-pharmacist-if-you-have-any-questions, woman. Thank you for the drink. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go find my friend. Have a good evening.”
Throwing back the last of her drink, she swiveled on the barstool and prepped herself to hop off the stool. Yes, hop. Being just shy of five feet meant she generally had to hop to get off or on a standard barstool. Pressing the toe of her shoes on the stool rungs she was just ready to push off, when she felt a large warm hand wrap around her upper arm. Paige fought hard against the shiver and electricity she felt jolt through her body at his touch. No man, especially a gay one, should have that kind of effect on a woman.
Whirling on him, she met a pair of eyes that were filled with a fire she hadn’t seen earlier. His pulse was visible via a ticking vein along his jaw and he was clenching his teeth. Vincent opened his mouth to speak, but a tap on her shoulder had her tearing her attention away from him. She turned to see Steven and his new companion, standing just behind him. Yanking her arm from Vincent’s hold, she smiled at her best friend.
“Steven, what’s up?”
He motioned her to lean close and she tuned out the rest of the bar to focus on his whispered words. “Look, I hate to do this to you, Paige, but this guy is so freaking hot. I’m going to split. His brother, Vincent, the guy next to you, is going to make sure you get home all right. Okay?”
Apparently she wasn’t the only one attracted to young meat tonight. Looking over Steven’s shoulder, Paige sized up the guy waiting for her best friend. He looked handsome, but she didn’t feel the pull she was feeling towards the hunk behind her. Keeping her eyes on the man taking Steven home, she whispered her own warning. “You’re awfully old to be taking home a young pup for the night. But have fun. I’ll call a cab to get home. Thanks for worrying about me. And be safe.”
She thought Steven was a little old for taking some kid home for a one-night stand. They were both starting to feel their ages, and maybe Steven just needed to feel young again, if only for a night. Placing a soft kiss on Steven’s cheek she settled back on the stool and smiled as he walked out of the bar, arm-in-arm with his man for the night. Searching out the busy bartender, she waved to get his attention and waited for him to make his way towards her.
“Are you having another drink before we go?”
It was that velvety voice again. Washing over her and fluttering along her pussy. Damn, he said we. Not looking at him when she spoke, too afraid of her body’s reaction, she answered him. “No, I’m going to get the bartender to call me a cab. Look, Steven may be going home with your brother, but that doesn’t mean I have to trust you. For all I know, you could be some psychotic serial killer that’s just waiting to have my brains with Chianti and Fava beans.”
“If I was just a regular everyday serial killer that had a craving for liver, would that make you feel better?”
Paige tried to give him her best laughter-quelling look, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t help herself and laughed at his audacity.
He also was like a dog with a damn bone and wouldn’t give up. “Come on. Let me drive you home. You don’t really know the cab driver either and you would be paying him money to take you home. For all you know, you could be paying the guy that was going to kill you. At least with me, you’d keep your money.”
It was that smile again and she couldn’t keep herself from saying yes.
“Okay.”
Hopping off the stool as gracefully as she could, her heart nearly stopped when Vincent stood next to her.
When they sat next to each other at the bar, Paige had been able to look Vincent in the eye. Now that they were standing, she felt over powered by his presence. He had to be at least six feet tall with a set of broad shoulders that could hold the weight of the world. For the first time in her life Paige felt small and fragile, and she ached to be swept up into Vincent’s strong arms. Snap out of it, girl! He thinks you’re a transvestite for goodness sake! Fortified by that thought, she squared her shoulders and allowed him to escort her towards the door.
The large hand that had gripped her arm in agitation earlier in the evening was now a soft touch on her lower back. She sucked in a breath when she felt his hand slide over the fabric of her shirt. Up and down in a repeated caress. Caress? If she didn’t know better, that’s what she’d call it. Vincent was caressing and stroking her back, seducing her with soft, gentle touches.
God, she was pitiful. Walking through a gay bar, escorted by a gay man, and she wanted nothing more than to throw him down and fuck him cross-eyed. Okay, maybe throwing him down was overestimating her abilities a little. She’d politely ask him if he could strip and lay down so she could fuck him cross-eyed.
Stepping through the entrance, they were met with a torrential down pour, common in south Florida that time of year. Heck, any time of year. Paige looked up at Vincent to ask him where his car was, but she didn’t get the chance. He leaned down and his lips fluttered along her ear as he whispered to her.
“Stand here, sweets. I’ll bring the car around.”
With that he was gone, leaving her cold and horny as hell. Paige wrapped her arms around her waist and prayed Vincent would hurry. Even in sunny Florida, it was chilly when it rained. She could feel her nipples bead and harden under her flimsy excuse for a shirt. Cursing herself for her choice for the evening, she rubbed her arms as she continued to wait for Vincent.
Standing near the door she was able to watch as men entered and exited the club, completely oblivious to her presence. Then again, why should they care? Even if they weren’t gay, men generally didn’t notice the short, plump girl standing off to the side. It was the story of her life.
Growing impatient and colder by the minute, Paige glanced at her watch. Someone chose that moment to bump into her, causing her to stumble off of the steps and out into the rain. As her body was about to hit the ground, two strong arms wrapped around her and she was pulled up against a muscled chest. The scents of cinnamon and male musk surrounded her. Her eyes traveled from the hard chest in front of her to meet the golden eyes she was becoming too familiar with. She didn’t have time to think or react. One moment she was standing in the rain being held by a man who was too hot for his own good, and the next she was ensconced in a warm car complete with leather seats toasting her tush.
Sighing, Paige relaxed into the warm leather seat and let her eyes drift close, just resting them for a minute. After four apple martinis, she needed a nap.
Excerpt #2
Deep breath in, deep breath out. I can do this. Okay, taking a shower in front of Vincent sounded like a good idea. At least until she realized she was already half naked and had to climb from the bed and walk to the bathroom with him watching. Biting her lip, she felt blood rush to her cheeks as she looked down at their near naked bodies. Taking a deep breath she pulled at the blanket covering them, intending to use it for cover as she walked the few feet to the bathroom. Her movement was stopped when his hand grabbed the blanket.
“Paige, sweets, I already told you I thought you were beautiful and I’ve already seen you nearly naked twice now. How do you think you ended up dressed in only a bra and panties?”
“Magic?” Because the thought of you seeing me naked, without being able to suck in this gut, is unbearable.
“No. I peeled that delectable dress, which I love by the way, off of your body inch-by-agonizing-inch. Somehow I managed not to ravage you, but if you don’t get that hot ass into the shower, I won’t make any promises.”
His hand had been sliding down her hip as he talked and she bit her lip when he stroked her ass through the blanket. This man knew her body all too well already.
Paige loved to have her ass stroked, squeezed, and fucked. Okay, she’d only had it fucked once in her entire life, but that one time was amazing. Vincent was going to be fucking her with the goal of getting her pregnant, but would he take a small detour now and again and give her ass a little loving? He seemed to be as fond of touching her ass as she was. His hand petted and stroked as he eased her hips forward until their hips aligned. Vincent’s erection pressed against the apex of her thighs. Closing her eyes she forced herself to stay quiet, but couldn’t hold back her yelp of surprise when he brought his hand down hard and smacked her ass.
“Hey!”
“Hey yourself. You feel what you’re doing to me, so get this ass of yours in the shower or we’ll start and finish right here. I’m holding on by a thread, sweets.”
Grumbling and rubbing her abused butt cheek, Paige rolled out of bed and stomped into the bathroom, Vincent hot on her heels. Reaching into the shower, she turned on the water. Keeping her back to him, she reached for the clasp of her bra. He wouldn’t have it though. His hands replaced hers and he made short work of undoing the clasp. Large hands came to her shoulders and slid the straps down her arms before returning to cup her breasts. She leaned back into his body for support as his hands lifted the full weight of her breasts.
She didn’t understand his fascination with them, but the twins definitely appreciated the attention. At her age the girls pointed a little farther south than she would like, but she loved how big they were.
As a 38DD they seemed to fit perfectly in the palms of his large hands. When his fingertips found her nipples and he pinched then twisted them, she arched into his touch. No man had ever given such care to her breasts. Most men, okay, the few men she had been with, were more interested in gaining their own release than working towards hers.
When his hands drifted lower, to the waist of her panties, she whimpered aloud. Vincent’s thumbs hooked the waistband of her thong while his fingertips played across the mound of her pussy, playfully pressing in and teasing her aching lips. He finally pulled down her thong revealing her fully.
With a pat on her left cheek, he urged her towards the shower. “Step into the shower, sweets.”
Wait, things were getting good here, get back to petting my pussy! No, I made an agreement with him and I told him I wanted to wait, so I need to take care of it my damn self in the shower. Maybe he’ll do it too and I can watch. Running with that idea she turned in his arms. He was still kneeling from removing her thong, which left his face at breast level. She smiled wickedly when he licked his lips as he eyed her breasts. Cupping them in her own small hands she waited for his attention to rise to her eyes. She was going to be so very wicked. Licking her lips she took a deep breath and told him her plan in a whisper soft voice.
“You got me hot. I’m going to love myself for you while I shower. Will you return the favor?”
Paige felt like a damn teenager, but what else could she say? ‘Jack-off for me?’ Yeah, that was real romantic. She bit her lip and waited for his answer.
“I’d rather I was buried deep inside this pretty kitten of yours, but I’ll make do with watching you for now.”
God, him calling her pussy ‘kitten’ had her feeling the need to purr. Smiling, she turned from him and stepped into the warm shower before she lost her nerve. Paige moved under the spray. She closed her eyes as the water rushed over her, and took a moment to try and calm her nerves. Sudsing her hands with soap, she rubbed and caressed her entire body with her back turned to him. Letting her fingers dance across her hardened nipples as the warm water relaxed her body. Stealing a peek over her shoulder she saw that Vincent had moved her vanity chair into the bathroom and placed it directly in front of the shower door. Talk about a front row seat! What she was most interested in though lay, or rather stood, between his out stretched legs.
His cock stood erect in his hand. It looked to be eight inches of hard Greek-God-goodness and it was all for her. He was circumcised, and his mushroom shaped head beckoned for her to get on her knees for a taste. She was mesmerized as he stroked his staff from root to tip, pausing long enough to gather the tiny bit of pre-cum and use it for lube as he continued his strokes. The sight of him pleasuring himself for her made her ache to her core and she wished she could throw open the shower door and ride him to completion.
Paige took comfort in his arousal, knowing he was just as turned on as she was. She let her hand drift and stroke its way down her body to just above her bare mounds. Tweaking her nipple with her other hand she let one finger slip between her folds and tap her aching clit. She was already so close. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. Widening her stance she realized he’d get the best view, and she’d get better access, if she used the built in seat in the shower. It was actually a small ledge, but she could prop her body against it and give him a real show.
Flashing him another wicked smile she pulled her finger from her clit and licked it clean before stepping back to ease her body down to the ledge. He’d given her a confused look and then one of pure desire at her actions. Vincent was as close to coming as she was. Paige could tell by the way he began roughly stroking and squeezing his cock.
Spreading her legs, her hand snaked down her body and found her clit with practiced ease. Circling her clit with her finger she teased her body with her feather light strokes and quick fleeting touches. She could either come hard and fast or make this experience sweeter by coming hard and slow. Scratching her clit with her fingernail she groaned aloud at the contact. Paige needed to come so badly, her poor pussy was weeping juices down her legs as she toyed with herself. Needing to come, she locked eyes with Vincent as she began stroking her blood-engorged clit in earnest. Circling and pressing the tiny nub, she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge. She was in awe as Vincent seemed to sense her intent. He sped up his strokes to match her motions.
