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  Copyright© 2024 Sam Crescent

  ISBN: 978-0-3695-1031-0

  Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

  Editor: Lisa Petrocelli

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  OUR CHANCE

  Curvy Women Wanted, 33

  Sam Crescent

  Copyright © 2024

  Chapter One

  Freya Parker couldn’t believe she was doing this again, but it seemed to be the only way to grab a certain guy’s attention. At least, it had done so the last time she was here. Just thinking back to that night had been a little crazy. She’d been here with her sister Adele, who’d been celebrating her divorce from one of the worst guys Freya had ever had the displeasure of meeting, Hank. He’d been a number one asshole. He’d attempted to hide it, but she’d been the only one in her family to see through all the bullshit.

  Their parents had adored the lawyer her sister brought home. They thought he was good people, but Freya hated him. She’d seen him be cruel, manipulative, and also flirt with women other than his wife. He’d been a player from the start, but had anyone believed her? No. They thought she was making it up. She’d already had her parents coming around to her place, trying to play nice, attempting to apologize, but Freya didn’t want to hear apologies.

  When Hank had been around, it was already bad enough that he’d convinced her family he was a good guy. She had no choice. At her parents’ request, she’d never visited when Hank and Adele were around.

  She’d been happier for it, rather than sit there and watch him gloat. At least she didn’t have to put up with that anymore. The only problem, as Adele was celebrating her freedom, Freya had finally caved and given in to her own cravings.

  “What are you doing here?”

  That voice. The depth of it made her ache for him.

  She picked up her beer and tilted it against her lips, taking a long swallow, before she glanced toward him.

  Maverick Lavin.

  At one time, he’d been the town’s “bad boy.” The ultimate rebel. She was pretty sure people had been afraid of him, but then, about three years ago, it all changed. After his father died of a heart attack, Maverick had come home, and he’d been running the Lavin Mechanic shop ever since. He was the best damn car mechanic in the state, and she knew he was kept busy by people driving all the way to their small town for him to look at their car.

  Also, a tiny little problem.

  At one time, Maverick had been her sister’s boyfriend. This was before Hank, when she’d been going through her rebellious phase. Their parents had been out of their mind when Maverick came to pick up Adele.

  Freya had been jealous. Yep, not an emotion she was used to because when it came to her sister, she was rarely jealous of anything. This time, she was. Maverick had been her secret crush for so long. When she was eighteen, Maverick and her sister were twenty-five years old.

  She knew he wouldn’t even look at her then. She’d been too young. Now that she was twenty-five, and Maverick was thirty-two, that had all changed, especially three nights ago.

  Celebrating with her sister, she’d not gloated, and while Adele got drunk, she and Maverick had hit it off. Freya hadn’t wanted the night to end, so when he suggested they take it to his place, she’d not argued. In fact, she’d been thrilled. Of course, she’d changed it so that they could go to her place. Maverick didn’t argue.

  Actually, she’d enjoyed the whole night, apart from when he’d nearly lost it for taking her virginity.

  She’d had the biggest crush on Maverick for so long that no one had been able to compare, and she could not just go ahead and sleep with random guys. She had been waiting for the right guy. He’d never come along.

  Then there was Maverick, and she just couldn’t say no, and the truth was, she didn’t want to.

  Looking back now, she probably should have warned him she was a virgin. Those words hadn’t been easy for her to say, so she’d kept them to herself. It had nearly ended in disaster, because when he finally entered her, he’d not been gentle about it, and yeah, that had hurt. She’d screamed, and it kind of freaked Maverick out. He hadn’t been happy. Also, she had a feeling he wasn’t happy that she’d been a virgin.

  There was no point in avoiding him.

  Putting the bottle back onto the counter, she turned toward him. “I’m enjoying a drink, do you have a problem with that?”

  Damn, he still looked good. Her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her. Maverick was a good-looking guy, even when he had this pissed-off expression on his face.

  She tilted her head to the side and watched him. “Care to join me?”

  “You shouldn’t be at the bar.”

  She sighed. “Why not?”

  “Because, you should be home … resting.” He leaned in and whispered that last part.

  Freya rolled her eyes. What more could she do? After the sex, Maverick had been so sweet. He’d insisted on her soaking in a bath with salts, and playing the part of the perfect boyfriend and gentleman, but come morning, when she woke up, he was gone. It was like it hadn’t happened.

  “We had sex,” she said, not even attempting to lower her voice.

  “Yeah, but you were a virgin, Freya. You should be resting.”

  She glared at him. “I’m pretty sure husbands of the past were quite happy to keep it in their pants, and, you know, to allow their newly wedded wives to rest. Please, we had sex and I am fine.” She’d been sore the day after, but it had faded as the day wore on, and now she was more than fine.

  If anything, she was a little pissed that he’d not called. He’d not even checked up on her, which is why she was back at the bar, having a drink. Attempting to gain his attention back.

  ****

  Staying away from Freya Parker was turning into one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

  He didn’t know how hard it could be to stop thinking about a woman. Never, in all his years, had he struggled to let a woman go. Freya wasn’t just any woman. Ever since she turned eighteen, it was like she magically registered on his radar.

  The brunette beauty always plagued his thoughts, which is why it had been a long time since he’d been with any other woman. He’d gone to have a drink, to get his mind off Freya, only to find her at the bar in town, celebrating her sister’s freedom. He had to be the unluckiest son of a bitch around. The one woman he wanted to stop thinking about was the one woman there. It was just typical. He’d intended to keep his distance, but while Adele loved being the star of the show, Freya always liked to keep to her little corner. He never liked that.

  So, he’d made a big mistake and gone over to talk to her. To offer her some company. One drink had led to two, and then he’d asked her back to his place. They ended up at her place, and, well, he’d then learned a thing or two about a woman. He’d never been with a virgin before.

  Hearing Freya’s scream of pain, well, that would stay with him forever. He never wanted to cause her pain. She’d begged him not to stop, so he hadn’t, but afterward, he’d done everything he could to care for her. Leaving her had been hard to do, but he’d seen no other alternative. He’d never been the kind of guy to stay for anyone or anything.

  Also, she was Adele’s little sister.

  When Kyle, one of his buddies, had called to let him know Freya was at the bar, he’d been pissed.

  “We’re not in medieval times, Freya,” he said.

  He’d noticed other men eyeing her, and there was no way in hell he was letting anyone else have this woman.

  Pete, the owner of the bar, moved closer.

  “A beer,” he said.

  He didn’t drink a lot, and he certainly didn’t do anything wild and crazy. No, that was all in the past. Unless he counted having sex with his ex-girlfriend’s little sister and taking her virginity. Then he was still acting like a wild case.

  Pete gave him a beer, and took off to deal with other customers.

  “You know, you don’t have to sit with me. I’m pretty sure you can find a lot of willing women around,” Freya said. “It is Friday night.”

  He knew what he could find, but he was only interested in one woman.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because you clearly don’t want to be with me, and there are plenty of women around.”

  He frowned and shook his head. “Why were you a virgin?” he asked, and then he saw the blush stain her cheeks.

  She rolled her eyes. “No reason.”

  “Come on, I know there have been plenty of guys who’ve asked you out. You’ve dated, and yet, you haven’t been with any of them.”

  “Did you sleep with every single woman you go on a date with?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh,” she said.

  He hated how that sounded. “Look, I lost my V-card a long time ago, and trust me, I’ve never been with one myself, not until you.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure I’m liking this conversation. Wait, not even my sister?”

  “Adele liked to party as much as anyone back the n, okay, and I’m not talking about her.” He didn’t spill anyone’s secrets. He wasn’t interested in creating gossip or rumor. “You’re my first one.” His only virgin.

  She tilted her head to the side. “Was I awful?”

  He shook his head. “No, you weren’t awful.”

  “Then why did you run away in the morning?”

  Maverick took a sip of his beer. “I didn’t run away.”

  “Then why weren’t you there?”

  “I don’t do the ‘morning after,’” he said.

  Freya chuckled. “Nice to know.”

  “Damn it, Freya, why are you here?” he asked.

  “Simple, enjoying a beer, and oh, I might be tempted by some other jackass that wants to take me home.”

  He glared at her, but he saw the twinkle in her eyes and knew she was teasing him. “That’s not funny.”

  “What’s the matter, Maverick? Can’t take a joke?” Freya asked. She got to her feet. “It’s Friday night, and … I just wanted a drink. It has been a long day at work, and now I want to head home.”

  She licked her lips as she looked him up and down. He knew that look. He knew what was going on inside her head.

  “Bye, Maverick.”

  She’d already paid for her beer, and she waved at Pete before heading out of the bar. Freya was infuriating. He knew she was well-liked in town, being one of the few women who worked at her father’s DIY store. He’d seen her every time he went in, and she’d also helped him over the years with certain contacts.

  At one point, Freya was a tomboy, always in jeans and dirt. She used to help her dad fix his car. She’d even tried to teach him a thing or two, when someone had broken down on the side of the road, and she was passing by.

  She was impossible to forget.

  Maverick glanced across the bar and stared at his reflection. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d wrapped his fingers around his dick and worked his cock, thinking about her. Now, he finally got the chance to be with her, and he was sitting at the bar. Slamming his money down on the counter, not caring about the size of the tip, he left the bar.

  Freya was at her truck. She wore a white skirt to her knees with a pair of boots. Fuck, she looked sexy to him. He closed the distance between them, spun her around, and took the kiss he’d been wanting to take for the past couple of days.

  Chapter Two

  “Close the door,” Freya said.

  Maverick did as she asked, and even flicked the locks into place. That kiss had been electrifying. One moment she’d been fumbling with her keys, and in the next, he’d been kissing her. That was some kiss.

  Now, he pulled her into his arms.

  Driving to her place, with Maverick following, had been exhilarating. She expected him to drive past her, but he’d pulled up, and now they were in her home, and he was kissing her.

  Freya didn’t know how they made it upstairs, but they were in her bedroom, and he was pulling off her shirt. She heard something tear, but she ignored it. Grabbing his shirt, pulling it over his head, she tossed it to the floor.

  He was covered in ink, most of which he’d gotten before he left high school. She remembered how many of the guys were in awe of his body. Within seconds he had her bra off, and she was fighting with his pants, but he tossed her to the bed, grabbing her skirt, and pulling it down her thighs. He simply tore her panties off her body, and she let out a moan.

  He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She went onto her elbows and watched as he spread her legs wide. The temptation to cover herself was strong, but she ignored it, and instead, watched as he pressed his palms to the inside of her thighs.

  Licking her lips, she watched, feeling the anticipation drive higher, and then when he kissed the inside of her thigh, she nearly lost it. Another whimper fell from her lips, and then she gritted her teeth.

  He moved to the opposite leg, doing the same. His tongue was tracing a path, getting closer to her pussy, and then he touched the lips of her sex. She nearly came right there and then.

  His breath seemed to fan right across her tender flesh. She felt so sensitive, so on edge, and then he flicked his tongue right between her slit.

  She screamed his name. The pleasure was so intense.

  Maverick was a master with his tongue as he circled her clit, and then moved down, going toward the entrance of her pussy. He circled her, and then teased the opening, pushing his tongue just inside, but then he pulled back and went straight back to her clit. She cried out as he took her clit between his teeth and scored around it, creating just the right amount of pain mixed with pleasure. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

  He pulled back, going toward the entrance of her pussy, as he started to tease her, by fucking her with his tongue.

  She gripped the sheets beneath her, trying to contain her composure and not lose it, but it was impossible. His name spilled from her lips, like a song mantra. There was no way for her to stop it. She felt hungry, desperate for him.

  He pulled back and went to her clit. This time, his fingers replaced his tongue. She felt him press a single finger inside her. Working in and out, he added a second one, stretching her.

  It felt so good, especially as he worked her clit with his tongue. He set up a pace that had her hurtling toward her orgasm. She didn’t know if she was going to be able to hold back, and she didn’t want to as he pushed her higher, and she soared right off the edge.

  Freya didn’t want it to end and it would seem neither did Maverick.

  His tongue did slow down when the pleasure got too much for her. Her whole body felt so sensitive, but he didn’t stop. He began to build her up to a second orgasm. She didn’t think it would be possible for her, but once again, Maverick was the teacher. He knew her body better than she knew her own.

  He pushed her right over the edge a second time. This orgasm felt even more intense than the first.

  She didn’t want it to end, she couldn’t stop it, and then, all too soon, he pulled away.

  Freya moved up onto her elbows, and she didn’t know exactly what to expect from him. Would he leave? Why did he stop?

  Then, he reached for the opening of his pants and she couldn’t look away as he pulled that zipper down. Even through the jeans he wore, she saw the outline of his cock—long, thick. She licked her lips as she looked at him. He pushed the jeans down, and his boxer briefs followed. His cock stood out, long, thick, and proud. She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, which was insane, considering she’d just had two orgasms by him.

  Maverick held onto his cock, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He looked so beautiful.

  She imagined this was why artists were suddenly compelled to paint people. He was a statue of beauty. Only, there was nothing still or stonelike about Maverick. No, he was living, breathing, all man.

  Taking a deep breath, she slowly expelled it and nibbled her bottom lip.

  No words were spoken. She didn’t want him to pull away.

  Those pesky nerves were back again. What did she have to do or say to let him know she wanted this? Why was this so hard?

  Then, Maverick made the decision for them both, as he stepped closer to the bed and placed one knee between her spread thighs, then another.

  ****

  A good man would walk away.

  He should leave Freya to let her find a good man, but he couldn’t do it. When Kyle had sent him that fucking text tonight, he couldn’t stand the thought of another guy hitting on the woman that belonged to him.

  Freya was all his.

  He’d never felt this possessive about a woman.

  For a long time, he’d known Freya had been different from other women. She had always been on his radar, and now that he had a taste, he didn’t think for a second he was ever going to be able to quench his thirst for her. He felt possessed with need.

 

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