All Chapters of The Maverick Pride Tales: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“For the love of farts!”Elissa Maverick growled playfully as baby Melly flung a spoonful of mashed peas at her while little Celia added some butternut squash to the mix.“What is going on in here?”Kylie came running into the Pride House kitchen to see Armageddon, baby food style, taking place.“Organic food has a calming quality, my round ass,” growled the Nari.Jessica joined the two women, and all three broke out in giggles as the twin girls continued to wage war against their mama for feeding them mashed veggies.“They’re Tiger cubs, Liss, you know they want meat,” Jessica told her sister-in-law.“I know that, but vegetables are a necessity. Her mate said so,” the Nari returned and pointed at Kylie, who smartly raised her hands in surrender.It still surprised her when someone mentioned her mate. True, she’d been mated a few months now, but as one half of a new couple, she was tickled by the moniker.“Where is Doc Mikey, anyway?” Jess asked.“He hates that name,” she rem

“What do you mean, I’m going to a ball? Do I look like Cinderella?” Pamela Brown raised one eyebrow at her unusually perky Nari and glanced down at the precious pink-cheeked baby she was holding.Pam loved babies. She’d spent so much of Paulie’s infancy trying to keep him safe, it seemed so far away now. Getting cuddle time with little Celia and Melly was her favorite time of day.She loved those twins to pieces and was honored when the Nari had insisted that Pamela allow them to call her Aunt Pam. The memory still brought tears to her eyes. She couldn’t wait to spoil the little princesses when they were old enough. Even her son was enamored of the twins.“Auntie Pammy-wammy is gonna get dwessed up weal pwetty and go to a dancy-wancy, yes, she is,” Elissa cooed and babbled to the infant she was currently dressing, and this time, both Pamela’s eyebrows went sky high.Ookaayy.Something was definitely up with the tiny blonde woman Pamela had grown to trust and love over the pas

What a wonderful time!Hours later, Pamela took off her pointy hat and fake elf ears with a relieved sigh. She tossed them over at Elissa, who was sitting at the kitchen table with Jessica. A couple of mugs of steaming hot cocoa sat between them.“Hey! Ooh, I always wanted a pair of these. Wonder if Hunter will be into some boudoir cosplay,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows.“TMI, Nari. Really, that is TMI,” Pamela replied with a shake of her head.“Sit down, Miss Elf, you had a hard day,” Jessica said and handed her a mug.Mmm.“What are the chances this one is spiked?” Pamela asked, and sighed wistfully. She could definitely use a little rum pum pum pum in her hot cocoa.“I don’t know if you earned any of this special rum straight from Puerto Rico Uncle Uzzi brought me,” Elissa teased, pulling a bottle of the delicious gold goodness out from under the table.“No fair, guys. I can’t drink,” Jessica whined.“Oh hush. You’re growing a football team in that stomac

“Uncle Uzzi really outdid himself,” a slender woman said as she walked by and pointed at the décor.Javi had to agree. The mansion looked like a winter wonderland in his humble opinion. There were twinkle lights everywhere and thick pine garland with velvet bows and sparkles. Nope. There was no mistaking his uncle’s love for the season. It showed in every corner of the place, from the large snowmen and reindeer displays, to the small snowflake-shaped ice cubes that floated in the drinks.The Christmas decorations were a mix of traditional and new age, and he had to hand it to his Uncle Uzzi, he was simply a master at this. Hosting parties, decorations, food, music were some of his many talents.He recalled the times when he’d come to visit them down in Quito. His wife, Aunt Betty, had been alive then, and she had helped his mother arrange parties and events for their neighbors with Uzzi right at her side, doing her bidding, he had learned from the best, and the tradition carried

Uh oh.This was not happening. So not fucking happening.Maybe the fucking can happen?She scolded her she-Tiger—the feline was horny as an old goat, for fuck’s sake. But this was not the night of meaningless sex Elissa had told her to enjoy. This was something else.Panic filled her chest as she listened to the man approach and heard him inhale deeply. A sexy little growl played in his throat, making her crazy with lust. Her pulse raced as he inched closer, and the woodsy scent clinging to his custom tux made her want to rub herself all over it.Mate.Gulp.Keep it down, kitty. He is not for us.Yes, he is. Mate, her she-Tiger growled insistently.“Holy forking fart balls of fire,” she huffed one of Paulie’s favorite non-curses.“Pardon?” the male asked, eyebrow raised and a stupidly handsome grin quirking one corner of his mouth up.She wanted to reach up and lick him right there. Shit. She was so screwed.“Nothing,” she muttered, trying to compose herself.