T Shirt Buckles Novels & Stories

“Oh. I guess that makes sense. Have you even worn any of this?” “Uh…just the one dress the other night. I haven’t needed it, and the heels hurt my feet. I also can’t walk on them. It doesn’t help that I don’t really like them. I asked Jax to return them. He just hasn’t gotten around to it yet.” “Heels don’t look very comfortable any way.” “They’re not. They pinch my feet, badly.” “I believe that. Oh. I put two pack t-shirts in your bag this morning. They have our pack symbol on them. You should always have one or two when you’re away from the pack, to represent your pack.”

She intended to turn him into a slick-haired, suit-and-tie-wearing, shopping-for-fucking-shoes pussy. Screw that. Just to be ornery, Chase dug out his big Man of Steel championship belt buckle and threaded it through the belt loops of his Wranglers. He’d considered leaving his cowboy hat in the room, but that too, was part of who he was, so on it went.

A second later, he said, “I think you’ve managed to design something that’s sexy, yet innocently adorable, with a hint of hardcore all mixed into one.” Uh, was that even possible? I glanced at my design. After a moment, I nodded, beginning to see his point. I mean, the buckles and rivets did kind of lean them in the direction of bondage boots, while the heel and ankle strap made it sexy. But innocent? I tilted my head the other way, wondering about that until… Okay. Maybe, I could see it. The wider heel and thicker back part of the ankle strap, plus the softness of the material, could suggest some comfort and security, possibly. The hint of innocence.