The Red Scot (A Curvy Girls Club Novel Book 1)

by Twyla Turner

Their moans and pants filled the room.

  Bradyn slipped from her folds and headed to the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and came back to clean her up. Then he quickly slid back into bed behind her and held her close.

  “Yer my dream, did ye know that?” He asked against her ear.

  “No,” she said sleepily.

  “I wished and prayed for ye for a long time. And do ye know what I promised God if he sent ye to me?”

  “Mm…what?” Payton snuggled closer.

  “That I’d hold on to ye for the rest o’ life.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  Epilogue

  Payton helped set up their company’s table in one of the many conference rooms at the convention center for Comic-Con. Her company, By Design, knew that it was like Christmas for their workers. So they were to switch on and off during the day, standing by their table. It gave everyone the opportunity to check out what was going on throughout the convention. They were armed with company cards and were to hand them out to potential clients even when they weren’t at the table.

  Almost everyone was dressed up as some of their favorite characters. Ayumi was smoking hot in her Harley Quinn costume. Zach and Ben tried their best to pull off the best friends and superhero duo, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes aka Captain America and The Winter Soldier. Unfortunately, they just looked sad and dopey.

  Shockingly, at least for Payton, her ensemble was making waves. Zach and Ben’s mouths flapped opened and closed when they saw her after she changed in the bathroom. Even Ayumi was in awe.

  Payton had chosen to go as Chun-Li from her favorite game Street Fighter. The costume designer who most of her coworkers hired to make their costumes, had made the outfit to perfection. It was the classic blue satin dress with gold details that Chun-Li wore in the game. It had the puffed short sleeves and fit tightly over her breasts with the high classic Chinese dress collar. A white band cinched in her waist and the two splits on either side started at her hips, creating two flaps. One in the front and one in the back, showcasing her thick shapely legs from hips to knees. Her calves were covered in white knee high boots. The finishing touches were the spiked cuffs around her wrists and the funny little white bonnets covering the two buns on top of her head with ribbons streaming down the sides.

  Ayumi helped her with her makeup. She covered up Payton’s fading black eye and gave her a dramatic eye to match her costume, and finished the look with a nude glossy lip. All-in-all, even Payton thought she looked hot. And from all the men that stopped at their table when she and Ayumi were manning it for a few hours, they thought she was hot too. She couldn’t believe that just as many men came up to her as Ayumi. Together they had probably gotten more than half of their new potential clients.

  Payton couldn’t wait for Bradyn to see her. Since she’d had to go to the office first and help load the trucks with their tables, banners, and flyers and then all of her co-workers headed to the convention center together, he’d said that he’d meet her there.

  A commotion to the left of their table drew everyone’s attention. Payton’s eyes scanned the room for what was causing all the fuss. When her eyes landed on the person in question, her mouth dropped open in shock. She didn’t know whether to jump for joy, cry tears of happiness or laugh hysterically. In the end, she went with a combination of the three.

  For before her, was the love of her life, painted from head to toe in green. He wore a crazy spiked orange-ish red wig with matching fur glued to his forearms, chest, and shins. The only clothing he wore was a pair of frayed cutoff shorts that gave the appearance that he’d just burst through them. He was even barefoot and had metal cuffs around his ankles as if he’d broke free from being chained.

  Bradyn had come as Blanka. The green, redheaded giant also from Street Fighter.

  He towered over everyone as he made his way through the conference room in search of Payton. His eyes scanned the room as he ignored all the attention he was getting. A sea of cellphones rose up to document the moment. His eyes finally landed on Payton and they flashed hot as he looked her up and down from head to toe.

  Payton couldn’t help the squeal that emanated from somewhere in her throat. She ran to him and he snatched her up in a bear hug.

  “Ye look good enough to eat, lass,” Bradyn growled against her mouth.

  “I can’t believe you dressed up!” Payton exclaimed pulling back slightly to take him in.

  “I did it for ye. Dinna get used to it.” He gave her a fake pout.

  She patted his crazy wig and smiled.

  Someone in the crowd shouted out over the din of noise. “You’re supposed to hate each other, not kiss! That’s not how the story goes.”

  “That’s how my story ends,” Bradyn grumbled as he lifted Payton into his arms cradling her like a baby.

  He growled at anyone who attempted to ask for a selfie with the famous fighter. Everyone gave them a wide berth as he strode from the room carrying her away exactly the way her Gentle Red Giant should.

  Game Over

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  The Mia Chronicles

  A Curvy Girls Club Short

  Mia Ayala loves men and sex and isn’t ashamed of it. These are her stories.

  The Mia Chronicles happen behind the scenes of The Red Scot.

  Enjoy!

  Just a Look

  Mia parallel parked her Audi TT in a free spot on the hill out front of her building. She grabbed the groceries in the back before locking her car and heading towards the door to her refurbished historical San Francisco condo. As she adjusted the bags in her hand, Mia noticed a moving truck and two guys she’d never seen before walk out the back of the truck carrying a dark brown leather couch.

  Both men appeared to be in their forties. One guy was cute in an average kind of way. The other was gorgeous. Mia thought that if she were to look up Silver Fox in the dictionary, this man’s picture would be next to the definition. She assessed him quickly with her sharp eye. Her friends often called her a connoisseur of men. Now was no different.

  He was tall with a slender, yet broad athletic body. His salt and pepper hair was cut low on the sides with a little length on top and combed to perfection. He had a light silver beard dusting his jaw and chin. He had a few rugged lines around his eyes that made him even sexier. He was dressed casually for the strenuous activity. Gray basketball shorts, a white sleeveless t-shirt, and tennis shoes. But there was something about him that screamed distinguished three-piece-suit-wearing gentleman.

  In her head, Mia groaned. Ooh Papi, the things I’d do to you.

  To the men, as they met on the sidewalk out front of the building, she said out loud, “Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

  “Afternoon,” they said in unison as they turned to look at her.

  The minute his eyes landed on her, an easy smile spread across the Silver Fox’s face. It was then that Mia understood the lines that fanned out from his eyes. It was obvious that he was a man that smiled often. And if she gauged his smile correctly, it was clear that he liked what he saw. She was glad that she’d opted on wearing one of her form-fitting maxi dresses. It accentuated her small waist, wide hips, and round ass. With her curly tresses up in a pineapple on top of her head, showing off her long elegant neck.

  The Silver Fox tried to be discreet as his eyes raked over her body, but Mia was no fool. She saw his gray eyes widen slightly as he took in her curves. She rejoiced on the inside.

  And the trap is set.

  Mia cocked her head to the side,
“So boys, who’s my new neighbor? Or will it be both of you? I’m Mia, by the way.”

  “Luke.” The Silver Fox introduced first.

  “Evan.”

  Mia set her grocery bags on the ground and they placed the couch on the ground to free their hands, so they could shake hers. Luke held onto Mia’s hand a little longer than necessary and she grinned at him knowingly.

  “That would be me. I’m the new neighbor.” Evan answered.

  Hmm…that could be a good thing and it could be a bad thing. On one hand, I don’t want to be tempted by the Silver Fox every day and then break his little heart when I’m done with him and have to see him every day. But I don’t know if I’ll get the chance to see him again after this moment.

  “I’m the loyal best friend, suckered into helping him move when no one else would,” Luke joked.

  “I see,” Mia raised an eyebrow.

  I do see. I see that you just might be around often since he’s your best friend. Perfect.

  “Well, it is certainly nice to meet you, gentlemen. And welcome to the building, Evan.” Mia said graciously.

  “Thank you, Mia. I was planning on having a housewarming/divorce party next weekend. You’re more than welcome to come if you’re free.” Evan offered kindly.

  “Why, thank you, Evan.” She smiled brightly at him and then turned her radiant gaze to his friend before continuing. “I’d love to cum.”

  “Awesome! It’ll be next Saturday and starts at 7.” Evan informed her.

  “I’ll be there. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some wine that I need to get in the fridge before it gets too warm. See ya, boys.” Mia wiggled her fingers at them before picking up her bags again.

  She sashayed her hips provocatively as she headed towards the door they had propped open to help them move. Just to be sure she was correct about Mr. Silver Fox and to hook him even further if she was, Mia glanced back alluringly over her shoulder. And sure enough, Luke was looking her backside up and down as if he’d eat her alive if he could. His eyes met hers and he almost looked embarrassed at being caught, but then Mia winked at him slowly and watched his eyes widen in surprise.

  Got ‘em.

  The Girls

  “So, you ladies wanna go to a party, tonight?” Mia asked the three most important people in her life. Her best friends, Royal, Payton, and Kennedy. They were having a barbecue at the park, foregoing their weekly lunch at their favorite restaurant to enjoy the warm spring day.

  They were an eclectic group that always surprised people. Royal was an edgy, AfroPunk rocker chick. Kennedy was a fanciful, romantic dreamer. Payton was their geeky, sci-fi junkie. And Mia was the no-nonsense seductress. Their quirks were what had become the glue to their friendship. Each woman adding something different to the table. Even their coloring was different. They went from one end of the brown spectrum to the other. From Kennedy with her pale freckled skin from her part Irish/part African American blood to Mia and her toasted caramel Afro-Latina heritage to Royal with her bronzed skin tone to Payton who was the darkest of mahogany.

  “Where is the party?” Royal asked curiously.

  “In my building. A cute new neighbor, who is recently divorced is having a housewarming/divorce party.” Mia told them as she picked up a potato chip and popped it in her mouth.

  “Did you say cute?” Kennedy’s ear perked up.

  “I sure did,” Mia grinned at the redhead.

  “But she also said recently divorced,” Royal added.

  “So?” Kennedy frowned.

  “So, he’s a wounded soldier,” Royal explained. “You know? Damaged goods. He’s carrying more baggage than a camel across the Sahara. He’s-”

  “Okay, okay. I get it.” Kennedy raised her hands to silence Royal. “That doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun. It’s been a really, really long time since I’ve had any of that outside of my novels.”

  “True,” Royal nodded in agreement.

  Payton opened her mouth and they all held their breath, knowing she was about to give an honest breakdown of the situation like she always did.

  “Don’t forget that you have a tendency to fall head-over-heels for a guy. Only to find that he is not one of the many book boyfriends you’ve written about. Then you run and disappear, not wanting to hurt his feelings. And if this man is recently divorced, he will already be hurting, only for you to hurt him again.” Payton finished, pushing her glasses back up her nose.

  “Damn you, Payton!” Kennedy scowled. “I just wanted to get a little something, something like Mia does.”

  “Leave me out of this.”

  “I’m not saying you can’t enjoy yourself, but you have to consider all the variables or you’ll have a higher ratio of causing damage.” The math and computer savvy part of Payton always found its way into their conversations and always made perfect sense.

  “Fine. I’ll just stay home.” Kennedy crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.

  “So what’s the deal anyway, Mia?” Royal turned to ask her friend, her multicolored hair swinging over her eye. “You don’t go anywhere, especially not to a party, if there isn’t some kind of male incentive.”

  Mia grinned. “I don’t do I?”

  They all looked at her expectantly.

  “Okay,” she leaned in conspiratorially, “the neighbor has a fine ass friend. A total Silver Fox. I mean, he was so hot, I was ready to drop my chonies and fuck him on the couch they were moving.”

  Payton smacked her forehead. Kennedy rolled her eyes. And Royal laughed at their outrageous friend. They were used to her antics and even loved her for it. That’s what she loved about her small group of friends. They all accepted each other for who they were.

  “Yeah, I think it’s best if you do go by yourself.” Kennedy thought out loud. “I don’t want to be stuck talking to some weird dude, while you screw his friend in the coat closet.”

  They all laughed, but it actually had happened before.

  “Fine. Suit yourselves. Don’t come,” she gave them a sly look before continuing. “But I know I will.”

  Three sets of eyes rolled heavenward.

  The Party

  Mia looked at herself one last time before heading downstairs to Evan’s place. She’d chosen a skin-hugging, sleeveless white dress that came to about mid-thigh. It had a plunging neckline that stopped a few inches below her breasts. A lace-embroidered overlay gave it a romantic feel. And she paired the dress with red pumps. It was definitely sexy. Possibly too sexy for a backyard barbecue. Not like Mia cared much about what others thought.

  She had straightened her hair and parted it down the middle, letting it fall to the middle of her back. She added a light smokey eye and a red lip stain to enhance her light brown eyes and full, shapely lips.

  Mia stopped in her kitchen and grabbed a bottle of white wine from her wine fridge. She stepped out of her condo, locked the door and dropped the key in her little red clutch purse.

  There were three condos in the building, hers was on the second floor. Her new neighbor was on the first floor, so she headed carefully down the stairs in her high heels. Never one to miss the opportunity to make an entrance, she was coming fashionably late at eight o’clock.

  Mia knocked on the door. She could hear boisterous voices on the other side and quiet music. Some light rock, if she heard correctly. The door swung open a few seconds after she knocked and Evan stood on the other side. He was saying something to a friend inside, and then he turned to look at who was at the door. Mia watched as his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull at her dress.

  “Uh… Um…” He struggled for words. “Uh…”

  “Mia,” she gave pity on him.

  “Right. Sorry,” he cringed. “It’s wonderful to see you again, Mia. And I hope I’m not rude for saying this, but you look killer.”

  “Oh! Thank you, Evan.” Mia said as she handed him the bottle of wine.

  “Thanks, but you didn’t have to bring anything,” Evan said as he took the b
ottle.

  “Of course, I did.”

  “Please, come in.”

  Evan stepped to the side to let Mia pass. In the week since he’d moved in, she had to admit that he’d gotten a lot done. It was all very masculine without feeling uninviting for a woman. She assumed that he’d hired an interior designer. She could always tell since it was her profession.

  As Mia walked into the open concept living room/kitchen/dining room area, the conversation quieted a bit. There was a mixture of men and women spread out having different discussions. As was par for the course, Mia got the same reactions from both sexes that she always did. The men stared at her as if praying she was on the menu. As for the women? Well, if it were legal to stab someone to death, Mia was sure that she’d be a bloody heap on the floor with her white dress stained red. As it was, she could literally feel the daggers that were shooting at her.

  She dismissed the looks she was getting. Her eyes scanned the room, looking for the one she’d came for in the first place. It wasn’t long before her eyes landed on Luke. He was out on the deck, manning the grill. Mia smiled and started towards the French doors, but Evan stopped her, wanting to introduce her to his friends.

  Lord help me. These people don’t want to meet me and I don’t want to meet them.

  Though, Mia smiled brightly and went along with him. It wasn’t like she had much choice in the matter. Not unless she wanted to appear like a royal bitch. Technically, she didn’t have a problem with that, but she figured it would embarrass the host.

  “Sean, Lilly, Izzy, Rick.” Evan pointed to them respectively. “This is my new neighbor, Mia. Mia, this is Sean, Lilly, Izzy, and Rick.”

  “So nice to meet you,” Mia said politely.

  “Likewise, I’m sure,” Lilly said with a raised eyebrow, looking Mia’s dress up and down.