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

by Twyla Turner

  Unfortunately, they had all chosen to dress casually. Shorts and tees, cute rompers, jeans with billowy camisoles. Mia didn’t feel it was her fault that she came dressed to bring a specific man to his knees.

  Evan walked her over to another group of couples. The women immediately cut their eyes at her and gripped their men tighter. Oh please, I’m so not interested in Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dum, and Tweedle Dumber.

  “Mia, this is Joey, Rachel, Monica-”

  “Oh my God! Please don’t tell me you’re Ross, Phoebe, and Chandler?” Mia laughed, trying to break the ice with a joke.

  “No, it’s Jack, Dennis, and I’m Felicia.” The woman throwing the most shade spoke up, apparently lacking a sense of humor.

  “Relax, sweetie. It was just a joke.” Mia gave her a sympathetic smile because it was obvious this woman needed emergency surgery to remove the stick that was firmly stuck up her ass.

  “What’s a joke is you coming in here thinking you can take our men,” Felicia said snidely.

  Her friends all widened their eyes in shock. Evan’s mouth flapped open and closed like a fish.

  “Honey,” Mia took a deep breath. “No one wants your man, least of all, me. No offense,” she looked at the guy next to Felicia, she’d already forgotten his name.

  The man nodded his head.

  “But I could teach you a thing or two about keeping your man satisfied, so that when a woman walks into a party he wouldn’t even glance her way. But that would take unpuckering that pinched face first.” Mia leaned towards the woman and whispered in her ear, “Don’t blame a woman you don’t know from Adam. Blame yourself for not training your man right.”

  Felicia snapped her head back and scowled at Mia. Mia just lifted her hand and wiggled her fingers.

  “Bye, Felicia!” She said before turning and walking away.

  Evan quickly caught up with Mia as she headed for the French doors once more.

  “I’m really sorry about my friends.”

  “It’s cool, Evan.” Mia patted his arm. “I’m not here for all of your friends. I’m here for just one. Excuse me.”

  Mia dismissed the host without a second thought and moved to open the doors to the deck. As the door opened, Silver Fox looked up and nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of her. He’d been in the middle of talking to some perfectly slender Barbie doll, but the rest of his sentence died in his throat and whatever she was saying, fell on deaf ears.

  Luke smiled up at Mia as she came down the stairs. He walked forward as she came down the last step. Mia was tall and statuesque, so she was only an inch or two shorter than Luke. Which put her at his exact height in her high heels as he helped her step down onto the deck.

  “Mia,” he said softly as if he was breathless.

  “Luke.”

  “You look…” He paused, at a loss for words. “You know what? There aren’t even words to describe how good you look, so I’m not even going to try.”

  “Thank you, Luke.” Mia accepted the compliment with grace. She wasn’t one to deflect or deny a compliment. If that’s the way the person felt, she’d gladly soak it up. “You’re looking rather handsome yourself.”

  “Thanks.”

  He was wearing a pair of nice dark-washed jeans and a charcoal gray t-shirt made out of some expensive material. She could tell it was high quality just by the way the t-shirt laid and molded to his trim physique. His hair was freshly cut and combed to perfection and his silver beard was trimmed low. Mia couldn’t wait to feel the sting of his beard on her soft skin.

  Mia felt eyes burning a hole through her and she looked over to see Barbie staring at her in disgust. Mia had seen the look before from slender girls that prided themselves on being exactly that, slender. They never understood why men flocked to Mia. What they failed to realize was that the adoration of waif-like bodies was mostly wanted by the media. Not in a man’s bed. At least not the men she knew. Which was a lot.

  So Mia raised an eyebrow and smiled sweetly at the woman. She turned away in a huff and walked into the condo. That left just Mia and Luke.

  “Would you like something to drink? Beer or maybe some sangria?” Luke offered.

  “Sangria, please.”

  Luke quickly got her a drink and she took it gratefully.

  “So, what do you do, Mia?”

  “I’m an interior designer. You?”

  “I’m an executive at a consulting firm.”

  “Nice.”

  “That’s the perfect career for you, by the way,” Luke commented.

  “Why is that?”

  “You just seem really glamorous. Like you should be a fashion designer or stylist or something. So it fits.” Luke tried to explain.

  “I’m not some ditzy woman that only focuses on materialistic and superficial things if that’s what you mean? I’m just as focused on being philanthropic as anything else. I like to try and help the world, not just decorate it.” She gritted out, trying not to snap at him.

  “As far as I’m concerned, you seem to be doing both.” Luke bit his lip as his eyes caressed her body.

  His preconceived notions were somewhat irritating and bordered on insulting, but Mia wasn’t planning on dating him. Just fucking him. So she let him slide for now.

  “I was made for so much more than decoration. I bring pleasure as well.” Mia slid past Luke, pretending to check on the grill.

  She purposefully let her ass brush past the front of his pants. She smiled when she felt that he was already semi-erect. Mia was sure that her little move more than likely had him hard as a rock now. Especially, when she heard his sharp intake of air.

  “Oh, sorry,” she said coyly.

  Mia picked up the tongs and flipped some of the meat on the grill. She felt Luke at her back. His heat radiated through his clothes and hers. Then she felt his breath on her neck.

  “Please tell me you’re single, Mia,” Luke whispered in her ear.

  “I’m single, Luke.” She glanced back at him and she saw relief wash over his face. “Are you?”

  “God, yes! I’ve never married and I don’t have a girlfriend at the moment. Though I’m always looking to fill the position.” He looked at her meaningfully.

  “Oh, sweetie.” Mia turned and stroked his chest with her index finger. “I’m not girlfriend material. But I make a great fuck buddy.”

  “Oh, God!” Luke’s voice literally quivered at her words and he closed his eyes as if he’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Hey, you two!” Evan called from the doorway. “What are you guys doing out here, being all antisocial?”

  “I’m keeping an eye on your grill and Mia was kind enough to keep me company.” Luke winked at her.

  Once Evan interrupted their moment, they spent the next few minutes filling a platter with the cooked meat. Evan coaxed them into the house. People started to migrate towards the kitchen to get a plate of food. As they waited for others to fill their plates, Evan introduced Mia to his sister, Hannah, who had just arrived and whose boyfriend was away on work. And for that, she was the only female in the group that was willing to talk to Mia.

  “How long have you been at the party?” Hannah asked.

  “About forty-five minutes tops,” Mia answered.

  “Wow! You’ve racked up quite a few enemies in that timeframe,” Hannah laughed.

  “Unfortunately, it happens all the time.” Mia shrugged. “That is why I only have three friends and that’s it.”

  “I see why they all hate you without knowing you. If I can speak frankly, you’re kinda like walking, talking sex.” Hannah said honestly and Mia instantly took a liking to her. She liked when people were upfront. “I’d probably give you the stink eye and grab my boyfriend tighter if he was here.”

  “I promise, I wouldn’t go after him. Men in relationships are strictly off limits.”

  “Tell that to their men.” Hannah nodded towards the guys that were trying their best not to look at Mia but failing miserably. “They can’t s
top eying you like a pork chop.”

  “Well, this pork chop is waiting on only one man’s plate. No one else is allowed a sample.” Mia tossed out.

  “Hmm…Luke. I noticed.” Hannah guessed correctly. “He’s definitely a lady’s man. He usually leaves a trail of broken hearts in his wake. But why do I have a feeling you’re gonna give him a run for his money?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mia squeezed her lips together to keep from smiling.

  “Uh huh. I can’t wait to hear how devastated he is when you chew him up and spit him out.”’ Hannah rubbed her hands together with glee.

  “You wouldn’t happen to be one of the women in his trail of broken hearts, would you?” Mia asked curiously.

  “No, but a few of my friends are. So it would be nice to see him get beat at his own game.”

  “Not that I’m a game player. I just like sex with no strings attached. If he gets hung up… Well, that’s on him.” Mia said without remorse.

  “Wow! I wanna be like you when I grow up.” Hannah exclaimed in awe.

  “No, you don’t. To be like me, you’d have to have had your heart ripped out and run over a couple of times, leaving you heartless and unfeeling. No, I think you’re fine just the way you are.” Mia confessed that small truth. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

  As Mia walked away from Hannah, she felt that familiar pain try to resurface. She quickly pushed that shit down to the bowels of hell where it belonged. She looked over at Luke and caught his eye. Mia gave him a look that could not be mistaken before she disappeared down the hall to the bathroom.

  Power Struggle

  Mia only had long enough to check her makeup in the mirror before she heard a light knock on the door to the bathroom. She knew exactly who it was, but she figured she’d toy with him for just a few seconds.

  “Yes?” She asked just loud enough to be heard through the door.

  “It’s me,” Luke said softly from the other side.

  “Me, who?”

  “Luke.”

  A sideways smile lifted Mia’s full lips as she opened the door. Luke stood on the other side, anxious and unsure of himself. Mia found it interesting how men, who were known as ladies’ men or players, could lose all confidence when faced with her, an assertive and sexually confident woman. She decided to take pity on him.

  “What took you so long?” Mia asked as she stepped to the side to let him pass.

  Luke’s eyes widened and sparkled with excitement and then he spoke honestly. “I didn’t want to seem too anxious or desperate.”

  Mia wanted to tell him that if he didn’t want to seem too anxious or desperate, he should have never followed her, or at least not in the time it took her to reapply her lipstick. But she kept her mouth shut. She was looking to get laid, not hurt his pride and send him running.

  Luke walked into the bathroom and Mia closed the door and leaned against it. He swallowed loudly as she smiled seductively at him. Yeah, you should be scared.

  “Don’t worry about seeming desperate, Luke.” Mia grinned at him as she slid her dress up her thighs a few inches. “I mean, do I seem desperate for not wearing any panties under this dress?”

  An erratic pant burst through Luke’s lips and Mia could see the outline of his cock pressed against his jeans. “No, it’s not desperate. It’s fucking sexy as hell!”

  Mia reached out and gathered the front of his t-shirt in her hand and pulled him towards her. Luke’s pink, shapely lips sought out hers impatiently. She flicked her tongue against his lips and he opened for her willingly. Mia stroked her tongue against his, dominating his mouth. Luke growled and tried to flip roles, obviously wanting to be the aggressor. He gripped her hands, lifting them above her head. He tried to hold her captive as he pressed her into the door. She could feel how much he wanted her against her stomach.

  Mia smirked internally before twisting around and pressing Luke against the door. Their tongues danced together as she rolled her hips against his erection. Mia sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit down. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make him gasp and pull away.

  “God! You’re so fucking hot!” Luke exclaimed.

  He reached down and quickly unclasped his belt and unzipped his jeans. His next move almost ruined the mood for Mia. Almost. He put his hands on her shoulders and pressed down, trying to direct her down on her knees to service him with her mouth. Oh, hell no! She stood firmly and quirked an eyebrow at him. She was willing to give him one, and only one, opportunity to correct himself.

  “Oh no, sweetie. First of all, never push me down to your cock. Second, when the time is right, I’ll go down of my own accord. Third, my mouth won’t suck yours until you’ve sucked mine and I’ve cum…” Mia held up two fingers as she backed up till her butt hit the vanity. “Twice. So that probably means, no BJ for you tonight.”

  Luke only looked mildly disappointed as Mia raised her dress up high enough to reveal her waxed mound and folds, swollen with arousal. She reached down and slid her index finger along her soaked slit. He stepped towards her as if in a trance. She then raised the drenched digit to his mouth. She glided her finger between his lips and watched him eagerly lick it clean. Once her finger was spotless, she slipped it from his lips and pointed it down to her aching pussy. Without a single word spoken, Luke got down on his knees in front of her.

  “Now, eat it like you mean it,” Mia commanded.

  Luke opened his mouth. He started at the bottom of her entrance and slowly licked up till he flicked her clit softly. Mia expelled a quiet breath at the feeling of his tongue on her. She spread her legs further apart, giving him more room to work with. Luke sucked and licked her swollen lips, as he fucked her with his tongue.

  “Higher,” Mia instructed.

  Luke immediately obeyed and circled his tongue around her clit.

  “Aah…Yes! Just like that,” she moaned and let her head fall back.

  He stayed right where she wanted him. He growled softly as he sucked on her clit. Mia moaned in answer as her hips rolled towards his mouth. Luke began to flick at her clit and her body tightened. She felt that delicious itch build up. The tension exploded as he lapped urgently at her nub and she trembled with her release.

  “Ungh! Luke! That’s so fucking good,” Mia cried out.

  He tormented her for a few moments as he continued to suckle her now overly sensitive clit. Mia reached down and pulled him up by the chin. She pulled him in and kissed him deeply, drinking in her own taste and scent. Luke pushed down his already undone jeans. He rubbed his hardness, encased in boxer briefs against her damp opening. Impatient, he pushed down his underwear and moved to slide into Mia. She stopped him with a palm pressed to his chest.

  “Sorry, sweetie. I don’t know you like that.” She reached for her clutch purse on the counter and pulled out a little silver square. “Cover it up first.”

  Luke took the condom and ripped open the package with his teeth. He quickly rolled it onto his above average length. Mia appreciated a pretty cock and Luke’s definitely passed the test.

  He pulled her down from the vanity and turned her around to face the mirror.

  “I wanna see that ass,” Luke said as he pushed her dress further up her hips.

  He looked down and Mia watched his reflection with a smirk as his eyes roamed over her backside.

  “Your ass is so incredible, it could make a grown my cry,” Luke said in awe.

  Mia felt his hands caress over her soft, round globes. Then he raised his hand and smacked her ass firmly. She tensed with pleasure as he breached her entrance, burying himself to the base. They both threw their heads back at the incredible sensations.

  Luke’s hips pumped smoothly as he stroked into her. Mia’s sumptuous ass rippled every time their skin connected. He leaned forward and placed wet kisses down her spine. She reached down touching the place where their bodies joined. Mia’s fingers came away, soaked with her arousal. She
swirled her fingers around her swollen clit. She felt the tension building in her core from his fluid thrusts and her skilled fingers.

  Mia rubbed her nub faster as she heard Luke’s breaths become more ragged. She looked at him in the mirror and his face was contorted in pure ecstasy. She knew he was about to cum and she wanted to make sure she was right there with him.

  “Ah fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Luke groaned breathlessly.

  His words triggered something deep within Mia and she exploded with her climax. Her walls flexing and fluttering around him as she felt his cock pulsate with his release.

  “Shiiiiiit!” Luke exclaimed against her skin as he collapsed on her back.

  His damp face stuck to her dewy skin. Luke’s hips jerked a few more times before he was able to slide out of her warmth. He squatted down behind her to caress and kiss the full globes of her backside, adoringly.

  “This ass is meant to be worshiped. You’re meant to be worshiped.” Luke proclaimed as he stood back up and Mia turned to face him.

  “Let’s not get carried away.” She grinned at him.

  Luke removed the condom, wrapped it in tissue and threw it away. Mia knelt down in front of him and rewarded him by licking his now soft cock clean. Though it did twitch with the possibility of round two at the feel of her mouth on him. But Mia stood up before he could get too excited.

  “Jesus! When can I see you again? I want more.” Luke asked in near desperation.

  “Soon, I’m sure.”

  “Can I get your number?”

  “No.” Mia leaned in and kissed him softly on the mouth. “Remember, I’m not girlfriend material. And I don’t do late night booty calls. I’m not a college student.”

  “Then how will I see you again?”

  “If it’s meant to be, you will.”

  Mia smoothed down her dress. She glanced at herself in the mirror, making sure everything was in order. Then she turned and wiped the little bit of red that had gotten on Luke’s lips with her thumb.

  “Goodnight, Luke.”

  Mia grabbed her purse and opened the door. On the other side was Barbie. It was obvious that she’d been listening in, if the red flush of embarrassment at being caught eavesdropping and her look of disgust were any indication. Mia stepped around her to head down the hall.