EroticReverie

Tessa Rae Tessaro

"It's hot a motherfucker today." I hiss, as I close the gate to the horses pen. 

"Language Tessa" My father  says, adjusting his cowboy hat. I roll my eyes at Maverick, whose normally grumpy disposition falters just a bit as his lips tip up. It's a split second, it's there and it's gone. My favorite hobby these past two years, has been earning itty bitty smiles from the six foot six giant that started as a ranch hand and earned himself the spot as my fathers most trusted hand. 

"Sorry Daddy" I say and he sighs, knowing damn well the mouth I have on me. I was HIS daughter afterall. I'm pretty sure my first word was "hell", and my second was "shit" and my mother never lets my father forget it. 

I turn and walk alongside my father back up towards our giant home. I turn after a few feet to ask Maverick if he's coming when I don't hear the heavy grumpy stomps of his boots on the gravel. His head chin pops right up when I turn and his eyes go to my face. Was he just...checking out my ass? If the bit of pink tinting his cheeks above that full beard of his says anything at all, he definitely was, and he just caught red handed. Red cheeked. Whatever. 

I just cock a brow. 

"You comin' Big Mac?" I tease him the nickname I know he hates. Mac is his middle name and what most people call him by, since Maverick is just too many syllables for everyone. 

"Got a few things to take care of." He says and tips his hat and turns, walking off in his tight pants, making my eyes go right to his behind. Maverick Mac Montgomery had an ass. That thing was packed with as much muscle as the rest of him. At six foot six, he's a giant, and his broad shoulders , wide chest and thick biceps, and those thick damn legs of his. I don't even know how the horses hold him. The guy puts the ASS in massive. I swear if he didn't work for my dad, I'd beg him to let me bite it. But Maverick , while a scary son of a bitch, that most definitely does some shady shit for my father that I pretend not to know about, is also a giant fucking teddy bear. But maybe I just think that because I have zero reason to be scared of him.  If I didnt love my father, and adore Maverick, maybe I'd get myself into some trouble with Maverick. The only thing is, the man is too damn loyal to my father anyways, that he'd never even entertain the idea. But, it's good to know our ass admiration goes both ways. 

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Hours later, I grab the keys to my car, check myself out in the mirror in the foyer. I had my hair in a loose updo, my makeup done. A tight white dress, with tiny red floral pattern, that hugged my curves like a glove. The hem reaches right above my knee, with short sleeves, and backless other than the thin straps criscrossing across my back to keep it tight to my torso. My double d's sat nice and fucking pretty, and said "Hey, we're ready to party." I scoop my hand into my dress, making a slight adjustment to them to make sure they sit even better without a bra. I turn side to side, checking out my profile, smiling down at my red cowgirl boots and then grab my phone, and my purse and head out the door. 

My boots thump against the wooden porch as I walk under the over hang that circles the entire wrap around porch. I lift my eyes as I place my hand on the railing to take the small set of stairs down and find Maverick lifting his at the same time, and stopping in his tracks.

"Oh..hey Big Mac" I say and he starts walking again and towards me on the steps as I take a few down. 

"Where you off to?" His brows pinch. Just like my father, Maverick keeps an eye on me. Almost more so than my dad does. Which is why I think my dad likes him so much, that and he does his dirty work, no questions asked probably, and would kill for our family. And "rumors" have it, that he has...more than once. 

"The bar." I say simply , giving him a smile. "Why, you wanna go?" I ask, teasing him. 

"Gimmie ten minutes." He says and my brows jump and my mouth parts as he walks around me and up the steps and I spin on one foot. 

"Wait" I say and he stops and looks over his shoulder, then turns. 

"Are you serious?" I ask. 

His brows pinch. "Was it a fake invitation?" 

"What?" I ask. Then shake my head. "No...of course not, you just, never say yes." I say and he gives a little "hmpf" and turns back around. 

"Ten minutes, and I'm drivin." He huffs his way through the door and shuts it. 

My brows still lifted as I blink several times. Well, shit. I look down to my tits. 

"Good job girls." I whisper to them.