BEAR: A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella, page 4
He had no idea how I wanted to be his good girl, yet I shivered wondering what would happen if I became his bad girl instead.
Swiveling my hips, I clenched down on him, knowing he loved that. He smacked my ass as his thrusts became erratic and I cried out once again as he held onto me, hot jets of his cum mixing with mine.
We lay there for a long moment, having him still buried in me as we just held each other, coming down from another night of wild sex. This is what my life had become. Waking up in his arms, only to daydream about him at work while I waited to get picked up by him, just to get fucked again before I went to classes. I finally complained last night that I needed to sleep, and his response was to fuck me two minutes before my alarm went off.
I slammed my hand down on it as it blared an incessant beep that only signaled, I had to leave the warmth of my man. Groaning, I slid out of bed. “You are too much.”
He sat up and leaned against the headboard just watching me as I grabbed a clean pair of panties. “You don’t really need those, ya know.”
He arched a brow as I bent over to pick up my jeans and I rolled my eyes at him. “If you keep ripping them, I might not have any more left, period.”
“As long as I can get to that cherry pie of yours, I’m gonna rip every single one.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“And you love it,” he laughed.
“You’re going to make me late.”
He shrugged. “I can’t help how I feel knowing your pussy is filled with my cum.”
I shook my head and ignored his heated comment. Every word that came out of his mouth had me spreading my legs for him. “You taking me to class today?”
“Anything my baby girl wants.”
I smiled at him as he walked over to me and I stood there, hands propped on my hips as I took an eyeful of his body. The sinewy muscles rippled as he moved, and I wanted to lick the ridges along his abs. I absolutely loved how big and brawny he was. All hard muscle and warmth. He wrapped his arms around me, and I almost said fuck it, but I needed to get to class. I was only a few months away from graduating. I needed to finish this for me.
My parents were non-existent. My mother never wanted me and my father, fuck if I knew who he was. I grew up with my grandmother, she was the only soul who cared about me enough to take me. She was my whole life, and everything was loving and peaceful until I turned sixteen. The cancer had spread so quickly that we didn’t really have a chance. A year later, she passed away, leaving me to face this shit world alone. So, it’s been me, it’s always been just me. And now there was him. And as he cupped my cheeks and brought my head down, kissing my forehead, I knew he was all I needed.
“I’ll drop you off but then I need to head out.”
My heart dropped and I turned, quickly focusing on getting dressed. “How long will you be gone?”
“Just for tonight.” I got quiet, and he instantly noticed. I couldn’t hide anything from him. In the few weeks we’d known each other, he had literally learned everything about me. Even the way I acted when I was sad or if something was wrong. He turned me around, tilting my chin up until my eyes met his.
“Hey. I’ll be back. It’s just a night.”
“I hate when you go.”
He nodded. “Me too, baby girl. But I just have a run to do and I’ll come right back.”
“That’s what scares me. I want to know you’re safe.”
The Royal Bastards were considered one percenters, and they didn’t always do what was right. Only what was right for them. I didn’t want him getting hurt. He’d become so important to me. He was my Bear, my man to take care of, my Daddy. I could tell you I knew little things about him, like how he liked his coffee sweet, and how much enjoyed a good Long Island Iced Tea. Music soothed him and he could cook one helluva meal. And when he sang, fuck, he tore my heart out with that deep rumble of his. Yet with all that said, I could also see that something bothered him. He never did tell me the reason why he joined that particular MC, but I wished he would eventually decide to leave it.
He was an intelligent man, well read and highly educated. He was even helping me with my marketing project that I needed to finalize before I graduated. He had knowledge of the stock market and knew how to invest money so that I would see a profit in the years to come. Why he was involved in the shadiness of that life was beyond me.
I had asked him once, and he simply shrugged and said he wanted the thrill of living on the edge. Although he said it jokingly, I could see the sadness in his eyes. Whatever he was searching for he hadn’t found it just yet, and I was afraid that maybe I wasn’t part of that. But I kept my feelings to myself and just relished in the fact that he was here with me now. He promised me he’d be back, and I believed him. I could see it in his eyes.
“Do me a favor,” he turned to his bag and pulled out a small handgun. “I need you to hold onto this for me.”
I shook my head. “No, Derek. I...I don’t like guns.”
“Baby girl, I need you to take this. Look, it’s easy. You slide the chamber back like this and…”
I placed my hand over his and he paused. “I said I don’t like them, not that I don’t know how to shoot one.”
“Oh, you do, do you?”
“Let me see that thing.”
He handed it over and I pulled out the magazine, checking for bullets in the chamber. I finished pulling the slide and cocked it, lifting it towards the window, I angled it, weighed it, and nodded as I clicked the safety on. “It will do, I suppose.”
He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at me in amazement. “That was sexy as fuck.”
I laughed and shrugged. “My grandmother wanted me to learn how to use one. She was wary of any man that came near me and didn’t trust half the fuckers who lived around us, so she took me to the gun range and had someone teach me. I took classes for a year, right up until the day she died on me.”
I tucked the gun away in my bag swallowing the lump that formed in my throat. He came up and wrapped his arms around me. “So why don’t you like guns?”
“Because they call in violence,” I turned to him and patted the one that was strapped to his side.
“The one who wears this is because they’re prepared to use it at any given moment.”
“Well I’ll need you to carry that one on you from now on. Last thing I need is you getting hurt when I’m not around. And I don’t tend to have many friends on the road, Meg. I won’t be at peace knowing I’ve put you in harm’s way.”
“I’ll be okay. Just come back to me and I’ll be okay.”
He cupped my cheeks and left a tender kiss on my lips, one that moved me more than words could say. This stranger who had waltzed into that diner had now found a spot in my heart and I didn’t want to let him go. I don’t think I ever could.
* * *
It was nearing midnight when Sherry finally rushed in. “I’m sorry sweetie, Jamie was running a hundred and two fever. It broke just a couple hours ago but I needed to make sure she was okay before I left her.”
I smiled at her. I had covered half her shift including my eight hour one and I was exhausted, but her little girl was sick, and she had no one else to turn to. “Don’t worry Hun, it’s been a slow night.”
“Where’s that hunk of yours? He doesn’t leave your side for a second.”
“He had a job to do.”
“Looks like Jeb disappeared also.”
I nodded. “Yeah,” I whispered to myself, but I was still wary of him. I hadn’t noticed it before, but Sherry was right, Jeb rarely came by anymore, and I was grateful for it. But now that I was suddenly alone, that anxiety came back. Taking a deep breath, I brushed the dark thoughts aside. He was gone, that’s all that mattered.
She scrutinized my face for a long moment and sighed. “I heard those Royal Bastards weren’t any good. You sure your boy is going down the right path there?”
I bit my lip and grabbed my bag. “He’s a good man, Sherry.”
She grabbed my arm as I walked past her. “Hey. I never said he wasn’t. But the men he’s with aren’t any good. So be careful there, that’s all I’m saying.”
I gently pulled my arm away not wanting to think about that stuff. “I know how to take care of myself, Sherry. I cleaned up the back booths and filled the sugar jars for you. It should be an easy night.”
She reached out and gave me a tight hug. “I want you to be happy, you know that right?”
I nodded and patted her back, quickly pulling away. “Goodnight, Sherry.”
I was trying hard not to let what she said affect me, but I knew she was right. My goal was to graduate and go on to do better things with my life. I wanted Derek to be a part of that, but for a moment, I felt as if our paths were going in a different direction and that scared me. Every time he wasn’t near the doubts would consume me and the last thing I wanted to do, was think.
Opening the door to my apartment I threw my bag on the kitchen table and made my way towards the bedroom. I took my shoes off and leaned in to turn on the small bedside lamp. The room lit up and just as I was pulling the zipper down on my uniform, a hand roughly coiled around my waist, taking my breath away as it squeezed me tightly, another hand slammed over my mouth, stifling my scream.
I kicked up trying to get the intruder off me, sending us flying back into a wall. He gripped me tighter as I fought, when suddenly I made out his voice. “Stop it! Stop it, Meg, it’s just me! It’s just me!”
I froze when I realized Jebediah Crawford was the one who had broken into my home and was now standing in my bedroom. I calmed for a second, just enough for him to remove his hand, but I was visibly shaken.
“J-Jebediah? What are you doing here?”
“That’s a good question.” He tugged me into him, and I grunted from the harshness of it. “Where the fuck have you been?”
“I’ve been working all day. Going to school.”
“That’s not what I fucking meant!” I flinched as he flung me back against the wall. “You’ve been with him, haven’t you?” His hold tightened on me and fear began to crawl up my spine.
“With who, Jeb?” I hated that my words came out in a shaky breath.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home for days, Meghan. Days!” He slammed his fist on the wall by the side of my head making me jump. He was agitated and irate and the fear in my gut rose.
“Please, Jeb,” tears began to slide down my cheeks because I knew deep down inside, he was going to hurt me. There was no stopping him this time. I had no one to turn to, no one to protect me.
“Do you know what it is to sit here and wait for your woman to come home only to find out she’s been giving her pussy to someone else, like a whore!” He yelled the words in my face, and I turned my head away. I wished I hadn’t come home. I wished I would have stayed in the cabin.
“Jebediah, please. Please calm down.”
I yelped in pain as he gripped my arms and shook me forcefully. “You’ve been fucking him, haven’t you!”
“Jeb, I…” I didn’t get to finish that sentence before his hand came down on me. The sting ran along the side of my cheek and the power of the blow sent me back a few steps.
He gripped my arms again and I tried to push him back, but he just kept coming at me. “Jeb, please!”
“That’s right, bitch, beg! I want you to beg. I bet that’s what you like to do, beg to be fucked!” His hand landed another blow across my face and that one had me falling back onto the floor, sprawled on the side of the bed.
I looked up at him as he started undoing his belt. Holding up a shaking hand, I tried to protect myself, but something dark had come over him and I knew I wasn’t talking to him anymore.
“Jeb!” I screamed as the belt came down on me.
“You disgusting whore! I told you, you were mine!” With every word, the belt cut down on me. I managed to protect my face from the heavy whipping and the sharp cuts of the buckle, but my arms and legs were receiving the brunt of the impacts.
Gripping the bedspread, I tried dragging myself back enough to kick, my foot finally making contact with his groin. He grunted and stumbled back, giving me a chance to scramble across the floor and towards the hallway. I only got in a few steps before he was gripping my legs and dragging me back. I screamed and tried to claw out of his grip, but he was stronger than me. His hands yanking my legs apart as he forced himself between them.
“No! Jeb, no!”
I scratched at his face and managed to kick him back. Scrambling up and ran towards the kitchen. His fist was powerful as it slammed down on the middle of my back, slamming me down to the floor. I grabbed onto whatever I could, my purse tumbling down, its contents clattering everywhere.
“You fucking slut! You’re going to give me what I want whether you like it or not.”
“Fuck you!” I spat at his face as my hand reached back, my fingertips making contact with a metal handle. The gun. I’d forgotten about the gun.
He grabbed at my underwear and in his rage, he ripped at them. “No!” I sobbed as I heard the sound of his zipper.
No. This is not happening. I am not going to let this happen to me. Not tonight. Not with him.
Just as he pulled his dick out, my fingers slid across the steel. Gripping the gun in my hand, I flicked the safety down and cocked the gun. He instantly froze as I pressed the cold steel against his balls.
“Get off me you son of a bitch,” my voice was low and even. His hands went up and he slowly leaned back away from me. I scrambled back from under him, pushing my skirt down as I slammed against the wall, using it to help me stand up. He was still on his knees his wild dark eyes on me.
“Get the fuck up, slowly.”
I kept looking at my hand, willing it not to shake as I pointed the barrel of the gun to his head. He paused for a second and I knew what was going across his mind. “Try it and I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger. I’m known to be a good shot. I won’t kill you, but I’ll cripple your disgusting ass.”
He was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and clenching his jaw he did what I told him to. I had the upper hand for now, I just didn’t know how long it would last.
“I could handcuff you right now and take you in for pulling a gun out on an officer of the law.”
I laughed sarcastically. “I’d do worse if I didn’t think your crooked ass was protected.”
He smirked. “You could try. But who’s going to believe a lowly waitress over the good standing Buck’s County Sheriff. The good people of this town voted for me to keep them safe from people like you and that insect that crawled in a while back.”
I let my gun travel down to his unzipped pants and I purposely pointed it at his dick. “The good people of this town are blind and ignorant to the vile shit that is Jebediah Crawford.”
His hand came over his groin, and he tucked himself back into his pants while scowling at me. “Stop fucking around, Meg.”
“You think the bullet will go through your hand?” I shifted the gun, tilting it slightly as I played with the thought of shooting his prick off. I wasn’t really going to do it, but it was clear that I wasn’t playing any games.
“I’ll make you pay for this, Meg. You better believe I’ll make you pay for this.”
I shrugged. “You could try.”
He smiled smugly. “You think you’re going to win this fight. I haven’t even begun. Besides, I no longer want your filthy pussy. Maybe I’ll use it to gain a little money instead. There’s a lot of the boys back at the precinct who would like a piece of that ass, for a decent price. A used pussy isn’t worth much anyway.
“Fuck you!”
He smirked at me, enjoying my unease. “Or maybe I’ll make your new boy toy pay for what you’ve done. It’s his fault this is happening in the first place. We could have been happy, Meg. You and I. But instead you decided to go whore yourself out. Now someone is going to have to pay the price.”
My hand trembled for a moment, and I gripped the gun tighter to steady it. Jebediah’s glare was dark and menacing. He’d kill him for no other reason than for laying his sights on me. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, those Royal Bastards are a menace. Always getting into trouble, always starting gun fights. They’ve got a lot of enemies. You never know when a rival gang might wanna make a name for themselves. Grab that biker boy of yours and tear his guts out, leave him on the side of the road for the crows to indulge in.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
He stalked towards me, no fear in his eyes, just pure evilness. “Stop right there, Jeb! I’ll pull the trigger. I swear to God!”
He didn’t stop until his chest was pressed to the barrel. “I already have my men watching him. If something happens to me, he’ll go down faster than you can blink.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He chuckled as he gripped the barrel of the gun and slammed it to his chest. “Pull the trigger, Meg, and see how fast your boy goes down.”
Tears ran down my cheeks as I realized how fucking crazy Jeb truly was. “Get out,” my voice shook as I spoke.
He glared at me, the darkness in his eyes made me shake. I kept the gun trained on him even as my knees buckled, and I slowly felt myself crumble to the floor as I realized I couldn’t do it. I didn’t have it in me to kill someone and he knew this.
Crouching over me he smiled, his voice becoming gentle again, as if nothing. In that moment, I realized there was something seriously wrong with Jebediah Crawford. “This doesn’t have to end this way, Meg. All you have to do is give into me and do as I say. And if you don’t, I’ll make sure your Royal Bastard pays for it. So, you decide, Meg. You either come to me willingly, or I’ll destroy him. And stop crying. You look disgusting when you cry.”
He slapped me roughly on the side of the head, before he stood up and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I fell in a heap to the floor, curling up into a little ball. I was shaking as I stared down at the gun that Derek had left for me. I knew Jeb to be a creep, but to go to these extremes. He would kill him if I didn’t give into him, and I couldn’t let that happen. Derek didn’t deserve this, and I needed to protect what was mine.
