BEAR: A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella, page 7
“Oh wow, thank you. Thank you so much.”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. This doesn’t mean I trust you. I’m indebted to the Fallen Kings and Hellbound Lovers hate owing anybody. I’m doing this as a favor to them and to keep a close eye on you. You do anything to jeopardize me or my men, and I’ll throw you out on that damn fine ass of yours. You got that?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
There was a knock on the door and Nick looked up. “Just give me a minute, Bear. I’m almost done here.”
The name made me jump in my chair. I froze. Impossible. It couldn’t be.
“Actually, I want you to meet our new bar manager. Looks like she comes highly recommended. Meghan Evergreen this is Derek Matheson, better known around this place as Bear. Get in here, Brother. Wait til’ I tell you how this stray kitty got to our doorstep.”
I didn’t dare look back at him. I simply sat there, gripping the handles of the chair, my heart in my throat, my life coming to a halt as the man I’d left so long ago, suddenly reappeared in the least expected place.
Nine
Bear
I stood in that doorway, the life sucked out of me. It couldn’t be. She was here, just a few feet away from me. How? Why?
“Are you going to stand there all day, Brother. Come in and say hello.”
Nick grinned and beckoned me in, but my feet were firmly planted, and I wasn’t going anywhere for the moment. Her brown hair cascaded down her back and she slightly tilted her head to the side. I focused on her reflection in the window. She was as beautiful as I remembered her. That bright smile of hers that once lit up the room, was long gone. In its place was a grim sadness that mirrored my own. My traitorous heart still beat for this woman. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything for her. Hatred should have poured out of my soul, but instead a yearning so deep stole my breath away.
“Bear!” Nick’s voice startled me out of my stupor and blankly, I nodded, still staring at the woman seated before me. She hadn’t dared looked back at me yet, had she forgotten my name. Slowly, I strode into the room, walking around her, the scent of oranges made my nostrils flare and memories of her soft curves flooded my head.
“Meghan?” My voice sounded torn and the sound of my voice made her turn to me. Those rich coffee brown eyes staring back at me made me falter, and I gripped the desk for a minute. Those deep brown eyes that held so much hope so long ago, now only held secrets. Secrets and lies that women tell a man to make them fall in love so hard, they’d never love another woman again. And I swore to myself I’d never put my heart through that misery, not ever. So why was it betraying me even now. Even after everything she’d done to it.
“Derek,” her voice wavered as she said my name, as if it were painful to recall it. The same apprehension that was running through me, was now running through her. The rays of sunlight pouring in from the small window, highlighted her chocolate brown waves that glimmered with red tones. That sad longing was present between us and we simply stood there, quietly taking each other in.
“The years have been good to you, Meg.”
“You too, Derek.” That wispy tone coated her words and I could tell she had more to say but didn’t dare voice it.
I clenched my fists to my sides to keep myself from holding her in my arms again. I shook the feeling away and replaced it with those feelings of resentment I knew so well.
“I thought you were dead.”
She stared at me, long and hard, before giving me any type of response. “I wanted to be,” she murmured, just loud enough for me to hear.
Nick glanced at me, then back at her, and suddenly a light clicked in his eyes. “Is this…is this, Meg?”
My silence was heavier than an answer. I wasn’t about to get into a conversation with Nick about how this was the woman I’d spent the last ten years thinking of. Ten lonely years wondering where she was, if she was alive, if she was with another men. Half that time I was hating her for leaving me. For making me believe in love and then tearing it away.
“Look, Bear, I didn’t know Brother...”
“Give us a minute, Nick.”
“I can’t do that, Bear.”
“Why is she here?” My voice was laced in anger as I kept my eyes on her. She avoided my gaze like the plague, ducking and turning away.
“Why are you here!” I shouted, and in the silence of the office, my pain resonated loud and clear.
“Derek, please,” her voice shook as her eyes met mine, unshed tears glimmering in their depths.
Nick placed a hand on my shoulder and paused for a long second. “Meg is our new bartender.”
“The fuck she is!” I turned my fury on him. At least with him I could yell and scream, lay into him in order to get this anger out of me.
Nick gave me that look that said I’d better calm the fuck down or shit would go sour for me. Problem was, I didn’t care. The way I saw it, shit was downright rotten.
Ignoring him, I turned to look at the cross I beared. “You’re not welcome here, Meg.”
She looked at Nick, her eyes pleading, and anger coiled around me. “You don’t look at him! You look at me when I’m talking to you!”
Her eyes slowly shifted to mine, a glint of anger in them. I liked that. I wanted her pissed off at me, so we could have it out like it ought to be. “This is not the time or place. I didn’t come here looking for trouble. Nor did I come here looking for you.”
Her fists clenched at her sides, her chest rising and falling, her breasts falling into that deep rhythm that made me want to grab her and fuck her up against the nearest platform. “So, when do you think it will be appropriate for you? In another ten years maybe?”
Nick once again interrupted my vicious rant. “Come with me. Now!”
I whirled at him, shoving his hand off me. He knew better than to lay a hand on me. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”
“You need to calm the fuck down,” he hissed at me. “There’s more to it than what you think.”
Grabbing me by the neck he hauled me out into the hallway, shutting the door behind us. “There is no way in hell that woman is running my bar!”
“Our bar,” Nick hissed. “And that ain’t your call, now is it?”
“It is when I invested more than half of my earnings in this place!”
“Bear,” he warned.
I began to pace like the caged bear that I was. “She just shows up here, after all these years, looking for what? Forgiveness. Solace. What?”
“Refuge.”
I turned to him, my eyes questioning, and he nodded. “She’s looking for refuge and protection. She was sent here by the Fallen Kings. Turns out there’s a lot more to her story than she lets on. She didn’t want to tell me much, but her reference comes directly from the Shamrock himself.”
“She’s in danger?” I whispered, staring at the door.
“According to what she’s told me.”
Nick’s sigh meant he didn’t like this any more than I did. “Look, just give me a couple months to figure shit out and then I’ll see where we can put her. Out of sight, out of mind, right?”
I grabbed at his leather cut, a sneer slipping from my throat. “You don’t see anything when it comes to her. She’s my business, and mine alone.”
Lifting his hands, I shoved him away. “Bear, I don’t want any problems, Brother. And I know bringing her in here is a problem. I’ve got a feeling that woman is about to bring us a shit ton of trouble.”
He wasn’t wrong. “That woman belongs to me. You make that known.”
He clasped my shoulder tightly, until I glared at him. “I’ll leave you alone to face those demons. But do it right. That woman in there is not your typical wounded dove. She’s been through shit, you can see it in her eyes. Find something in here,” he banged a finger at my chest, “that will make her feel safe. Besides, we’ve got a debt to pay off, whether you like it or not.”
I grimaced, making a face as he walked away. He responded by reminding me of the code we lived by. “Hellbound Lovers don’t owe debts to no one, least of all the Fallen Kings.”
After he disappeared, I just stood there, staring at the door and willing myself to go in, but finding it harder and harder to face her. I wasn’t ready for this. All these years and I couldn’t bring myself to open a goddamn door. Slamming my fist against the wall I breathed out, the pain reverberating through me. That damn familiar pain I’d hidden away for so long. It now plunged through my chest, tearing a hole in it once again.
She came back, but why. Why is she here? What does she want?
I placed a hand on the door and leaned against it. I could almost feel her heat on the other side of the, as if she were waiting, yearning for me as much as I did her. Frustrated I left without getting my answers. I realized quickly that now was not the time. I wasn’t ready. Then again, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever be. I’ve waited too long for this, yet it seemed I needed to wait a while longer.
Ten
Bear
I stared down at the amber liquid floating around in the glass. My brain wouldn’t shut the fuck up and let me sleep, so I came down for a drink. The clubhouse was quiet, not a soul around. A few more hours and the sun would rise. I wondered where she was. What she was thinking. Was she thinking of me as much as I was of her? That woman had sunk herself in deep and after seeing her again, it was going to be a bitch tearing her out of my soul.
My muscles tensed as I heard a floorboard creak behind me. As if though she were a mirage, and I was the thirsty motherfucker seeking to be drowned in her depths, she appeared me. My eyes grazed over her, taking in the skimpiest shorts and tank top I’d ever seen. Her tits danced in the loose confines of the material and I could make out her dark nipples beneath the sheer top. My dick was heavy and gloating as I watched her saunter towards me barefooted. She hadn’t noticed me yet as she rubbed her eyes, a small pout on her pink lips. As she swept past me, I grabbed at her. Her eyes opened wide and just as she was about to scream, my hand covered her pretty mouth.
I stared at her, her breasts pressed against my chest, her breaths ragged against my hand. “What the fuck are you doing down here?”
I slowly removed my hand, my fingers lingering on her lips. She just stared back at me, her hands on my chest, her body soft and needy in my arms. “I...I was thirsty.”
Anger took over as I looked at her. I hated that I still had feelings for this woman. Feelings that had apparently only been dimmed but never diminished. I’d done a fucking poor job at convincing myself that I didn’t love her anymore, because she fucking tore at my heart with one look from those deep brown eyes.
“Goddammit,” I grunted and shoved her back. I walked past her, ignoring her calling my name. I couldn’t be around her. It was too much, too tempting to fall back. What we had back then was lost and I wasn’t naive enough to believe it would exist again. No. That was all a lie.
“Is that what you’re going to do? Just walk by me and ignore me like I don’t exist.”
I turned to her, anger in my blood. Her big brown eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “How dare you walk in here and demand things? How dare you come in here and fuck up my life once again?”
“You have no right to talk to me in that way!”
Somehow, we came toe to toe with one another. “Is that so, little girl?”
Her eyes searched mine, and as she licked her lips, I tightened my fists, pinning them to my sides. Don’t touch her. Don’t fall for her lies. The thoughts rambled through my brain, but I wasn’t listening.
“That’s right,” she breathed.
She felt it, that strong pull between us. We both fought it but we knew, and that knowledge urged us to give in. Told me this is what we needed, what I needed to get her the fuck out of my system.
“You’re a lying b…”
“Go ahead. Insult me if that’s what makes you feel better. You told me once that we wouldn’t treat one another in this way. That we’d always respect each other.”
“Like you respected me!” I roared bringing my face to hers. “You lied to me!”
“You don’t know,” she shook her head, but I held my hand up stopping her. I didn’t want to hear any more lies.
“You think that you could just come right back into my life and pretend nothing happened? You fucked with my head, Meg! You did with me what you wanted and left. The only reason you’re here is because Nick is blind to the type of woman he’s let in through those doors. But I know. And I swear to God, I’ll...”
She placed her fingertips against my lips, silencing me. Her gentle action made me heart lurch. “Hush now, Bear. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Grabbing her wrist, I shoved her off me. “Don’t. Touch. Me.”
“I’m trying here, Derek. But if you’re not willing to give us a chance…”
“A chance? There’s no chance, Meg! There’s nothing between you and I!”
Her sarcastic smirk made my blood boil. “And you think that you were the only victim here. There are always two sides to a story, Derek. Don’t think you were the only one who suffered here.” She shoved me back and I growled.
“Don’t push me, little girl.”
“Or what. Is daddy going to spank me?”
“Don’t tempt me.”
She fisted her hands at her sides, her breasts heaving sexily as she seethed at me. “I dare you.”
The vision of her bent over my knee was what did me in. Without replying I grabbed at her and bent her over the stool.
“Derek!” She screamed out just as I yanked down her shorts, bringing them around her knees. I hissed at the sight of the white lace outlining her plush ass. Leaning forward, she gave out a strangled cry as I bit down on her. “This is what you get for playing with fire.”
My hand came down on her and she squirmed, but the hand forcefully placed on her back, kept her pinned to the stool.
“Derek, please,” she let out a whoosh of air as I spanked her again. Three consecutive strikes that had her shivering.
“Goddamn you,” tears flowed down her cheeks and I slapped at the bottom of her cheeks. The soft globes bouncing for me, the flesh slightly pink from the impact of my hand.
This was punishment, it wasn’t meant to entice or excite, but as I rubbed at her ass and heard her whimper, I realized that any form of touch would excite her. To be specific, my touch.
“Are you enjoying this?” I came down on her harder, and her legs shook as she clung to the stool.
“Fuck you!” She cried out as I spanked her harder, heat came off her flesh as I squeezed it.
“Are you wet?”
“What?” She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring at me. In truth she could have forced herself away, I would have let her, but she didn’t. She stayed right where I kept her and bit her lip as I stared back at her, gliding my fingers along her thighs.
“You dirty, little girl.” I spanked her again and she yelped out my name.
“That’s right, baby girl. That’s the name that’s haunted you all these nights. The name you left behind.”
“Derek,” she gasped as my hand slid between the heat of her thighs, teasing her, and I groaned as I found out just how drenched she’d become.
I didn’t wait another minute. Instead, I lifted her up onto the bar top, ripping off the pretty white lace.
“Derek!” Her cry fell into a moan as I spread her legs and pressed a kiss on her bare pussy, rubbing my coarse beard along her softness.
“You kept this smooth for me, baby girl.”
“Nnngh, Bear,” she whimpered as I licked one swollen lip, then the other.
“You’re wet for your bear, aren’t you baby girl?”
“Oh my god, yes,” she breathed and lifted her legs slightly in the air as she spread herself, placing her heels on the edge of the bar. She looked at me and bit her lip just as I licked up her juices. Her body lifted and she bit down on a finger to keep from crying out.
She tasted so sweet on my tongue, her flavor dancing along it, letting me know that I was the cause of her pleasured turmoil. I sucked and growled as I ate her up. Loving her soft whimpers and the way the word daddy spilled from her lips. It made my cock throb as that naughtiness came from such an innocent woman.
“You remember that. You remember you were my baby girl, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered as I sucked her clit, my tongue stroking it in long, deep circles. “I remember every second I had with...”
She squealed, her words forgotten, as I found the spot right beneath her clit and lapped upwards. Flattening my tongue, I played with that spot that drove her crazy, her pussy tilting up and rubbing herself on my face. My beard getting coated in her honey. Fuck, she’d always been so sexy and needy, but now she was also desperate. I gripped her ass, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh as I ate at her, not able to get enough of her. She’d been my addiction for so damn long. Even now I couldn’t deprive myself of it.
She cried out and slammed her hands on the bar, lifting up her pussy to me, offering her body to me. I wanted to fuck her, to own her, but most of all, I wanted her to shatter on my tongue. I sunk a finger gently inside of her and a breathy yes followed by a low moan enticed me to sink another one. I began to slowly stroke her, watching her as she begged and whimpered for me. She reached down and touched my face gently as I eased inside of her, my eyes never leaving hers as I brought her to the edge, torturously slow.
“Harder, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” I growled as I started to thrust my fingers in deeper, faster, rougher, and all along she whispered yes as she humped at my fingers.
“You want to make yourself cum on my fingers, little girl.”
“Oh God, yes, please Daddy.”
“No.” I slowly glided my fingers out and sucked at them.
“No?” She whimpered and tried to reach out, but I pulled back. Her pussy undulating in the air, shining in the dim light.
“Stop calling me that,” I shook my head, those feelings of confusion creeping into my heart.
