BEAR: A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella, page 8
“Please, Daddy. Don’t stop.”
“Fuck, I love how you call me that. I want you cumming on my tongue, sweet girl.”
“Ohh!” She cried out as I gripped her legs and brought her up on tiptoes as she thrusted her pussy at me. My tongue dancing on her clit, sucking it in as she tugged on my hair.
“Bear!” Her cry echoed in the silence and she shattered. The sounds of wet pussy and deep breaths echoed around us. Her body tensing, falling, as she came on my tongue.
Her thighs shook and I lifted her legs, lapping at her from ass to clit. Soothing her climax as she softly whimpered. Fuck, those whimpers were gonna do me in. I gripped my cock and stroked it through my jeans, alleviating some of the pain that came with it being trapped. But I wasn’t going to fuck her tonight. I just wanted to taste her, to show her she was mine. And she proved that to me tonight. She proved she still wanted me. It was all the confirmation I needed.
“My sweet, baby girl,” I whispered as I stroked her legs and pulled back. I didn’t want to stop touching her, but I knew I had to.
“My sweet Bear,” her soft whisper followed me down the hallway as I left her there. Glistening with wetness and spread out ready for my cock. I slammed the door behind me as soon as I entered my bedroom. And I stood there, ripping down my zipper and taking my cock in my hand. One. Two. Three strokes and I grunted as my balls fired out shot after shot of my cum. Cum that should have been released deep inside of my sweet Meg.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I slammed my head back against the doorframe and cursed her for being so damn tempting. I wanted to be her daddy tonight. I wanted to be her everything.
Eleven
Meg
Turning my head, the purple and orange hues of dawn traced the sky. I had tossed and turned all night, the lack of sleep, nothing I wasn’t used to, but the knots in my stomach produced an anxiety I hadn’t felt in years. Only this time it was caused by the man down the hall. The one who left me sprawled on a bar the night before.
Tearing the blankets away, my bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor and I shivered. Grabbing my robe, I headed down the hallway towards his bedroom. If he didn’t want to talk that was on him but I wasn’t going to live under the same roof with him if he was going to behave this way.
It was quiet in the bar as I tip toed quietly to his door. Without overthinking it, I knocked, waiting. That’s all I ever did. Wait. I knocked again and I heard a groan and then there was a shuffling right before the door swung open. My eyes travelled along hard sinewy muscle, a rose tattoo lining his forearm which he propped up along the top of the doorway as he stared down at me. His body was taut and built, and I wanted to lick every inch of him.
“What time is it?” His voice was gruff from sleep and he looked adorable as he rubbed his eyes. A slight pout on his lips. Lips I wanted to taste again.
“I’m not sure.”
His eyes finally landed on me, two blue magnets that pulled me in. they ran from the tips of my toes and up my bare legs, leaving a hot blazing trail of lust. When they landed on my breasts, he licked his lips, and I remembered the way his tongue felt on my needy sex.
“What are you doing here?” Passing one hand across his face, the other running down to his crotch, adjusting himself in his briefs, and letting me know he felt exactly the same way I felt.
“I...I need to talk to you, Derek.”
“No one’s called me by my name in a long time. Just call me Bear, alright.”
“But I’ve always liked your name.”
His fixed gaze made me nervous and I swallowed hard, that surge of emotions threatening to come out, and I didn’t want to cry. Not yet anyway.
“Can we talk?”
He gestured for me to come inside and I walked in, my shoulder brushing against his broad chest as I did so. He smelled good. A rich amber scent that had me breathing him in as I walked into his bedroom.
“So, talk.”
I turned to him and took a long look at him. Derek Matheson, or Bear, as he now wanted me to refer to him as, lived up to his name. Tall, burly, broad shouldered, with dark blue eyes that heated the bones and made you weak in the knees. He was warm, sweet, handsome, protective, and could sing like an angel. That was my sweet Derek. This man standing before me, was far from the man I had met all those years ago. This one was more of an angry grizzly than a sweet teddy bear.
For a second, I couldn’t find the words. “About last night…”
“Yeah, don’t worry about that. It was a moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.”
Pursing my lips, I was tempted to just leave. This man was pure frustration. “I didn’t come here for you to tell me what will or will not happen again.”
The dumbfounded look on his face was almost amusing. That’s right, Bear, I’ve also changed.
“I wanted to talk to you because I don’t want this,” I pointed from him to me. “I don’t want this to affect us.”
He propped a fist on his hip, the other pulling on his beard, and I bit my lip, remembering the feel of it between my legs. “So, let me get this straight. You’re coming into my home. After ten years of disappearing on me, and you expect that I act as if nothing is happening. As if it were just another day.”
“W-well, when you put it that way.”
He growled. “I’d be careful with those next words that come out of that pretty mouth, Meg. I’m not in the mood for games.”
“I just don’t want this ominous feeling around us. We used to be friends.”
He took a few steps towards me and then stopped himself. “Exactly. Used to, would be the key words there.”
“Please, Derek. I just want some peace for once.”
He turned to me then, his muscles taut, fists clenched at his side. He was holding back so much that in a way I wanted to see what would happen if I kept pushing.
“Peace? You think you’ll find peace, here? There is no peace where I’m at. Because since you left, peace is the last thing I’ve been able to find.”
We looked at each other for a long time, a lump forming in my throat as I searched for the right words to say to him. To ease his pain. But what words? His pain was mine.
“So unless you’re here to tell me when you plan to leave again, I don’t think there’s anything else we have to discuss.”
“Derek, that’s not…”
“I said don’t call me that!” His shout made me flinch and I hugged myself, feeling lost for a moment. I took a deep breath before responding.
“It doesn’t have to be this way.”
He spread his arms and let them fall to his sides. “What other way is there?”
“There’s more to this than you know.”
Folding his hands in front of him he walked up to me. “So tell me. Tell me why I shouldn’t wrap my hands around your pretty neck and squeeze until I steal the breath you stole from me. Tell me why I shouldn’t make you pay for all the pain you’ve caused me.”
“I-I can’t.”
He lunged at me then, and I turned to run, but he reached me first. His arms came around me tugging me against his large broad body. I closed my eyes and shuddered. God, he felt so good. He’d always felt just right pressed against me. He nuzzled his chin against my neck and breathed me in.
“Derek,” I whispered.
“You wanna play games, baby? Let’s start by you telling me why you left me without a word, so long ago.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I breathed while he gave out a gruff grunt, the vibration of it ran down my spine and I pressed back on him, throwing my head back against his chest while his rough hands ran their course along my curves. They ran up my stomach and tickled up along my nipples until he was cupping them and murmuring deliciously dirty things in my ear.
“Fuck, they’re just as juicy as I remember them. They belong in my mouth,” I moaned as his hands continued to memorize the shape of my tits.
“Don’t lie to me, Meg. I want the truth,” his hot breath lulled me, sending a thrill up my neck.
“I had to leave, Derek. That’s all you need to know.”
“Then why did you come in here? Did you think talking this out would make our lives better? Hmm,” he licked my neck and I moaned for him.
“I came to make peace with you.”
“Liar. You came to get fucked, didn’t you?”
I bit my lip as his hands roughly massaged my breasts, pinching the tips through the material and making me grip his thighs.
“I’ll fuck you, Meg. I’ll make you cum on my cock, on my tongue. But I will not believe one word that comes out of that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Derek,” I sighed, and he gripped my chin.
“I said don’t call me that.” His mouth seized mine as he roughly pressed his tongue against my lips, forcing them apart, before swiping it against my own. It was a raw kiss, full of anger and yearning. But I didn’t fight him. I wanted more.
Pulling us apart he stood there, his chest rising and falling with exertion, his cock protruding and tenting his black briefs. I wanted to kneel for him and devour him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
His stormy glare met mine and I shuddered. He was completely broken, and it had been my fault. He tugged me against his body, his arms coming around me, his chest rumbling as he spoke. “It’s so good to fucking see you again, my Meg.”
His voice broke as he squeezed me. Tears silently fell down my cheeks while he held me. It felt good to have my arms wrapped around him. It felt so right to have him hold me. But he pulled away too quickly. He took a long broken-hearted look at me, his eyes full of sadness and unshed tears, and then he turned and left me standing there.
I watched him walk away as the tears blurred my sight. “I missed you, sweet bear,” I whispered, as he walked out the door. I missed him so much, the pain just lived inside me now.
Twelve
Bear
I rode out with Ryder the next afternoon. I needed to get away from Meghan, from the bar, from all these bullshit feelings that wanted to attack me. Shit was just coming in from everywhere and I needed to breathe a little. We made it to the waterfront and stood staring at the ocean waves for a while. The sound of the water crashing against the rocks lulled me, and for a minute, I felt normal again. But only for a minute.
“You good, man?”
I looked over at Ryder and shrugged. “As good as can be, I guess.”
“Well you know if you wanna talk…”
“I don’t wanna do anything. I brought you here because I had to. Rules are rules and Nick doesn’t want us going anywhere alone. So just stand there, keep your mouth shut, and stop disturbing my peace.”
He stared back at me and shrugged. “Yeah, well I’m hungry. You can mope all you want after we get some food in our bellies.”
Grimacing, I reluctantly followed him back down the trail to where we’d parked our bikes. As we reached the road, we noticed the two men hovering over them. Ryder stopped me, a curse slipping from his mouth.
“We’ve been made, Brother.”
I squinted to make out the guy who was currently eyeing my bike. It was the one on the right that caught my attention. The tattoos on his neck and the tacky gold chains that hung along a blue silk shirt, told me this was Italian Mafia. The Commission had finally tracked us down. We could play this in one of two ways. Confront the bastards and take a chance with our lives or run away and wait until they came looking for us, but in order to do that, we needed our bikes. However you saw it, there was only one way.
“Can I help you fellas?”
“What are you doing? Get back here.” Ryder hissed at me as I slowly approached the men.
“You a Hellbound Lover?”
Shrugging, I stopped, eyeing the guy for a second. “Depends on who wants to know.”
“The Commission wants to know.”
“How the fuck did they find us?” Ryder whispered at my side.
“Look man,” the guy in the blue silk stood back while the guy in the white raised his hands. “We’re not here for bloodshed, we’re here to make you a proposition.”
“We don’t make deals with the mafia.”
The guys looked at each other and then over at us. “Fair enough. What if I told you if you do this one job for us, we’ll never come looking for you again.”
I glanced at Ryder, but his stoic face said nothing. It was my call as VP to make a decision, but I had a feeling neither Ryder or Nick were going to like it.
“I’ll hear you out.”
Ryder suddenly placed a hand on my arm stopping me from getting close. “Are you crazy? Do you realize what they wanted to do me, to us, just because we didn’t follow they’re agreement? You don’t fuck with these men and get to live, Bear.”
I nodded and glanced back at them. The one with the tattoos just stared back at me. “It’s alright. I got this.”
“What is it you want?”
“We need you to find someone for us. We understand one of you had a run in with him a few years back.”
“Who may that be?”
“Derek Matheson. Looks like he was being pinned down for a crime he didn’t commit. After clearing that up with your friends down in New Orleans, we also got a call that you were spotted in Washington after a shooting gone sour with Los Perdidos. It was only a matter of time until we tracked you.”
“I knew we fucked up on that trip,” Ryder whispered behind me.
“Who are you searching for?”
“The name, Jebediah Crawford, ring a bell?”
All the nerves in my body went on edge at the sound of his name. That fucker had nearly ruined my life. I could never show my face in the east coast again, and the Royal Bastards had done a damn good job at hiding me. So had my brothers. I’d evaded his grasp until now, but what the fuck was he doing this far away from home. Unless…”
“He was spotted in Los Angeles a few weeks ago. He’s been hopping around from state to state in search of someone. Either way, he’s been fucking with our shipments and we finally tracked him down.”
“What kind of shipments?”
“That’s not your concern. What we want is for you to bring us the rat. You bring us Jebediah Crawford, alive and kicking, and we’ll erase any deals you previously had with the Commission.”
“Alive?”
The guy in the blue smirked while the guy in the white responded. “Let’s just say the Commission has other plans in store for him. Plans that you don’t wanna concern yourselves with.”
Ryder stepped up this time, scowling as he spoke. “We’ll need that in writing and signed by the members of the Commission.”
The guy in white simply stared back at him. “Ryder Chase, right? Heard about you. You’re not well liked in my parts.”
“Well we’re not in your part of the world anymore, now are we? And for some reason you think my boy here has enough vendetta against this asshole to bring him to your doorstep. So, since you are the ones who need this, then we need it in writing. No one fucks with the Hellbound Lovers after this. Our payment comes in the form of our debt paid.”
The guy thought for a moment and nodded. “You’ve got a deal.”
* * *
“You know Nick isn’t going to be happy with this,” Ryder stated between bites of cheeseburger.
We’d driven down to a biker bar and grill at the edge of the waterfront. Still on edge and unsure of what had just happened.
“I don’t really care what Nick thinks. Sometimes I think his mind is in the gutter, and at others I think he just likes to look the other way, so he doesn’t have to deal with shit. But this shit is called life, and he’s gonna have to swallow it.”
“Why do you think that Sheriff is around?”
“I have a good mind to think it has something to do with Meghan Evergreen. But she won’t tell me the truth.”
I took a long swig of my beer and stared out the window. There were a few bikes parked out front, bikers and their old ladies strolled in, and a man crooned a soulful tune through the speakers. Something about not being able to go on without her cause nothing hurts like a woman can, and damn was he right.
“Maybe she just doesn’t want to tell you. It’s not like you’ve been friendly to her. Girl runs away scared every time you’re around.”
I slammed my fist down on the table. “Well what the hell else do you want me to do? She’s not talking to anyone.”
“So talk to Patrick Carroll. He knows the truth.”
My blood boiled at the sound of his name. “I don’t want that son of a bitch’s name even mentioned around me. He knows what he did sending her to us. Do you realize he damn well knew I was looking for her and he never told me he found her? Instead, he wanted to play his nasty little games. I’ll throttle the shit of that motherfucker if I see him.”
Ryder smirked and took another bite of his burger. “Maybe she had a thing with him or somethin’”
He sputtered as I grabbed him by his jacket and yanked him halfway across the table. “You say that again and I will slam that burger down your throat and make you choke on it.”
I let him go and he shuffled back, glaring at me. “I’m done with you.”
Shoving the chair back he stood and walked out, leaving me with his goddamn bill. I didn’t care. I didn’t want anyone around me anyway. I needed time to think. Time to figure the fuck out what was going on here. I had a feeling Meg was running away from Jebediah Crawford, I just needed her to tell me what happened. What did he do to her that made her run? Either way, I was planning on hurting him bad before I handed him over to the Commission. It was my justice I was after, not theirs.
Thirteen
Bear
I was mad, and after everything that had gone down this afternoon, I came looking for answers. I needed to know what the hell was going on. I barged through the bar doors and made my way to her bedroom. Knocking a few times, I turned the lock, but the room was empty. I searched the studio upstairs and then made my way down the stairs towards the bar. A faint light came from the back office and I wandered back there expecting Nick, what I found was something else entirely.
