Bear Mates (California Bears #2) Read Free

ago... Do you need a ride to the recording studio?” Leif asked looking upon Kayla with his smoldering yellow eyes.
    Kayla needed to meet with her record producers downtown so she could record a demo of her newest single. Thrash stomped his foot hard, nearly shaking the walls. Thrash didn’t like this “Leif Mandrake.” Not at all. To Thrash, he was nothing but a pretty boy whelp. Thrash charged forward and protested.
    “She needs to stay right where she is... The stalker is still out there!”
    Leif cocked his head to one side, taking stock of Thrash’s burly intimidating appearance. “Are you joking ? Kay isn’t gonna become a hermit because some idiot fan is a little overzealous. Tell him, Kay! If she doesn’t go to the studio she might as well flush her entire career down the toilet...”
    Kayla stood silent in between Leif and Thrash until finally she slipped her hand underneath Leif’s slender muscular arm.
    “He’s right,” she nodded agreeing.
    “Well, I think that’s obvious...I know a little bit more about show business than some uptight, malcontent bodyguard...” Leif jeered turning his back on Thrash.
    Leif then peered down into Kayla’s big brown eyes.
    “Somehow, I feel like all of this is my fault, I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”
    Even though everyone told Kayla dating a totally narcissistic model like Leif was foolish, Leif always made her feel safe, desired and sexy. Leif leaned in with the look of thirst in his eyes. His hands drifted down Kayla’s curvy sides. And he took her into his mouth, kissing Kayla deeply. Thrash grunted very audibly. Thrash had the mind to snap this little twerp’s neck.
    Kayla could see the jumping nerve on Thrash’s forehead and pulled away from Leif.
    “ Fine , you two lead—I’ll follow,” Thrash growled.
    *
    K ayla lifted a pair of bulky head phones to her ears as she stepped up to the microphone. She stood in a recording booth with a glass window right in front of her. She eyed Thrash standing very erect and brutish right next to Leif. Ever since what happened in her home in the Hollywood Hills, Kayla couldn’t rid her thoughts of Thrash’s handsome rakish abs and his ability to tell her like it is and not put up with her shit.
    When Kayla started singing, Thrash’s ears pricked up to the sound of her voice. Until this moment, he thought Kayla’s voice could only sound bratty or sassy. But now, it sounded so pleasing to his twitching ears. Thrash didn’t understand music or why stupid humans would pay good money to listen to someone else’s voice—but now he fully understood.
    His eyes sighted an envelope slipped underneath the door behind him. Thrash kneeled down slowly and fetched it in his hand. His eyes scanned the letter:
    Kayla,
    Can’t wait to pound you until it hurts...
    —xoxo
    Leif noticed a very agitated Thrash moving towards the recording booth door.
    “What do you think you’re doing, Big Guy? You can’t just go interrupting her in the middle of a song...” Leif shouted. After shoving the pretty boy aside, Thrash barged into Kayla’s recording session.
    Kayla glared at Thrash.
    “Kinda busy here, don’t’cha think you can wait until I’m finished...”
    Thrash just tried to simply drag her, but Kayla resisted.
    “Listen, I’m not just some ragdoll you can tote around, alright?” Kayla hissed.
    Thrash wasn’t going to walk on eggshells on her account. His job was to protect her. Defend her at all costs—even from herself.
    “You hired me to keep you safe, but ignore all of my advice. Go ahead and risk your life, it doesn’t mean I have to stand here and watch you do it...” Thrash growled. He had his fill of Kayla’s games.
    Thrash then marched out of the recording studio. Kayla followed after.
    “What? Wait, are you quitting ?” Kayla asked.
    “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Thrash grunted.
    “Hey, at least I’m not hiding who I am under some ‘macho tough guy’ exterior. You can’t