MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) Read Free

stretched out thin as if she hadn’t been eating well. There were the beginnings of bags under her eyes. Those weren’t there the last time he’d seen her, which was in his room on the second floor of the clubhouse. She frowned and shot a glare in his direction. She was actually shaking. The possibility she was in some seriously dangerous shit sobered him up fast.
    He leaned forward and wiped the smile from his face, resting his elbows on his knees. “Get over here and sit, Molly. What the hell’s going on?”
    She came closer but still didn’t take a seat. The woman was pacing like a caged up jungle cat. That in itself wasn’t unusual, given her high energy, no holds barred personality, in and out of the bedroom. “Save it. This is a business call, Tate. I expect you to be serious and do your goddamn job the right way or not at all. My mom didn’t cough up cash for your pleasures. We need help.”
    “I can see that, and no problem. Talk to me.” He kept it short and sweet. Better to stay on her good side. She was liable to start swinging, because her hands kept balling up into small fists. The woman had a heart of gold, but she was a tough one. That alone made him wonder who she could be so scared of that she and her mother would hire outside help for protection.
    “Molly. Either sit or get all those clothes off. You’re way too sexy to be pacing around like that and expecting me to just watch.” That got her attention. By now he was ready to hear her lay it out for him so he could do his job instead of thinking with his cock. At the moment it had jammed itself up against the fly of his leathers, hard as slate as she stood there. His dick really loved it when Molly got all hot and bothered, because that meant she would take it out on him and leave him with the marks to prove it for days.
    His gaze flicked up from her breasts and back to her angry death stare. Clearing his head, he slid his palms down his pants and cleared his throat. “Sit. Down.”
    Finally, she groaned and took a heavy seat beside him, leaning her head back until she was looking at the ceiling. “Are you sure you can handle this, Tate? I wanted someone from your MC on the job because I trust your guys, but maybe this,” she pointed back and forth between them, then added, “wasn’t a good idea. I may be the idiot for thinking Silas would have sent someone else.”
    “There’s no one better for the job, Moll. Tell me something. Do you trust me?”
    Her head jerked over at him, probably at the sobriety in his voice. He kept his gaze firm on her face as a variety of emotions flickered across her expression. She nodded. “Yes, if it comes down to it.”
    “Good, because I do my job well. Otherwise, I wouldn’t waste your time.” Tate cleared his throat. Something was bothering her in a bad way, so he needed to drag the details out of her. “Tell me what’s going on with this stalker problem.”
    She cleared her throat, then she sat up in the chair and took a breath. “It’s an old boyfriend.” She seemed to be gathering her thoughts or maybe measuring how much to tell him. Tate played the silent card. “We broke up two years ago, long before Mom and I moved back here from Louisiana. He was a charter member of the Beartooth Brotherhood chapter out there. He was a decent enough guy, but things just didn’t work out. Anyway, we came back out here when Mom’s sister took ill, and he got it in his ignorant, stubborn head that I was leaving to get away from him. Over the past six months he’s been telling me I need to go back to him. The prick isn’t taking no very well, and actually he’s been a persistent jackass…kind of like that time you wanted to have a threesome with Cindy—”
    “Ah, good times.” He smiled, readjusting on the couch. Silas’s mom and Molly in one bed, well, that was hot while it lasted. “Continue.”
    “Yeah, anyway he started sending me some crazy texts, leaving notes in my mailbox, dropping off