MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) Read Free Page A

flowers when we’re not at home, and he won’t leave me the hell alone. He has some screwed up delusion that we’re meant to be together. The sicko calls me Wifey in every note, message, and flower card. It’s beyond disturbing, Tate.” Molly swallowed and gripped the edges of the chair. “The worst part is he showed up at my job two days last week and got everyone there riled up. He had his guns at his belt and a machete on his back. That pissed the crap out of my boss. Anyway, someone needs to get him to stop.”
    “How long has this been going on?”
    “The more serious stuff started a month and a half ago, give or take. He’s been cut off since two years ago, but we used the text here and there. When he upped the ante, I cut him off, figuring he’d leave me alone or at least take the hint. After silence didn’t work, I begged him to quit the crap. That’s when it got worse. Now he’s threatening me, scaring the hell out of my mom when these packages show up… I think he needs some incentive to give up this game, like a good, old-fashioned whoop ass only an MC knows how to deliver.” She sighed and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. She was really scared.
    “And you didn’t think to tell me about all this sooner, why exactly?”
    “I didn’t think he’d keep it up this long…Last night he started following me…”
    “I could have shut down the asshole weeks ago. He would’ve left you alone by now instead of going all out.”
    “Well back then, this wasn’t your problem. I just hired you, remember?”
    Tate shook his head. “How do you figure a stalker isn’t my problem, Moll? I mean, shit, if someone wants to hurt you that’s a big fucking problem to me.”
    “We’re not a couple, Tate. We’re sleeping together. Well, it’s more like playing with each other, which hardly warrants you going all primal on another guy for me. You don’t have any obligations, and I’m not your girlfriend.”
    Molly crossed her arms over her stomach and leaned back with her eyes closed. This was his shot to take in his fill of her gorgeous, gym bunny body from the tips of her toes to the cute mussed up tangle of a bun at the top of her head, and everywhere in between.
    “Except now it’s gotten so out of hand, it’s my job to keep you safe. Do you see how fucked up that is?”
    She grunted and sunk further into the chair, tucking her knees to one side until they were almost touching. Tate swallowed and took his shot. His hand skimmed along her knee until he barely brushed her inner thigh through her jeans. He watched her bite her lip, and then her eyelids popped open. Their eyes locked, and her nostrils flared. That familiar flush on her pale skin crept up her shoulders and neck underneath her purple tank top. Her muscles tightened beneath his soft stroking—she didn’t push him away so he didn’t stop.
    “I really didn’t want to involve you guys.”
    “Yet, here I am, involved.”
    “He won’t stop.”
    “Shhhhh. I’m here now. No one’s getting near you…well, no one but me right now.” Tate slid off the couch onto his knees and twisted his body, parting her knees so he could fit between her legs. Her eyes fluttered closed, forehead creasing, and he couldn’t keep the smile from stretching across his face. The two of them together had always been damned combustible. He eased his fingers up her jeans, gripped her hips and pulled her forward into his chest. “What do you say we take advantage of the time we have together now and play your favorite little game…shoplifter and police officer, was it? With a little frisking?”
    Molly moaned. He was winning her over but she was fighting it. She laughed and rubbed her forehead. “Yeah, really not the time, babe. How about we figure out this stalking problem first, okay?”
    “What?” He pulled back to look her in the eye. “You and I both know this is something right up my alley, but I get the feeling there’s a whole lot more you