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

don’t want to tell me.”
    “I just told you everything.”
    “You didn’t.”
    “And how would you know? Are you a mind-reader now?”
    “With you, I might as well be. First of all, you gave me that whole spiel about the guy and you didn’t tell me his name. Second, you didn’t tell me he broke in through the side door, which I had to figure out with my own damn eyes when I looked around. And third…” Tate lifted up her left arm at the elbow and pointed to her wrist. “You didn’t tell me he grabbed you so hard he left a mark, but that was before…” he set down her left arm and gently took her right hand, pointing at the back of her hand. “Before you gave him a right hook in the jaw to get him to leave.”
    Molly reared back, surprised. “How did you figure that out?”
    “Really? Have you forgotten I’m a bear shifter? I have a sixth sense about things like this. And I know the difference between marks you get for sexy play time versus marks like these. This is a real bruise…definitely a defensive wound, and I can see that with my regular old human eyes too.”
    “I wonder what else you’d see if you do your shifter thing and become a bear.”
    He eyed her with a disapproving glare. She’d been begging him to show her his bear for ages. “Not gonna happen. We don’t shift all willy-nilly in front of humans and you know that, Molly. Now talk to me about this bruise. It happened last night, didn’t it?”
    She nodded.
    “Wait here.” He got up and went to her large custom kitchen for an ice pack, which he placed on the back of her hand when he returned to her side. “Where’s the first aid kit?”
    “Powder room at the end of the hall.”
    He left again and scoured the powder room cabinets, only to find a tiny travel-sized kit that could probably only fit five bandages and maybe a couple of sterile gauze pads. “Remind me to get you a real first aid kit for your birthday or something,” he told her when he got back into the sitting room. “Some of you humans need to get a clue about lifesaving shit like this.”
    “Don’t act like such a smug bastard. My medical bag is in the car outside.” She grumbled something about him being an arrogant shifter and he smiled.
    “It ain’t no help out there in your Jeep. Apparently I need to get on your case a hell of a lot more, Moll. A five-year-old cub scout has more supplies on hand than this.” He placed a gauze pad on each side of her wrist, taping it down with a few adhesive bandages. “There. All better. So what else do you need to tell me? Or are you gonna make me have to figure it out on my own around here?”
    She rolled her eyes. “That’s all. And by the way, I’m fine.”
    “Yeah. Right.” He gave her a more serious look. “You’re shaking like a leaf, so stop trying to hide that you’re scared as fuck about this guy.”
    All she did was stare at him.
    “Don’t worry about him anymore. I’m here and he may not live to see another day if he shows up here trying to spook you…”
    She moved her right hand out from under the ice pack and put it on his shoulder. “Okay. Thanks… and there’s nothing more to tell. I promise.”
    “Okay.” Tate smiled and moved his lips to her ear. “You know, there’s no better way to take your mind off of this than me putting my hands all over you…and my mouth. Trust me, Moll, I’ll keep you safe… all night long …”
    He growled, jerking her forward against him so his lips could nibble along her collarbone.
    A sigh slipped from between her lips. “God, you’re corny, but I like the fact that you’re also one horny pain in the ass…” she moaned, her fingers walking back along his spine until she started lifting up the hem of his black t-shirt.
    “A pain in the ass that you could never resist.”
    “We shouldn’t be doing this, you conniving bastard.”
    “No, but you need it,” he whispered, running his teeth against the lobe of her ear then sucking the tender flesh