Taming The Bear: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (Lucifer's Lair Novel Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  “You guys can get the fuck outta here. I don’t need you here.”

  I’m not worried about the money because all of the money that we have made over the last week and half is safe in the truck with the ammo. The money is locked away in a steel safe that the banks would use to guard their money. I sprung for this safe about a year ago and had it fitted to sit in the back of the truck to hold shit I want to not be messed with.

  “Nah, man. I’m going to watch what is about to happen!” Mack Truck says and follows me into Bubba’s.

  Sure enough, Chantal is sitting in front of an attractive woman with some crazy ass hair. I can definitely see why they are friends. My girl’s hair is curled and she’s laughing at something her friend is saying.

  Damn, she’s beautiful.

  Chantal

  Does Jen ever shut up? I have never laughed this hard in my whole life and I feel like I have a cramp from it. She’s ridiculous!

  “Who have you had tickling your kitty?” I ask her. My lips have been loosened up by the alcohol that I have consumed and being with my best friend. It has been too long since I have last seen her.

  She looks up to the left and then back at me with a wink. “Mmm, I have to remember his name.”

  I break off a piece of bread and throw it at her mouth. She catches it in the air and then smiles at me. “Thanks, chick. I love the bread here!”

  I shake my head and give her the “come on” stare. Jen has a very healthy sexual appetite. She’s one of those women that go to the bar with picking up someone as the main reason why. I have never been like that so one time I watched her. Girl’s got game.

  “Oh!” She claps her hands startling me a little bit. “His name was Billy. And- no, wait…” She scrunches up her face to show me that she’s thinking really hard about it. “Yeah, it could be Billy. Anyways, we totally started fucking in the bathroom and he whips out his phone and takes a picture of me. He totally captured my O-Face.”

  “You’re going to get a disease if you keep fucking all of these random guys…” I scold her.

  She laughs me off and then gulps down the rest of her wine. “Oh well. Your box hasn’t been used in so long, there’s probably cobwebs.”

  I choke on my wine because she made me giggle. “Will you stop doing that when I’m trying to drink? People probably think that I can’t drink!”

  “So, then I went over to his house for a little booooo-taaayyy and guess what?” She asks me.

  The bitch doesn’t give me enough time to respond to her question because she tells me anyways. Her excitement is what made me want to be her friend in the first place because I love it. She’s a crazy bitch but she is good for a laugh. Plus, I know that she would have my back no matter what.

  “He lives with his mother!” She exclaims and holds her hands out in the air to exaggerate what she’s saying.

  “Jen, you’re a nut case!”

  I eat a bite of my food and then take a drink while Jen tells me more. “We were totally going at it, I mean, my legs were in the air and he was totally eating my pussy-”

  George walks up to the table at this moment and then spins on his heels to run from us. I start laughing hysterically and so does Jen. “Damn. When will that boy learn to not come to our table when I’ve had some drinks in me?” She asks me the rhetorical question.

  Even though my mouth is open to answer her, she’s already back to telling her story. “He bit me on my clit so hard, I yelled and he thought I was coming. Guess what happened? Girl, you will never guess. I’m just going to tell you anyways.” She pauses for a minute to gulp down her drink and then stick the empty glass in the air to get George’s attention. “His mother bursts in and sees her son eating me out. She thought I was dying or something.”

  Throwing my hand up in the air to stop her from saying something more, I gulp down my own drink and do the same. Of course within seconds, our drinks are refilled and we are back to our antics. “You mean to tell me, that his mother thought you were dying? Did she actually see anything?”

  Jen nods her head and picks up her drink to take a sip. “She totally saw me in my glory. Not going to lie, it was kinda hot having her see me naked. Do you think I should do like a swinger thing?”

  My head shakes back and forth and I roll my eyes. “I swear, you get crazier every fucking day.”

  Before she could say anything else, I felt the world tilt a little and my stomach lurches. My breathing picks up and I know exactly why I’m reacting this way. I can feel my nipples tighten and press against the lacy bra that I’m wearing and my clit begins to throb.

  I can feel him before I see him and Jen kicks my shin under the table. I stiffen my back and scowl at her for kicking me but she’s not looking at me. She’s looking behind me and I know what she’s looking at. I don’t need to turn around to know what she’s looking at.

  “Holy shit!” She whispers and yells all at the same time. “There are these hotter than shit men behind you who are dressed like Sons of Anarchy!”

  I wince when I hear Joe chuckle at what my friend just said. “Hey, Chantal. Fancy meeting you here,” he says to me as he pulls a seat from another table. I watch him point to the other men that he is with to follow his lead. Joe brings his chair closer to mine and he throws his arm around my shoulder to hold me close to him. I won’t even pretend to deny that I didn’t like his possessive attitude towards me.

  Truthfully, his demeanor and affection that he gives me is such a turn on and I squeeze my eyes shut to help ease my need for him. Protection and admiration is what I feel and I never want it to leave.

  You are just here to do a job. None of this is real.

  Stupid voices.

  The two guys pull out chairs and bring it up to the table. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter and hotter from the attention that I’m receiving right now.

  “Hey, pretty ladies,” one of them says and takes off his jacket. “I’m starved. Have you girls ate yet?” He’s got this long as shit beard but captivating eyes.

  The other one leans over Jen’s chair and drapes his arm behind her back. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a pretty thing? Why haven’t I seen you around, Pop Tart?”

  Both Jen and I bust out laughing and look at these forward ass men. “Did you just call me a Pop Tart? What the hell does that even mean? You want to pop my tart of something? Is that one of those games that you bikers play?” Jen asks the man leaning over her.

  “You can call me Slice, baby,” he says to her and rubs his finger down her arm.

  I watch for several moments to see if she’s going to kick his ass for being so forward. Nope. She’s totally eating it up like a sundae cone. Whore.

  Joe rubs his hand up and down my thigh and I squeeze my thighs together to help soothe the fire he’s starting. Holy shit! How can he turn me on with just one touch like this? That’s crazy. I squeeze them tighter together and he chuckles. “What’s the matter, baby? Something wrong? Do you need my help?” He taunts me.

  I pinch the skin on his hand to pull his hand off of me but he doesn’t do it. Well, if he’s not going to play fair, then it’s my turn to be an asshole right back. “No, I don’t need any of your help. I took care of that situation earlier today!” I say to him with the implied context of my fingering myself.

  The remaining guy is watching our exchange with a big smile on his face. “Damn, prez. How could you have gone on such a long ride and left this girl to find her own orgasms? You should be court martialed!” He yells out and slams his hand on the table.

  George comes running out to the table to check on us but he stops before he even gets close enough. I can tell that he’s nervous about these men in leather but we are seated in his section.

  “Uh, hello. I’m George. May I get you fellas something to drink?” George asks politely.

  The unnamed biker holds out his hand and slips George a hundred dollar bill. “We would like a bottle of your champagne for the ladies and some strawberries as well.”
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br />   George is flustered while he walks away from the table to get our order. That’s typically not something that someone would order here. This guy is crazy.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I say to him and reach into my purse.

  Joe yanks my hand away from my purse and then extends my fingertips out. One by one, he kisses my fingertips and makes me melt. Jesus!

  Slice is hunched over Jen and she’s loving this attention. That is the thing about her, though. She can just roll with it. “Where have you been my whole life?” He asks her in a corny ass way. It almost sounds as if he’s trying to speak like Shakespeare or something.

  I giggle at him and then look over at Joe who has a lazy smile on his face. “I hope your friend is ready to get charmed. Slice is so charming we almost named him Snake Charmer. He can charm the panties off of any woman.”

  Slice doesn’t look away from Jen and when she tries to turn to look at Joe, he places his thumb and index finger under her chin to get her to look at him. “Don’t pay attention to that neanderthal! He’s just mad because I’m looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.”

  I stick my finger in my mouth and make a gagging noise. Joe and the other guy start chuckling at my antics which only encourage me. “Hey, Jen, what about Billy?” I ask her to be a smart ass.

  She flips me off and then directs her attention at Slice. “Slice, tell me… Do you prefer foreplay before sex or do you just slide on into the main event?”

  My eyes bulge out of my head a little bit and I look at the other two at the table. None of them seem to be put off with what she just said so I let it go.

  The other guy leans into the side that I’m on while George pours us all champagne. “Tell me, gorgeous. Do you have any other friends who are as much fun as this one? Oh, and I’m Mack Truck. You can call me Mack.”

  The name is fitting.

  For the next hour, we are all laughing and watching Slice and Jen trade off pick up lines.

  Jen places her hand next to his face and then says: “Excuse me,” she then puts her hand on his face, “is this seat taken?”

  I burst out laughing and wait for the next one. I can tell that Joe’s having a good time because he’s rubbing my thigh gently and then every once in awhile, he cops a feel.

  “Did you know that your body has two hundred and six bones. How about I give you an extra bone?”

  Mack Truck slams his hand on the table and then places it over his stomach. “Oh my god! These two are awesome!”

  “My batteries have died, can I borrow your dick?” Jen asks him and then wiggles her eyebrows.

  Slice picks her hand off of the table and then rubs her fingers over his shirt. “What does this feel like to you? Does it feel like boyfriend material?”

  Joe chuckles out loud and then claps Slice on the shoulder. “Damn, bro. I think you found the one!”

  I roll my eyes only because he doesn’t know Jen.

  The Bear

  Sitting at the table with two of my closest friends and Chantal with hers, I feel a sense of normalcy. It feels good to be doing something as simple as sitting around a table and drinking a bottle of champagne.

  Could this be something that I could do? Could I be the type of man that has a group date? It all seems so foreign and it makes me a little uneasy.

  “If you were my pinky toe, I would bang you on every surface of my house,” Jen says.

  Slice rubs at his dick and wiggles his eyebrows when Jen’s eyes follow his movement. “You look like someone… Oh, yeah! You look like my future ex-wife!”

  Chantal spits out the champagne from her mouth and then grabs her napkin to wipe her mouth. Tell me something, does it make me a bad person that the sight of her wiping her mouth has gotten me so excited?

  “Jen! Remember what your mom said. They aren’t going to want to buy the cow if you give the milk away for free!” Chantal implores.

  Jen only turns her head to her friend and winks. “Oh, sweetie. It’s been so long since you had someone tickle your kitty. Let mama show you how it’s done.”

  “Really?” I ask Chantal. Well, this news has definitely made the night more interesting.

  My girl’s face is beat red and I know she’s embarrassed right now. Mack Truck pats her arm and then says soothingly: “It’s okay, Pinky. They call him The Bear for a reason. He will tear your kitty up!”

  It’s my turn to look at my friend with some crazy eyes. “Don’t you have some fly to find so you can get your dick sucked?” I ask him.

  He shakes his head and flattens his lips. “Nah, man. The entertainment here is so much better than anything else.”

  I look over at my girl and she places her hand on my thigh and squeezes. “If you were my nose, I would pick you all the time!” She giggles.

  My eyes widen and so does everyone else. Then we all clap at the same time. “Damn! That was a good one!” I tell her. I close the distance between our mouths and then press my lips against hers.

  “Will you be my girlfrien?” I ask her.

  Her cute eyebrow raises and then she says: “Girlfriend? Like with a ‘d’?”

  “I’ll give you the D later!”

  Everyone at the table begins laughing hysterically and that was when the waiter comes back with the bill. “Guys, I’m going to have to ask you to finish up. We closed about a half an hour ago.”

  Slice reaches into his wallet and hands George a couple of hundreds. “Keep the change.”

  “So, should we continue this party back at our place? And by party, I mean you ladies strip so we can take a look,” Mack Truck says.

  I shoot him a dirty look but he holds his hands up in the air to show me he’s innocent or some shit. “Hey, no patch, no claim!”

  That damn bastard has a point.

  Jen puts her hand on Slice’s shoulder and then stands up in front of him. Of course my brother gives her the complimentary look. “Damn, baby. You need to get out of here. You are making all the other girls look bad.”

  Chantal stands up out of her chair and places her hands on her hips. “Hey, asshole! I’m right here.”

  I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lead her out. I’m excited for this to be our first night alone together. Actually be in the same bed. I can’t wait to have her soft skin against mine.

  “We’re going to head out,” I say to everyone and then start walking Chantal out the door. “I can’t wait to feel you against me.”

  “Uh, you mean… share the same bed?”

  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go to sleep with her that night. When I got home, I had to handle some business and Chantal went straight to the room. I’m pissed as shit that Fang and The Indians are choosing right now to be assholes.

  Chantal

  I think I’m beginning to make head way. A lot of his brothers, or whatever they are called, don’t have spyware hooked up so it makes it easy for me to hack their shit.

  I have successfully filtered three bugs into the computers of everyone inside of the clubhouse. The three buys will help me map out who is doing what and why.

  Every time something goes so well, it makes me nervous. That was too easy and it’s scaring the shit out of me.

  Each of my trojans that I have released through cyberspace should be hitting their computers any moment now. I cross my hands in front of my chest and sigh. This is my favorite part about hacking. The thrill of getting what I want from it. It’s an amazing feeling when everything goes as I planned it.

  Bing! Bing! Bing!

  My computer begins singing me the song of successful hacking into the computers. Joe runs out of the bathroom wearing just a towel and my eyes drop immediately to his barely concealed dick.

  “What’s going on?” He demands and begins to breathe hard.

  “Nothing. Just doing my job that you hired me for!” I snap at him and then stick my chin in the air to show that I’m being defiant. “Can you, like, put on a shirt?”

  Since that kiss that he gave me earlier
today, he has been on my mind and I can’t stop thinking about his lips. They were plush, soft and hard all at the same time.

  Joe smirks a cocky smile and runs his hand down his bare chest. His chest has tattoos over every inch of skin and there is not one inch not covered. His nipples are pierced with little silver barbells through them and my teeth clench at the thought of putting them in my mouth to yank. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t like it?”

  Fuck!

  “Just… Ugh. We need boundaries or something? We need to have a line between us that we can’t cross. I’m here to do a job not share a fantastic kiss with you!”