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

by Eden Rose

  “You think it was that good?” He asks as he walks closer to me. The closer he gets to me, the more defined the outline of his dick is. God damn it!

  Did he not think it was good? Oh, god… What if I have like fish lips or something?

  I roll my eyes and try to think of something to say but I can’t come up with nothing. I stubbornly slam my my computer lid down and stand up to go towards the bed. I grab my pillow that was on the floor and then look around for somewhere to sleep.

  “What are you looking for?” He asks me and turns his back so he can change. When he bends down to get into his drawer, I can see his sac dangling in the breeze.

  My eyes widen as I stare at him and I can’t even look away if I try. From here, I can also see the underside of his shaft and it’s looking like he’s a show-er.

  “Chantal?” He asks when he stands up and totally catches me eyeballing his dick. Joe’s eyes widen and he smiles at me knowingly. “You like what you see?”

  “Where do I sleep?” I ask him totally avoiding looking at him. If I look at him, he’s like Medusa. I turn to stone and I need to be in control of myself around him.

  When he wasn’t here, I totally slept on his side of the bed and I loved the smell of his manly scent. I wrapped myself in the blankets and stuffed my nose into his pillow just so I could feel closer to him. Yeah, I totally sound like a stalker.

  A man like Joe Montague, would destroy a girl like me and it’s bad enough that things are getting blurry. To him, I’m probably a fun toy that he can flirt with and pay to do his job and I’m not going to fall for it.

  Joe smiles and then points towards his bed. “You sleep there.”

  I look at the queen sized bed and then down to my pillow but when I look up I can see that he’s thinking really hard about something. “Where do you sleep?” I ask him.

  He points to his bed again and nods toward it. “With you. You’re my girl now, Chantal.”

  “I’m not going to pretend to know what that means,” I huff and go towards the bed. “The sheets better be clean!” I say with sass. For some reason when I was wrapped up in his sheets before, I didn’t even think about them being clean.

  Shit. Am I going to get like a staph infection now?

  “I do love a sassy girl. Just remember that sassy girls get spanked.”

  I gulp and pull down the covers so I could get in. Immediately, I’m hit with the smell of Downy and it makes me feel better. Someone must have come by and washed the sheets while I was out.

  I try to be as secretive as possible as I look around and make sure that none of my stuff has been tampered with. I don’t see where anyone would have looked through my shit.

  “Was someone in here today?” I call out to him. I get off the bed and go to my stuff that is lined up against the wall.

  I already had my computer on the bed so I’m not worried about that but I’m worried about the other stuff. Like my files and flash drives and everything. Stuff that can not be replaced at all.

  “Yeah. I had one of the probies come in here and wash my sheets and everything. I wanted to make sure that shit was clean for us.”

  I look over my shoulder at him and he winks. “But you didn’t do that before. I was here by myself and you didn’t care about the sheets being cleaned.”

  He smiles and his white teeth make my heart beat faster than before. “Baby, of course I had them clean my sheets before you got here. Why wouldn’t I? You think I’m going to bring my new ol’ lady into a dirty bed?” Joe’s leaning against the door to the bathroom and he’s looking sexy as shit.

  “Whatever,” I say and crawl into bed. I’m slightly upset that he didn’t follow me into bed, but I watch out of the corner of my eyes him walking to his ensuite bathroom. When he comes out, he smells like light smelling cologne and it makes me tingle inside.

  The smell of his cologne reminded me of the sheets from the previous nights. “So you sprayed the bed with your cologne? Isn’t that animalistic?” I used to watch a lot of Animal Planet and I know that a lot of male animals spread their scent on stuff to make them more appealing to the females.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about,” he calls.

  The edge of the covers to my right, get pulled down and he slides into the bed. His body is hot when his skin touches mine and I take a deep breath. God damn. Why is he so hot?

  He leans up to turn off the lamp and when he gets back towards his pillow, he places his hand on my hip. “Good night, Chantal.”

  “Good night, Joe.”

  With his body so close to mine, I’m able to hear when his breathing begins to even out. His body is hot and strong all at the same time and it’s starting to lull me to sleep even though I have to text Big Sir to let him know that we can meet tomorrow. Joe’s hand that is resting on my hip begins to go limp and I grab my phone that is lying next to me.

  ME: meet in the morning? I got some money for you

  BIG SIR: look, little girl. You better fucking be there tomorrow. Don’t make me

  BIG SIR: come find you and take the money out on you.

  ME: early in the morning work?

  BIG SIR: yeah. Meet you at the spot at 5:30.

  ME: okay

  I’ve owed Big Sir for the better part of my adult life and dealing with his bull shit is normal now. It’s about as normal as breathing and I wish that weren’t true. Whenever I think I’m about to pay him off and be done with him, more interest gets tacked on and there’s no way that I can climb out of this hole that he has me in.

  Deciding that I need to focus on something else than Big Sir, I think about this hunk of man who is snuggled up to my back. This is the first time that I have actually cuddled with someone and I love it. My nerves are going crazy right now with the stress and anxiety of meeting up with Big Sir, and I soak up Joe’s strength from his body. I’m hoping that his strength and courage will spill onto me so I can soak it up like a sponge.

  My alarm on my phone vibrates on my boob to let me know to wake up to bring the money to Big Sir. I must have just fallen asleep or something because I don’t remember sleeping at all. I slip out of the quietly and walk towards the bathroom where I stashed my clothes.

  One of the last things that I want to admit to Joe is the fact that I owe Big Sir a lot of fucking money. Not even just a little, either. I’m talking about six digits. It’s embarrassing to me that I let myself go so far in debt but there was nothing else I could do about it. Big Sir knew that he had me over a barrell because he swept right in and handed me the money that I needed. I should have known that there was a catch and that Big Sir never had any intentions on letting me pay off.

  I have watched a lot of friends that are in relationships allow their husbands to dictate what they do. At first I never understood why these strong ass women just let their spouse tell them what to do was beyond me. That was until Big Sir came along. It’s easier to just let him think that he’s in charge instead of standing up for myself.

  I feel like a criminal as I’m creeping around trying to get everything together that I will need for my meeting. I can’t let Joe know that I’m in the hole so far because he will probably want to help.

  Or so I’m guessing with all of his I take care of what’s mine shit.

  By the time I’m dressed, I have my hand hovering over the doorknob and I’m ready to get out of here. I walk through the mazes of hallways until I can see the door to get outside. I shit you not, they must have had someone that is excellent at making mazes design their clubhouse because I’m lucky to know how to get out of here.

  The inside of the clubhouse looks different in the light of day and without everyone milling around. The pool tables have people cuddled and huddled around each other as if they were couples. I could see a couple of people didn’t bother putting on clothes after they were done doing whatever they were doing.

  By the disgusting smell of ass and feet in the main room of the clubhouse, I would guess that it was a busy night.


  “Hey! Can you hand me those pants over there?” A woman yells out to me making me jump out of my skin. “Sorry, sweetie. I need my pants so I can get outta here!”

  I look at her cautiously. She seems to be younger with flaming red hair and pale skin. I wish I had her freckles that make her look innocent.

  “Which ones?” I ask as I look over all of the clothes that are in a pile under the pool table that she’s laying on. “These?” I inquire as I hold up a pair of jeans.

  The woman nods her head and then smiles at me as she slips them on. “I’m Britney, by the way.”

  My eyes scan her up and down out of habit to make sure that I could possibly trust her. That’s always been a problem of mine, I judge too quickly and I need to let people prove themselves to me.

  I wish I would have judged the situation with Big Sir a little better instead of trusting him like I did.

  “Chantal.”

  Britney hops off the table and then buttons her pants. Once she’s settled she walks over to me and throws her arms around my neck. “Thank you! I would hate to go see my kid and explain to him why I don’t have any fucking pants!”

  She smells like beer, smoke and cologne. Her makeup is overdone but I would say she was pretty. I could probably be friends with her if I were here to make friends.

  I smile at her and then shrug my right shoulder. “I don’t know what to tell you, girl. Anyways, I have to go to a meeting. Do you know which one is the door to get out?”

  Britney points her finger to the door behind the bar and then waves at me. “Maybe I’ll see you around!”

  “Yeah, thanks!”

  The Bear

  It’s a strange feeling waking up and feeling as if something is missing from your life or bed. Last night was the first night since Dana that I actually slept with a girl. Her curves were so soft and her skin smelled like vanilla. All in all, she’s addictive.

  The whole night, Chantal was cuddled up next to me and her body is a furnace. She burned so hot that I could feel it seared my skin but I wasn’t pushing her away. Oh hell no, I wasn’t. I loved it despite being cooked well done next to her.

  “Baby?” I call out.

  There isn’t any noise coming from the bathroom so she must not be in there. “Chantal?” I ask louder. When there’s still nothing, I reach over and feel her cold pillow.

  Joe,

  I had to run out and do some stuff. I will be back probably before you wake up.

  Chantal

  Well, she’s fucking late because I’m wake and I want her back here with me. It only took one kiss from her and I’m hooked. Her lips were soft and pillowy as they caressed mine… Don’t even get me started on her wicked little tongue.

  “Chantal?” I call out again. Nothing. Damn it!

  I roll out of bed and grab a pair of basketball shorts. Once I’m dressed, I slide into my shoes that I wear around the clubhouse when I’m not wearing my boots. Of course, I grab my keys before I walk out of the room. And set out to find her.

  I need to find her… A woman in a place like this that doesn’t understand how we work, is not a good fucking thing. She could get hurt or end up as someone’s pet. Hell, I don’t know but I do know that I need to find her.

  When I enter the kitchen, I smell the loving smell of coffee being brewed by Britney. Britney is one of those girls that is obsessed with Mack Truck, one of the whores. I wish Britney would have listened to me when I told her that Mack Truck isn’t the settling down type and she should move on.

  “Hey, there, little lady,” I say to her as I walk to get a mug. “You see a little girl with pink hair?” I ask her

  Britney smiles and nods her head. “Yeah, she helped me find my pants this morning!”

  “Charming. Any idea where she went?” I know that I’m using my powers for evil right now, but I’m desperate. I need to know where the hell she ran off to.

  She shrugs and then purses her lips as if she’s thinking about something critical. “No, but she did seem like she was in a hurry.”

  I nod my head and then down the remaining contents of my black coffee. “Thanks, doll face. Quit letting Mack Truck make you stay here. You need to be at home with your kid.”

  When I mentioned her kid, I felt a stab in my gut. I’ve always liked kids and when I finally got one four years ago, my baby’s mother, was so cracked out that my son didn’t survive. Jacob died shortly after being born and it’s killed me. The pain of never being able to hold my son, rock him to sleep, teach him how to ride a bike or pick up girls- has always gutted me.

  Britney must have sensed what I meant because she nodded and then grabbed her purse as she left. “I met that new girl that everyone is talking about.” Her little eyebrows are raised and I can tell that she’s fishing for information about Chantal and me.

  I smirk to myself. Britney is a good girl and I know that she wants everyone to be happy, but she has a hard time minding her own business. She’s notorious for gossiping and spilling all of the secrets that people don’t want her to spill.

  “Yeah?” I say and take a sip of my coffee. I’m wondering if she would tell me what she knows about Chantal leaving.

  Britney smiles and then walks out the kitchen. I guess that was the end of that conversation.

  I walk through the clubhouse and start kicking the drunken bodies that are still passed out on the floor. “Wake up, Miller!” I say and kick his big body a little. “Get everyone out of here before the cleaning lady comes and cleans this frat house.”

  “Bear?” I hear being called from the back part of the room.

  I spin on my shoes and see my brother, Flip, standing in the hallway. “What’s up?” I ask him.

  Flip is a good guy and I know that he has the best interest for this club at heart but sometimes he gossips like a little bitch. Also, he’s got a mad crush on Britney. To the point where he even asked her to be his old lady. She turned him down, of course because she’s in love with Mack Truck.

  “So, you know your girl? Pinky?”

  I nod my head and put my hands on my hips in an effort to punch him in his face for gossiping about Chantal. “Yeah. What about her?”

  He walks over to me and flicks the camera button on his phone and I see an image of Chantal talking to Big Sir. “Why is she talking to this fucker?” He asks me.

  I yank the phone out of his hand and look at the video of Chantal and Big Sir having a conversation in the middle of the alley behind our bar that we have downtown. She looks tiny compared to his big ass. His afro is looking worse and worse every time I have to push him off of my territory and now that he’s talking to Chantal… I’m going to fuck his shit up.

  “I’m gonna go find out.”

  “Prez, I know you’ve got some feelings for her but if she’s here to tell him some shit about us, we gotta take care of this. The last thing we need is to go to war again with this asshole,” Flip explains to me as if I should have known in the first place.

  My nose flares and I walk past him and then back to face him. “Do you honestly think that I would fuckin’ let a chick in here to tell this asshole about us?”

  I don’t give Flip a chance to respond as I hand him back his phone and then go back to my room. I’m surprised that it feels so empty without Chantal in here and I miss having her sassy ass around.

  Fuck me! I fucked up big time by allowing some outsider into this life and not knowing anything about her. How am I supposed to know that she’s not some informant or something? Those things happen all the time. Hell, The Avengers got brought down last year because there was a girl in there that was actually a cop.

  I’m being stubborn because I refuse to believe that Chantal would do something like this to me. If she can kiss me and sleep in my bed and then tell this asshole shit, she’s a psycho.

  Once I’m dressed, I go out my side door to where I keep my bike at. This one is my baby and I custom designed it to have the emblem of Lucifer’s Lair on it and then a bear on the side. Since eve
ryone knows my bike is the Ultra Limited, this is my bike when I’m not riding with my club. Where I’m Joe Montague.

  Plus, I want Big Sir to know that he’s fucking with me and not my club by being around Chantal. And then I want to get to the bottom of this of why he’s in my business.

  As I drive to the alley, I’m hoping that they are still there. If I get there and he’s gone, I’m gonna be pissed and I will fuck him up. I will find him and then I will extract the information from him until he comes clean.

  And then I’m going to handcuff Chantal to my bed to make sure she doesn’t do something fucking stupid like this again.

  Chantal