She hadn’t moved from the spot in the center of the room, fixed in place from her anger, ready to pounce. In fact, she was staring at him as if she half expected him to leave.
“What? You really think Silas will honor your request because we’ve been knocking boots or something?” Tate mentally shrugged, patted the spot next to him on the couch, and crooked a finger. “Come on, tell the good doctor what ails you, baby.”
Molly sighed and leaned against the wall. He figured she wasn’t in a roleplaying mood. He looked at her more closely. Her tiny frame, all of five feet four inches, was 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 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 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 into his mouth. He looked up as he remembered something. “Wait. You’re not expecting your old lady anytime soon are you?”
“Not for a while.”
“Good. Now be a good shoplifter and enjoy your Miranda rights to remain silent while I peruse the hell out of your goods.” Two seconds later his palms were cupping handfuls of her ass. He brought her forward again until her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Getting to his feet, he carried her toward the kitchen.
3
Tate
Tate noticed Molly checking out the kitchen fridge as he plopped her down on a wooden stool.
“Ooo, does the bad girl jail cell come with ice cream?” she hummed.
He put his index finger over her mouth. “Hush. Until I say otherwise you’re under my jurisdiction, Miss. You don’t talk or move an inch unless I tell you, understand? It’s not every day I apprehend a saucy minx making off with all this merchandise. Punishing you will be a real pleasure.”
Molly mimed zipping her lips, and tried to wriggle her way out of his grasp, though he noticed she couldn’t keep a creeping grin off her face. As much as she play-protested, she enjoyed their little adventures into role-playing territory more than most. This particular time was the perfect opportunity to get her mind off her troubles while allowing Tate to work off all the sexual frustration Molly always set off in his crotch.
“We’re going to start your interrogation, and I need you to stay on that stool while I fetch my back up. If I’ve noticed you’ve moved even once when I come back, I’ll have to make sure your punishment will be that much worse, little lady.” He was halfway down the hallway and heading toward the staircase to her bedroom when he spun around again and returned to her. “Get these clothes off, and don’t think I’ll miss checking out all your dark little hiding places, doll. I plan to be thorough.”
Molly’s pale cheeks flushed and she quickly nodded. He saw her tank top go flying across the room out of the corner of his eye and smiled, hustling out of the room. He got upstairs to her massive bedroom, thankfully set on the far side of the house where no one could hear them. Molly was not just a kink hobbyist, she was all in, with a section of her walk-in closet devoted to all of her exquisite collection of sex toys. He grinned, looking around the room for her favorites, then returned to the kitchen with all the supplies.
She was seductively perched on the stool, completely bare, with her long hair flowing down past her shoulders, pert nipples tight with need and legs spread wide. He could just catch the subtle sheen of her arousal along her pussy lips.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, almost dropping everything in his arms so he could get started on ravishing her right now. “Good girl. It means I’ll be a little more lenient…but not by much.”
A question flickered in her eyes.
“You want my permission to speak. Don’t you, wicked girl?” She nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Will I get to keep anything I took, officer badass? I did purchase some of those items, and they weren’t cheap.”
Tate turned toward the kitchen counter and dumped his props while he kept his smile hidden. He snatched up one or two things and kept them out of her line of sight. “I don’t think that question helps your case, Miss. Put your hands behind your back and link your fingers together…” That’s when he remembered the bruise on her wrist. “Shit. We can’t use the handcuffs when your wrist is already messed up like that.”
She linked her fingers behind her neck instead. “It’s all right. I’ll keep them up here.”
That look was fucking hot, her hands raised behind her head, already perky breasts lifted even higher. This woman had a way of giving him a thrill that had his bear growling to come out and made his cock throb in his pants. God, he needed inside her something fierce. He stepped around behind her and she glanced over her bare shoulder, all wide-eyed and pouty. He was planning to enjoy
every moment of making her wait. He moved behind her back and kissed her smooth pale skin beside the spot on her wrist he’d just bandaged up.
It made him mad all over again. “This fucker of an ex-boyfriend is going to pay for hurting you like this.”
Molly turned in the chair and wrapped her arm around his neck. “It’s fine, and I know you will. I’m counting on it. Come on, forget about it. Our game is actually helping.” She pulled back and gave him a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and then she winked at him. “But officer, aren’t you supposed to read me my rights?”
That cute gesture brought him around. “Fine. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you as I’m ramming my cock down your throat…” he continued with the fake oath, loving the disbelieving expression on her face while he tossed the handcuffs aside. “I can’t use those with the way your wrist is bandaged up now. I should, in case you’re a runner, but today I won’t. You’d better be good. You’ve got some serious charges racked up against you, and you’re going to need to pay for…every…single…one.”
Tate slithered a silky rope along her naked shoulders and dangled it between her breasts as she shuddered from the teasing contact. He not so casually pushed his hips forward until one of her palms wrapped around his hard cock, making him hiss through his teeth. Fuck, her touch was intoxicating.
“Ah, ah, ah. Enough of that.” He started to move away, but she tightened her fingers and began to pump his shaft. Pushing her hair to the side, he bit the back of her neck. Molly promptly let go of him, letting out a small whimper, a sound that he knew very well. He pulled away and she had a slight red mark at her nape, and goosebumps all along her arms. “Remember, I know what you like and I’m not afraid to use it against you.”
Molly sucked in a stuttered gasp and he chuckled, licking the small bite mark while she tried to muffle her other noises of pure pleasure. No doubt she was trying to keep him from noticing. Fat chance. He knew her body well, and delighted in making her react vocally every time they got between the sheets. His finger tripped down her spine as he watched her whole body react to his touch.
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