MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC)

by Bella Love-Wins

  “Listen dollface. I’ll make an exception this time. I’ll share exactly what I had planned for you, but I’m not going to give it all to you tonight.” He dragged his finger along the stiff line of her right shoulder and watched goosebumps prick up in his wake. “It’s extra punishment for being so naughty. Isn’t it, naughty girl?”

  “Yes…sir.”

  Her breathy reply did things to his cock that no one else could whip out of him.

  “Good,” he cleared his throat and held on to his self-control. If he didn’t, he’d be shoving into her wet heat as if there was no tomorrow, but he’d learned that drawing it out only made it that much better for both of them. “Now where were we? Ahhh, yes. Keep your ankles in line with the stool legs and don’t move an inch.”

  She did as she was told, and quickly too. He made quick work of tying both ankles apart to either leg of the stool. Molly didn’t struggle, but her chest rose and fell, and her breathing picked up with every knot he secured loosely against her creamy soft skin. He wasn’t nearly as rough as she usually liked it. This wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg with regards to their kink, but something told him their usual stuff wasn’t right for a time like this. She may not have cared for him to know it, but she was still traumatized by that visit from her ex. Still, it was nice to be in familiar territory. Tate rearranged his achingly hard cock, mentally promising himself soon.

  But first, the game.

  His gaze flicked over Molly—naked, vulnerable, and trembling, with her hands back behind her neck. He couldn’t argue with the fact that his inner beast was enjoying the show. Even something as small as his darkening mark on her neck from his teeth was enough for him to want to roar with primal pleasure. That was the reaction Molly always brought out in him, a craving for his bear to come out and play, to let the rest of the world fade so his animalistic simplicity could roam free and with no regret.

  Not one inch of him could deny taking Molly. If possible, he’d have her for round two before taking her to the clubhouse. With a shake of his head he pushed the thought away. He zeroed in on his prey, aware of her sweet, wet scent. Damn, she was dripping for him. He bent forward and pressed his lips a bare inch away from her ear so his hot, predatory breath would caress her earlobe.

  “If this were your usual punishment, bad girl, I’d make your nipples ache with these clamps, and then I’d make you red all over with my teeth and this riding crop.” She squirmed a bit and he knew he had her, remembering that the crop drove her out of her mind in most scenarios where she wasn’t tied to a chair. “Then when you couldn’t take any more, I’d break out the vibrator and make you come… but none of that’s gonna happen. This time, it’s these hands, this tongue, and what I’m packing between my legs that’ll make you scream my name.”

  “Tate…” her small whisper, almost a moan, made his cock pulse in his pants and his hands clenched into painful fists.

  Fuck, he didn’t think it was possible to get any harder, yet managed to do it, and it drove him out of his ever-loving mind. He swallowed thickly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?”

  She shook her head, thick dark hair bouncing around her shoulders as he went around the island and grabbed the nipple clamps. He made as if he was putting them on her stiff little pink nipples, then tossed them aside. Molly licked her lips and gasped, eyes round, and only half-focused as she parted her legs wider, begging him without words.

  His gaze dove to her wet pussy. Oh yeah, that was his, no doubt about it.

  Mine.

  Tate looked up at her, quickly dismissing the thought. Sure, she was his for the moment, in their roleplay, but nothing more than that. Not even close. His bear didn’t agree. It roared in the back of his mind, shutting out all rational thought, itching to come out and claim her. Ignoring it, he closed his eyes and slipped both hands on either side of Molly’s head, touching their foreheads together. Her eyes were searching his face, brows furrowed when he looked at her again.

  God, he was a jackass for letting this inner turmoil bullshit show at a time like this. She didn’t need to see him vulnerable. That was not sexy. Not one bit.

  He needed a little distraction, which he was happy to supply as he made his way over to the riding crop. His fingers skimmed the well worked craftsmanship of the leather. He glided the tool through his palm, giving it a nice whack that left the spot near his fingers rosy and slightly stinging. The noise cracked through the air when he did it again. He watched the line of Molly’s back as she reacted to the sound. A small shiver arched her spine at the same time that she recalled the ties at her ankles. Any and all movement reminded her she was still bound, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip, twisting up in anticipation of pleasure and pain.

  She broke their rule again and begged him to use the crop on her back, hissing and groaning low in her throat. A small whimper came with his next blow, but she barely twitched a muscle this time.

  “Oh, I’m going to enjoy denying you of all this. Fuck, you’re hot when you beg like that.” Tate chuckled, teasing her with the leather of the crop in light strokes down her back while she kept begging for him to at least deliver one sharp sting to her shoulder blade or lower back. “No dice. Next time you’ll think twice about making rash decisions like keeping important shit from me.”

  “Baby, we’re not playing anymore, are we?”

  He pulled back slightly. Learning about her ex had really killed the game. All he wanted to do was find the idiot and make him pay so he could get back to enjoying her. “Maybe it’s not the same game, but let this denial be a lesson.”

  She idly lowered one hand and stroked him through his pants. Tate groaned, crushing his lips on hers for a quick, needy kiss, leaving her breathless and trembling. She looked up at him with a heady mixture of stubbornness and arousal. The line of her mouth dared him to do his worst. Her wide eyes begged him to get her off so the teasing could be over. He stepped back and planted his feet wide. Her stare immediately zeroed in on his groin.

  “You want it, huh?” He teased, throat tight as he traced the end of the riding crop along the slick folds between her legs. “You need me inside you so badly I’m half-tempted to make you keep begging for it.”

  He watched the indecision flicker across her face. He slid the crop across her right breast and she hissed out a few choice curse words, practically wiggling in her seat with the little room for movement he’d given her with the ropes around her ankles. Another slight touch against her breasts and her hand wandered down to her mound. She’d reached her boiling point. A nice little spot between half out of her mind with need and swearing. She was so ready from not getting what she wanted most in the world.

  The sweet, sweet power was all in his hands—exactly the way he liked it best.

  He dropped the crop, took two steps forward and buried his hand in her hair. Molly gasped and he tilted her head backward until she met his serious stare.

  “You want me.” He didn’t make it a question. “You. Need. Me.”

  She licked her lips, nostrils flaring with her need to deny it. There was no doubt that she’d fight him tooth and nail right down to the end. Until he was buried deep inside her and she was screaming his name. Only then would she admit that he had any power over her at all.

  “Answer me,” he leaned in, lightly tracing her lips with his tongue. “Make those pretty lips move and give me the confession I want to hear, or I won’t let you come until you do.”

  Molly exhaled with a small snort, jostled in her seat despite his hold on her hair. She nodded but didn’t say a word.

  “You never make it easy. Oh well, more fun for me.”

  He let go of her head and took three long steps to the counter. Picking up her favorite vibrator, he pressed a button on the side with his thumb and returned to her, delighting in her series of moans from the buzzing before he even touched her.

  “One way or another, you’ll tell me what I want to hear.”

  “You’re playing dir
ty. No fair,” Molly replied breathily, sounding like she couldn’t think straight anymore. Her eyes narrowed, lips parting while he honed in on her sweet spot with the vibrator. He thought he saw her flinch a second before it made contact with her clit, but then she spread farther apart. In a second she was grinding her hips down on the friction, trying to gather some self-control. That was not happening. He let her settle into a rhythm, circling her hips against the movement. Her groaning became louder with her own self-pleasure, and then he ripped it away.

  “You bastard,” she cried out, yet had a tiny smile on her face.

  “Do you want it back?”

  She nodded frantically, so much that some of her hair flew over her face.

  “Tell me what I want and you’ll get what you want. Simple.”

  She frowned and made a sound of exasperation. She wasn’t getting the message, so he didn’t waste precious seconds arguing. Placing the vibrator back at her mound, he let her have a few more seconds of pleasure and then moved it away again, making sure she couldn’t get any closer to coming, even while his whole body ached to watch her get to where she was completely undone.

  “Fuck. You.” She ground out through clenched, grinning teeth.

  “Uh, that’s what you want me to do and you’re not getting any until I hear it.”

  “Fine,” she cried, trying in vain to push closer to the pulse of the vibrator he was holding less than an inch away from her slick flesh. “I need you, Tate. Do whatever the hell you want with me, just please let me come first.”

  He had to hold back a laugh at the mix of longing and hostility in her sexy blue eyes, which were almost blue-gray to go with her demanding mood. He had no doubt that after he had his way with her, she’d probably want to kick his ass from here to next Tuesday for deviating from their play like this. Or she’d get over it. He dropped to his knees and undid the ankle bindings, then pivoted her stool until she was facing the kitchen island. Within seconds he had his pants undone, thrust down to his ankles. Picking her up at the waist, he bent her over the counter. Molly was out of her element now, unbound and desperate. She let out a little cry, trembling beneath his feather light touch. He chuckled at her eagerness. Who could have known she’d be like this from such a reversal of their usual thing? Either way, this was exactly how he enjoyed seeing her.

  Without another word, he held on to her hips, lowered his head to the back of her neck and buried himself deep into her warmth until he couldn’t go any further. She shuddered against him, pushing back for more contact. He didn’t hold back, and delivered punishing strokes into her as she cried and begged him to fuck her harder. He pumped his hips with sharper jerks forward and backward as if this was his last fuck ever.

  Molly groaned, continuing to keen backward into his groin. She was on her tiptoes, rocking and spreading herself for more. If he pounded her any harder she probably wouldn’t walk for a week, but still, she kept asking for him to go deeper, and kept pressing back against his hard thrusts into her. He braced himself against the island with one hand, and the other moved over her breast. He tweaked on her nipple while his other palm went white with his harsh grip on the countertop.

  While she bucked, shook, and practically jumped out of her skin with pleasure beneath him, he fought back his beast that urged him to claim her with its distinct bite to the back of her neck. Fuck, there was no way he could do this to her now. This was not their deal. They were supposed to keep things casual, yet here he was, inside her without protection for the first time, his mind full of ridiculous thoughts of making her his one true mate. This was promising to take things to a whole other level, one that neither of them signed up for. He pushed back his crazy and refocused on the smooth flesh beneath his grip, her small moans, and—

  Shit, that was not the rattle of keys in the door that he just heard. Was it?

  “Someone’s coming, doll.”

  “What?” she breathed out absently.

  “The front door. Someone’s unlocking it.” Tate swore under his breath and pulled out of her, scrambling to gather up Molly’s clothes. “Get dressed. Your mom’s home.”

  She huffed out a breath, no doubt as wound up as he was. Throwing her shirt back over her shoulders, she wiggled on her jeans and stuffed her panties into the pocket. He didn’t know why Molly was in a tizzy. He was the guy with the erection straining against his pants, standing in her mother’s kitchen looking guilty and horny as hell. And now he had to greet the woman. What a damn mess.

  He was straightening Molly’s tag on the back of her shirt when the conservative, blonde older woman in her mid-fifties walked into the kitchen, lugging a bunch of grocery bags.

  Which is when Tate took a second to look around at the whole scene in the kitchen.

  They hadn’t put a damn thing away during their little role-play adventure. None of the toys were hidden, and rope was still hanging off the stool. How convenient. The vibrator rolled off the kitchen counter, buzzing as it moved across the floor. They both made a grab for it at the same time and ended up crashing their heads together. He winced, swearing up a storm before realizing Molly’s mom probably had never heard that level of profanity before. The whole thing felt like he was back in high school.

  “Oh, hi Mom. Sorry about the mess,” she said a little too loudly, her hand still rubbing the spot where her head hit Tate’s.

  “Hi you two. How are you doing, Tate?”

  “Great, Mrs. Davenport. Just great.”

  “I didn’t expect you to get home this early,” Molly told her. “Wait, did something happen at work?”

  “No, everything’s fine. I got this great recipe from Doris at work, and couldn’t wait to come home and try it.” She looked around the kitchen and took in the scene.

  This could not be an easy scene to take in with such a straight face. Mrs. Davenport swallowed and met his gaze, but he refused to back down. There was absolutely no shame in what they’d been doing. He just wished it wasn’t in the woman’s kitchen. He cocked his chin up at her inspection.

  “Having a little fun, I see. I hope you two are playing it safe… Within the friendship, I mean.”

  Tate rubbed a hand over his mouth and she finally put the bags down next to the extra rope and riding crop. Not too subtle. Christ, if he had any idea that Molly’s kin would be home now, he’d never have gotten this comfortable in the kitchen, of all places. The only times they’d made it back here the whole place was cleared out, and they’d always stick to her bedroom like any normal, sane person their age.

  “I’m sorry I intruded on your evening.” Tate refrained from showing his hands, mainly because he didn’t know what was on them. “If you want I’ll just wait in the sitting room, Molly. Or I can leave. Um, after I use the bathroom.”

  He could clean up real nice when he needed too.

  “Uh, no, Tate. That really isn’t an option.” Molly gave him an urgent look. “Our project, remember?”

  He blinked a few times. Aw, shit. In the midst of the badass sex they didn’t get to finish, it slipped his mind why the hell he was there in the first place. If he could have kicked his own ass, he would have. Something about getting interrupted by a chick’s middle-aged mother had understandably knocked him off his game something good.

  4

  Molly

  Molly Davenport tried to stem the arousal that was still pulsing through her whole body. Taking a deep breath nearly made her shudder. She could still picture Tate buried deep inside her body and they were now stuck in this awkwardness with her mom. She could hardly think quickly enough to come up with even a lame excuse about what her mother was witnessing around her kitchen, let alone why Molly wouldn’t be staying at home for the next little while. Mom would see straight through anything she said, so she let go of the embarrassment.

  “I have to skip out on dinner, Mom. Tate is driving me to work and then I’ll be staying with him for a bit while we figure out things with…”

  “With your crazy stalker ex-boyfriend.
You know I told you we should have gotten a restraining order before we moved out here.”

  “You’re right. It’ll save on travel time while I study for my nursing exams too,” she added, hoping to change the subject.”

  Her mother was a nurse. She should know how these things went, but still she doubted the woman would let either of them leave without a safe sex lecture like they were teenagers. Her lips pressed tightly together, glancing over at Tate as she waited to hear it. Tate wore an unfamiliar look of pure embarrassment. She’d never seen him this way. Boy, he sure had no idea how to win over a woman’s mother. She mentally rolled her eyes, unsure why she’d expect anything better from a biker who thought casual Fridays at the office meant he could screw four women at the same time instead of dressing down.

  “Really? That’s all you can think of to tell your own mother? Have you forgotten that I know you, young lady?”

  Molly snapped back into the picture as her mother clapped her hands over her cheeks, now that her shopping bags were on the counter—next to the sex toys. That only made Molly flush, more unsure of how to fix this giant kinky mess.

  “I’m sorry?” That was all she came up with.

  “Back to what I was saying to your male friend over here, Molly. I’m not deaf, dumb, and blind, and I’m not as innocent as I look. You don’t have to pretend with me, okay? You’re an adult, do what you want, just not on my brand new granite counters. And regarding this announcement about you leaving for a few days, I don’t pretend to know what you two have planned or how long you’re going to be gone, but please be careful.”

  “I will.”

  “And give me a call if you’re going to be longer than a week so I don’t worry. This place gets big without you, honey.”

  “I will for sure.”