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

  What I don’t mention is the constant murders that have been linked to them and the spreading of cocaine. I also don’t mention that their reputation is so large that everyone talks about them like they’re a celebrity.

  That cocky smile of his that only shows a glimpse of his teeth is proudly on his face. “That’s all speculation. Surely you don’t believe everything that you’ve heard on the television?”

  His wording showed me that he’s a well educated guy which is something that I had a hard time believing. Joe is like an anomaly. Something about him is totally off and he seems to be an actual normal guy- nothing like the fire breathing dragons people make them out to be.

  “What is it that you need my help with?” I ask in a bored tone of voice. There is no way in hell that I’m allowing Joe to know that I’m attracted to him because it’s too much of a risk. A man like him would totally a ruin a woman like me. He’s light years out of my league and I’m just the new moth attracted to his light.

  “Chantal, I’m about to tell you something that needs to be kept off the record. No one knows my thoughts about this and I want to keep it that way. Do we have an understanding?”

  Hypnotized, I nod my head and wait for him to continue. Truthfully, I love the sound of my name coming from his lips.

  Jesus. I need help.

  The Bear

  This woman in front of me, this tiny little person, is looking at me as if she wants to eat me. It’s fucking hot, but I’m not going to allow her the privilege of knowing that I would fuck her six shades of Sunday.

  Her bright pink hair highlights the green in her eyes. She has these high cheekbones that make her look more like a fairy than anything else. Plus, she’s so tiny that I could pick her up and shove her against the wall to fuck her.

  “Go on, what do you need my help with?” Her little voice asks.

  Chantal, I need your help with letting me eat your pussy until your thighs shake against my ears. Then, I want you to get on your knees and open that smart mouth of yours to accept my dick. Can you do that?

  I adjust my dick in my jeans and her eyes watch my hand eagerly. “You are a curious little kitten, aren’t you?” I tease.

  Her cheeks burn bright red and I know it’s time for me to tell her what I’m here for. If she keeps looking at me like this, I’m going to say fuck it.

  I’m glad I’m not the only that is experiencing this energy passed between us.

  “About a week ago, I almost died in a bombing. Now, this is what I need from you.”

  She nods and then places her hands together as if she’s praying. “I heard about that fire. The police and fire inspectors think it was a gas leak.”

  I smile a little and then remember that she doesn’t understand the inner workings of my club. Of course she would believe what the media said happened and not understand the reality of the situation. The reality of the situation is, I paid off the cops and fire inspectors so they would leave me alone to conduct my own investigation.

  “I can’t go into too much detail, but someone went snooping through my private emails to check when I was going to do another delivery. The problem that they ran into, it was fake.”

  “Why would you fake a delivery?” Chantal’s little voice asks and she slides her bigger than shit glasses up her nose. They remind me of librarian glasses which is hot on her. A little naughty and nice thing going on that I’m digging the fuck out of.

  Finally, we are getting somewhere. “Because I had a feeling someone in my club has been looking through my private affairs and it’s going to get a lot of people killed if this is true. Sometimes it blows donkey dick to be king.”

  She pauses for a minute and then looks at the money on the table. I could see and hear the wheels turning in her ears as she tries to think of something to say. As her fingers inch for the bread, I chuckle a little. “Go on, and take the money, little kitten. I won’t bite ya. Well, unless you like that type of thing.”

  Chantal’s cheeks blaze red and I almost feel like an asshole to do this to her.

  “What do you need from me? It sounds as if you have everything figured out.”

  I don’t have shit figured out and I’m here because someone in my club is trying to kill me. I’m here because I need your hacking skills to help save me and Lucifer’s Lair.

  “Chantal, what I need from you is going to be very hard for you to understand but I need you to listen to everything I’m about to say before you jump to conclusions. Understood?” She nods and I smile. “Good girl. I need you to pretend to be my ol’ lady in the club. This will give you access to everyone’s computers and phones. I’m going to have to start bringing you around ASAP so the brothers will see you as one of them.”

  “No.”

  My head whirls a little. I’m not going to lie, that’s the first time someone told me no.

  “What do you mean? You haven’t finished listening to what I have to say.”

  “I’m not going to be some groupie that’s going to follow you around and shit.”

  I smirk a little and then wink at her. “I like a girl with some fight in her. It will help you being around the girls in the club. Now, this is what I need. Someone tried to kill me and it was a false drop. That same person that tried to kill me looked through my computer and got all of my notes regarding it. Sweetheart, I need your help.”

  She takes a deep breath and then closes her eyes. When she opens them, they are cloudy but I can tell she’s about to give in. “Joe, I don’t know. I’m not the type of person that hangs out with these clubs and all of that.”

  I grab her hand over the desk and hold on to it. Chantal looks down at my hand holding hers and I don’t miss the shift of her lap. This is too easy. “Are you going to be able to do this for me?”

  “Yeah. I want four hundred a day and access to everything in your place. Can I get that?”

  That’s all she’s charging? That’s fucking cheap. “I want you for a month and I will give you a hundred grand at the end.”

  I love looking at her eyes as they begin to bulge a little. “That’s too much money, Joe. No way in hell.”

  “You don’t know what it’s like to be my girl, Chantal. I require certain things and I need you to be willing to do that.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you because you’re paying me.”

  I chuckle under my breath. Oh, I love her attitude. “Oh, baby. I don’t need to pay a woman to fuck me. Don’t worry about that.”

  “Fine.” Her stubborn bottom lip sticks out a little and she looks off to the side. “What do I need to know to be your girl or whatever?”

  I lean back in my seat and recross my ankle over my knee and place my hands over my leg. I can feel the stretch of my leather cut as I flex a little more than normal. “One, you have to be in my bed every night. Two, you can’t flirt with the other men. If you do, shit would be a lot worse. Three, you are going to be around women who have been in the game for a while. They are going to be pretty fucking shitty against you.”

  “I can deal with that.”

  “And, I need you to move into the clubhouse with me.”

  “I’m not moving anywhere!”

  I stand up out of my seat and walk around the desk until I’m standing behind her. I place my hands on her shoulders and then lean over her to speak in her ear. “If you want the one hundred grand, you will move in with me.”

  “No sex!” She screeches.

  I nibble on her little earlobe and she shifts in her seat some more as if she’s trying to ease the ache growing between her legs. “Whatever you say, baby. Close up for the day so we can pack your shit.”

  Without giving her another option to back talk me, I walk away from her and then walk out of the office. I wait for her outside of her office and after a few minutes, I duck my head back in.

  Chantal

  What the fuck just happened?

  My head is spinning and I feel as if I’m on one of those carnival rides that fuck with your balance.
Did I just agree to go to work for him for a hundred grand? I’m pretty sure I did. A hundred grand? Holy shit!

  What does this entail? I go and live with him and pretend to be his girlfriend. I find out what I need to find out and then I bail. That’s it.

  Why does he have to be so fucking hot? The man is sex on a stick. He’s seasoned but I’m loving that about him. His eyes have little crow feet outlining them but I don’t give a shit. The man is gorgeous.

  Can I sleep in a bed with him without throwing myself at him? Probably not, but I’m going to try.

  “Baby, are you coming?” He asks me as he tucks his head through the door.

  Without even thinking about it, I pack up all of my shit to leave. I stuff my computer and all of the flash drives and hard drives that I keep with me in my bag. Once I have everything, I look around the office.

  I worked so hard to get here. I had to fight my way here and now I feel as if I’m never going to come back. It’s a scary feeling. The not knowing.

  As I approach the door, he wraps his arm around my waist and holds me tight against him. Instinctively, I fight him off and he growls at me. Growls! “If we are going to be together, you are going to have to get used to me touching you.”

  Of course I know this but… “Can you give me a minute to get used to the idea?” I snap.

  “No.”

  He leads us out of the hallway and into the main walkway to get out of the building. As we reach the bottom stair, he places his hand on my back to lead me to his bike.

  Now, I don’t know know much about bikes. What I do know is this bike is gorgeous and powerful looking. It’s custom painted and extremely large to fit the bear of a man that is leading me to it.

  “Joe, my car is over there,” I point to my Honda. My Honda looks pathetic sitting in the back of the garage. My little hoopty of a car that was given to me by my parents as a birthday present and I’ve had it ever since. It may be old, but it’s dependable and that’s all that matters to me. Hey, I don’t have to make payments on it, so it’s nice.

  At least he lets me think that he’s considering it but then he shakes his head. “That’s nice. We are taking the bike to your place to get your shit.”

  I plant my feet into the ground and then cross my arms over my chest to show him that I’m not some little bitch that he can order around. “Look, I have a lot shit that is needed for what I do. There is no way in hell that I can fit them all on your bike. I’m taking my mother fucking car back to my place and then I’m packing some stuff to go to your club-thingy. If you have a problem-”

  The words shove your problem up your ass are at the tip of my tongue but then I remember that he’s paying me a lot of money. “I want my car with me.”

  “Fine. I will follow you back to your place and then you can follow me to the clubhouse. While at your place, we’re gonna talk about some shit that you need to know.”

  I don’t give him another chance to say anything because I run off to my car to seek refuge. While driving to my house I begin to think about everything that I just agreed to.

  This is fucking crazy. I shouldn’t have gone ahead and did this. What the fuck was I thinking?

  A few years ago, I needed the money to get my business off the ground. I did something really fucking bad and borrowed the money from some underground people. Needless to say, they want their money back and I want to get from underneath them. Not only that, but we have a lot of history.

  The rumble of his motorcycle follows me into my neighborhood and I just imagine all of my neighbors trying to figure out what’s going on. I smile a little because I don’t care what they think and this is going to be great.

  All of my uptight neighbors and their nosey ways. This is going to be the gossip for this little neighborhood that is in everyone’s business. I swear, if you wear flip flops in winter, they will gossip about how you need tennis shoes.

  I park my car in front of my little house and then climb out of it. My house is a little cottage like house that my grandparents left me after they died and I just love it. It’s older and needs a lot of work but it’s perfect for just me.

  There’s a wrap around porch that goes to the backyard with two porch swings. The shutters are painted green and my house is an off white, so needless to say I need to wash the front of my house all of the damn time. The front door and the garage have a rock design around them that give it a three dimensional look.

  The rumble of his bike follows me and I stand in front of my car to wait for him. He parks right next to me and then shuts his bike off. Those powerful thighs that make my mouth water, help him off the bike and Joe walks over to me.

  He swings his arm over my shoulders and then pulls me in closely to him. “This is some nice digs you got here, babe.”

  I can already see my neighbors looking at us and watching what we are doing. I almost want to start fucking him in the open to give them something to talk about.

  My stomach flutters with belly bats and I roll my eyes. “Well, darling, this is my place.”

  Joe chuckles and then points to the house. “Well, how about you show me where the magic happens.”

  There has been no magic.

  I open the front door of my house and then let him come in. “Make yourself at home,” I say to him and point to my little living room.

  The inside of my house is decorated pretty blandly. I haven’t had a lot of extra money to get decorations or anything to help spruce it up. I have a leather couch and the matching loveseat pushed off to the side of the living room. A big screen television that is mounted on the wall and that’s about it.

  “So, this is home?” He says as he walks through my house.

  Joe turns left out of the living room and then walks straight into my bedroom. I begin to panic because I haven’t cleaned my room recently and I don’t want him to think that I have messy tendencies. Which is stupid, because this is all fake.

  “Don’t go in my room!” I call as I run after him.

  By the time I screech to a halt in front of my bedroom door, I see him looking around my room. I have a huge bed and a nice dresser but that’s about it. My closet is packed to the brim with all of my shit and then there’s a closet at the back of the main one.

  In the second closet, I have all of my hacking information and everything I need to be a private investigator.

  “Baby, there’s no secrets between us,” he says with a sideways smirk and leans over to pick up my bra. He looks at the label and then chuckles. “Damn, you have some nice tits, love.”

  Instinctively, I cover my chest with my arms and it only causes my cleavage to peek out. “Fuck,” I mutter.

  “Didn’t work how you wanted it to, did it?”

  I escape to my closet and pull out one of my suitcases and then open the door to my second closet. As I’m loading my suitcase up with everything, Joe stands behind me and asks me questions about my equipment. I explain all of my equipment to him and what it does and when I’m done, I close the suitcase.

  The Bear

  This woman is something else. She’s so timid and acts as if she’s never had a man in her house. I can’t help but want to break her out of this comfort zone that she’s been living in and show her that there is more to this world than living in a box.

  “So, how did we meet?”

  I’m taken aback by her question and then I see her loading some more clothes into a different suitcase. Damn, she does not travel light. “Do you have enough shit packed?” I growl and walk over to her.

  I put my hand on her hand to stop her from loading something more into the suitcase. “Chantal, I know that you don’t know me very well but I won’t let anything happen to you. I take care of what’s mine and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me more than you know. Now, pack what you need for a week and then we can come back.”

  After I help her load everything in the back of her car, she goes back through her house to make sure that she didn’t forget anything. When
she comes back out, I see her chewing on something and she seems to be happier.

  “Sorry, I was hungry.”

  “Did you want to stop some place and get something to eat?”

  She nods her head quickly and then grabs her cell phone out of her purse. “I need to text Craig and tell him that I’m okay and not coming back for a few weeks.”

  I don’t stop myself as I reach out and yank the phone out of her hand. “No, you don’t tell him shit. You can’t fuckin’ talk to him because he’s going to ask you questions.”

  “He’s my friend, though.”

  Damn, this woman is stubborn.