Free MC Bear My Baby (Beartooth Brotherhood MC) by Bella Love-Wins Page B

animal put him in his place by marking her. Molly hadn’t seemed to mind. He was pretty sure they’d have it out about it later on, but deferral was probably for the best. Time could help keep this under wraps until he could think about what it all meant.
    Molly would eventually want to know what was up with him, or someone would see the mark and enlighten her first. He couldn’t have that happen, and keeping her distracted with his cock wasn’t going to work forever. Maybe forty-eight hours, tops. Shaking his head, he slowed down and gripped the handlebars to get off the highway. This was their exit for Molly’s job. In no time they were parking in the back lot of the northeast Las Vegas warehouse where the underground fighting ring held its events.
    He had a hard time getting his head on straight when Molly climbed off and headed toward the entrance. If only he had some time to think, plan ‘get the fuck away and fast’ wouldn’t be top of mind. Shoving his keys in his front pocket, he followed her inside. This was still a paid gig and the woman was still in potential danger. The woman his bear couldn’t get enough of.
    Molly wasn’t getting kidnapped on his watch.
    “Hey, you okay over there?” Molly asked as they waited to be let in the employee entrance.
    She trailed her fingers down his leather cut near the middle of his back and he almost bolted out of her grasp. Shit, he really was spooked about all this. Molly wasn’t helping either. Before today, he couldn’t remember even one time she’d asked him if he was okay. It may have been a simple question, but from where he was standing, he just hoped this wasn’t going to take them down ‘share-your-feelings’ lane. She stood there, looking up at him for an answer to this mundane question.
    Ugh, fuck!
    Tate scrambled for something, anything. Nothing came but a grunt, then he blurted out, “I’m surprised they let chicks do this stuff, seems a little tough on their nails or something. Wait, what do people bet with up in there? Barbie dolls and My Little Ponies?” He coughed out a laugh, but the sound stuck in his throat. Not the best recovery plan, but fuck it. Changing the subject was a good start.
    “You want to go there? I can show you a new perspective that’ll probably bruise your ego and put you out of commission.” She motioned to him and got into a boxing stance. “Bring it.”
    “We’ve sparred before, Moll. I know what you’re bringing to the table. I don’t need a recap.”
    She’d kicked his ass about half the time they sparred, and although he enjoyed the challenge, he wasn’t in the mood right now.
    Molly continued to bounce on the balls of her feet. Her eyes narrowed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
    Tate cocked his head with a grin. “You’ve got a job to do in there, don’t you?”
    “Chicken shit,” she sang, daring him.
    Nope, he wasn’t falling for that right now, even if his inner bear was ridiculously offended.
    “Look, you got to get in there to patch up the brave bitches, and I can’t fight you because it’s my job to fucking protect your ass from a psychopath. Kicking your butt from here to Canada doesn’t really qualify me as a great bodyguard, okay? Besides…” Tate coughed into his fist and started walking around Molly as she pseudo-chased him. “It’s not easy sparring with a gorgeous woman when I have a boner the size of Texas.”
    “Prove it,” she teased.
    “Don’t tempt me or I’m liable to take you right up against this wall.”
    It was a huge win that he didn’t look back to see her face, but he could imagine her expression. He looked down at the ground, yanked her by her elbow, and practically dragged her into the warehouse when the staff door person finally let them in. She didn’t put up much of a fight either, just a few grunts here and there. By the time she dropped off some gear in the women’s locker room and made it all the way inside, she was too busy straightening her