Free Bear Mates (California Bears #2) by Rachel Real

Chapter One
    K AY-LAl! KAY-LA!
    The crowd’s screams echoed in the massive stadium as Kayla Winters leapt off the main stage. Even though she was one of the biggest international best-selling pop superstars of the world, she never felt more alone. For the past few weeks, she’d gotten alarming death threats. Eerie phone calls in the middle of the night of a man breathing low and heavy on her phone. And, frightening texts with lurid details of how her stalker wanted to tie her up and thrust himself between her thighs.
    A pack of bodyguards marched at her side as she shuffled down towards the exit where her limo waited.
    “Does the driver know the way to the hotel?” Kayla asked while Alfie, her manager, slipped on her shaggy fur coat. Heavy rain fall poured all around them. She didn’t recognize the driver sitting in the front seat of her limo.
    “ Hey Alfie, who’s this new guy?” Kayla hissed, tossing her hair. “You can’t just have some guy driving me home. I need to know these things...”
    “Uh, yeah, head of security hired him yesterday.” The Hotel Grand should only be a few minutes away...” Alfie assured her.
    Even though her gut didn’t sit right with her, Kayla ducked into the car. Her eyes cast a glance at the rear view mirror.
    A pair of scorching amber-red eyes, of the likes Kayla had never seen before, stared back at her. It sent an intense shiver down her spine.
    “ So , are you gonna tell me your name or what?” Kayla uttered half aloud watching the rain trickle down her tinted window.
    Her burly looking driver only answered with a low feral grunt.
    “ Okay ...” Kayla snorted, rolling her eyes.
    She hated this new guy already. I mean, who does this idiot think he is being standoffish with me? Kayla had a terrible streak of impatience and was used to people catering to her every last whim.
    Moments later, she arrived at the Hotel Grand and waited patiently for her driver to open her door. The mysterious driver stomped out of the limo, lumbered towards her door and swung it open.
    That’s when she got a good look at the driver’s brawny well-built physique. He stood rigid and taller than any man she’d ever met. His strong jaw had a nicely groomed five ‘o clock shadow. When she sniffed, he had a savory intoxicating musk. Kayla flicked her auburn hair as she forged through the swarm of fans and leering paparazzi. Suddenly, Kayla tripped on the hem of her shaggy fur coat and toppled backwards.
    A wave of fans, started pulling at her, grabbing at her from all directions. Kayla panicked as they started to tear at her silk blouse, ripping the sleeves.
    She struggled to escape as they took her from all sides—but she had nowhere to run!
    Out of nowhere, her broad-shouldered driver lurched in the middle of the screaming chaos, sweeping Kayla up and throwing her over his shoulder. He then pressed forward, ramming through flashing cameras as he raced through the hotel doors.
    Kayla then fixed her gaze up at him utterly speechless—her hair frazzled and her lacey bra strap exposed on her shoulder.
    When her nerves started to settle, she found the words to speak.
    “Who are you?” she breathed her lips slightly parted.
    “I’m Thrash Prince—your new body guard,” Thrash growled.

Chapter Two
    T hat next morning Kayla awoke in her high rise condo in Los Angeles. She heard voices downstairs. Swinging her feet over the side of her bed, Kayla paced all the way to the railing on the stairs. Leaning in, she spotted Thrash and her manager skimming the stalker’s letters.
    Thrash picked up a crumpled letter and read it aloud.
    “I want to suck and bite each of your nipples. I don’t care how much you scream...” Thrash grunted.
    Alfie eyed Thrash’s powerful frame. “It’s so sickening, isn’t it? We’ve been getting a letter almost three times a week...” Alfie replied.
    “I don’t know what all of the big fuss is about,” Kayla sighed, waving her perfectly manicured hand. “I can