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

be for another day.
    “So, uh, boss? Can we have a chat with the boys?” Tate ran a hand down his face and slapped on a grin. “We may have a little issue… nothing big.”
    “Oh yeah?” Silas cocked an eyebrow and leaned back with both hands on the bar. “What the fuck did you do now, Tate?”
    “Let’s go talk.”
    His president’s face got stone cold and serious. Before he made for the meeting room to tell them what he’d done and to admit that he wasn’t in the least bit sorry, his eyes caught the ladies over at the staircase. Molly got one of Jenny’s hugs, and Sabrina was beside them. Jenny led her up the stairs as Molly muscled her large duffel bag with her.
    Nope, she didn’t need him for a damn thing at all.

7
    Molly
    M olly put the last pair of sweatpants away in the guest room drawer. Shoving it closed with her hip, she unwound the gauze Tate had put on her wrist at her house. That thing was overkill. Stuffing it in a side pocket of her bag, she left and closed her door. She needed a stiff drink at the bar. Just as she took the first step down the flight of stairs, Tate’s voice floated upward past all the others.
    “Come on, man. Don’t give me that—”
    She froze in the spot to listen. This could get interesting, hearing what he really thought of this Jett situation.
    One of the top guys, probably Cole said, “It’s the truth, brother. It’s clear as day there’s something going on between you two.”
    “Whatever, man.”
    “And now, with both of you in spitting distance of knocking boots every second, you’re trying to tell me you and Molly don’t have a thing?”
    Leave it to Cole to spare the sugar coating on the situation. Molly held her breath, unsure whether she wanted to hear how Tate would react. Her heart raced against her rib cage and she swallowed past her sickly sweet fear, balling her hands into fists at her side. She had half a mind to charge down there and give them all crap for talking shit behind her back. The problem was that now her curiosity was piqued. She had to know, and didn’t care if anyone saw her at the top of the stairs in this not so discrete hiding spot.
    “Women have a way of growing on you, so you’d better watch out.” Silas laughed. “I didn’t plan on Sabrina either.”
    She bit her lip wondering where the old ladies were right now. Clearly they weren’t down there listening. Sabrina would probably have been the first to shut them down. Molly sighed, running her hands down her hips. Why wasn’t Tate speaking up? She wanted to hear his take on things, dammit. She fiddled with her fingers, twisting them in front of her body. God, why was she so nervous, anyway? This whole thing was ridiculous.
    “Dudes, give me a fucking break,” Tate said, adding a disgusted scoff. “Molly’s cool and shit, but this isn’t some fairytale. She knows what we have. We’re both damn good at scratching each other’s itch, nothing more, nothing less. There aren’t hearts or diamonds in our future.”
    “Bullshit,” Silas added.
    “I don’t know what the hell you’re seeing, man. Trust me, we’re both lucky if she doesn’t get sick of being here in the next six days, let alone start a thing. We’re both banging everything in sight as is and we’re both cool with it.”
    There was an odd wave of silence. Molly’s jaw was locked as she exhaled with her eyes closed and inhaled again, calming herself down so she wouldn’t charge down the steps and beat Tate to a bloody pulp. There was a big difference between casually sleeping together and being insanely rude about it. Tate had jumped that line and was running toward a verbal cliff, acting as if their time together was as routine as making a gourmet coffee run every morning.
    “Sleeping with Molly, that’ll be over in five and then we can grab a beer,” she muttered to herself. “Douchebag.”
    In his mind she amounted to a nice little hole where he could put his cock. Forget any kind of friendship.