BEAR: A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella

  BEAR

  A Hellbound Lovers MC Novella

  Crimson Syn

  Copyright © 2019 by Crimson Syn All rights reserved.

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  Contents

  Dear Readers

  1. Bear

  2. Meg

  3. Bear

  4. Meg

  5. Bear

  6. Bear

  7. Bear

  8. Meg

  9. Bear

  10. Bear

  11. Meg

  12. Bear

  13. Bear

  14. Meg

  15. Meg

  16. Bear

  17. Meg

  Epilogue

  Epilogue Two

  RYDER

  Ryder

  About the Author

  Also by Crimson Syn

  Dear Readers

  Hello my lovelies,

  Can I just say that Bear is one of my most beloved characters. He’s sweet, passionate, the perfect Daddy, and just a little broken. I loved writing this book and these beautiful characters. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed bringing them to life.

  We start this series out twenty years before Wolf meets Scarlett. Bear is the current VP of Hellbound Lovers and alongside Nick and Ryder they’ve finally built a home that mattered to all of them.

  Bear’s book starts ten years in the past when he first meets Meghan Evergreen. Their whirlwind romance is short, but their love is real. Unfortunately, dark circumstances force them apart and now it’s ten years later, and Meg has suddenly reappeared in Bear’s life. He’s confused, he’s angry, but no man has ever loved his woman as fiercely as Bear loves his Meg.

  Enjoy the ride Synners!

  Crimson Syn

  One

  Bear

  1989

  The strong gusts of winds shoved me into the diner, and I felt as if the devil were on my heels. I’d ridden into Pennsylvania from New York and the storm had caught me halfway. The roar of the thunder rolled out in anger and lightning lit up the sky just before I was blinded by the pounding rain. The only light that flickered in the distance was that of an old diner. The sign read Linny’s Diner and veering off on the Bucks County, I decided to stop for a bit.

  I took off my soaked leather jacket and strode towards a back booth. Grabbing a handful of napkins, I dried myself off as best I could and hung the jacket on the chair opposite from me. Anyone who walked in would be able to see the patch that lined the leather and they’d think twice before drawing near. I wasn’t much for talkin’ let alone having people around me. Always been a loner and I liked to keep it that way.

  I took the job with Royal Bastards MC just so I could get the fuck away from my tyrant of a father. He wanted to force me into something I never asked for, something he wanted for himself. He never bothered to ask what it was I wanted in life. But I’d gone into the family business to avoid all the venomous shit being spewed my way. How I wasn’t good enough. How I didn’t have the skill set to run a business. He couldn’t accept that his son had his own conditions, his own thoughts about life, his own ways of running shit, so it was a constant struggle. Last time I saw him was a few years back. His disrespect had gone on for two long, we fought, fists flew, and I laid him out in the middle of the living room. I left his business and my home and only grabbed what I needed, my leather jacket and the keys to my Harley. I stormed out of that damn house, ignoring the pleas of my mother, my sweet mother. She only ever wanted what was best for me, but he even destroyed then when he kept her away from me.

  I had a good friend in the Royal Bastards MC, and he’d let me stay at his place. After about a year I was doing runs for them, small jobs here and there, and I was making good money. This last job entailed a bit of bounty hunting. A guy up in West Virginia owed the Prez some money for a favor he did for him a few months back. Fucker hadn’t paid him for it, and I went up to collect the debt. Soon as he saw me, he nearly shit his pants. Didn’t have to press him much, a steel barrel to his temple had him goin’, and he let me know the combination to his lock. Fucker had a lot more than what he owed, and I took it all.

  After that shit went down, I decided to get back home. I needed my bed, a nice cold beer, and some warm pussy. Instead, I settled for a hot coffee in the middle of Bucks County, Pennsylvania. The diner was small and packed with truckers at this time of night. Shift change was coming on and I could hear one of the girls shouting to another to make sure to take care of table thirty-five, he just came in and wants a black coffee.

  I smirked looking out the window, watching the lights of the trucks coming in and out of the parking lot. That’s when I saw her. Well, at least the reflection of her. God was she pretty. She had long brown waves that haloed her face, a sweet innocent face, and tempting pouty lips that made my cock rise up to greet her too.

  I hesitated, almost afraid to lose the illusion, afraid her reflection was probably prettier than she was. But when she cleared her throat and I turned to her, my breath hitched, and every inch of my body tensed.

  Up close she was even finer, that hourglass figure had all the curves I needed, perfectly sculpted for a man like me. Her waitress uniform hugged her in all the right places and propping an arm up on the head of the chair, I sat back to admire the beauty. Her tits were nice and round delectable mounds that sat perched up high on her delicate chest. She had a slight tummy that fell into two curvy hips and a well-rounded ass. Fuck, I liked my women thick and this woman was as sweet and soft as they could come.

  My eyes followed the length of her skirt which ended a few inches above her knees, showing me a sweet glimpse of soft thighs followed by a pair of long, toned legs. Legs that would feel just perfect wrapped around me as I pressed my cock between those sweet thighs and thrusted up against those soft curves.

  But what did me in wasn’t even that, it was the arch in her brow and those innocent brown eyes that gazed down on me. I nearly laughed as she glared at me.

  “You get a good look, Sweetheart.”

  Fuck, she was sassy too. “Not as good a look as I would have liked, but it will have to do for now.”

  She tapped her pen against the pad and watched me beneath those long lashes. “What can I getcha?”

  “Other than a drink from those lips?” She gave me a no-nonsense look and I laughed. “I’ll take just a coffee for now.”

  I could see a ghost of a smile as she wrote down the order. “Cream.”

  I arched a brow and teased. “Sweet cream.”

  She gave a shy little smile, ignoring my comment, and made her way over to the counter to put my order in. She stood on tiptoes in her white sneakers, her legs shapely and well defined, and as she slightly leaned forward that tight little skirt strained against her heart shaped ass and my cock did the same against my jeans. Fuck, if I could just take her down that dark hallway where I knew the stock room was, I could give her just what we both needed. Raise that tempting skirt and get a glimpse of her sweet pussy. A pussy I was currently craving.

  I played with the fork on my table, watching the minutes tick by until she finally returned. Smiling at me she poured me a steaming hot cup of coffee and I breathed in the aroma. Fuck, I loved coffee. Setting a small stainless-steel pitcher beside it, she winked at me. “Sweet cream.”

  I stared up into her eyes and a little fire was lit in them. “What’s your name, baby girl?”

  Bright red nails caught my attention as she pointed at her namet
ag. “Meg.”

  I smiled at her. “I prefer calling you, baby girl.”

  “Can I get you anything to eat?”

  I took a glance out the window and watched as the rain continued to pound down onto the pavement. I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything, but I wasn’t inclined to go out in that storm either. Besides, I didn’t want to leave her. Not just yet.

  “You got any pie?”

  “Yes, of course. What kind would you like?”

  I stared at her pen as she brought it to her lips, biting it while she waited for me to reply. Those succulent glossy pink lips wrapped around the pen and I wanted to taste her so badly.

  Leaning forward I reached to play with the hem of the small white apron that hugged her waist. It fell just about where her pussy would be. Purposely, I ran my fingertips along that dip and watched as her lips parted. Fuck did I wanna taste of her.

  “I’d say a sweet cherry pie sound mighty tempting right now, but I’ll take whatever you recommend?”

  She shifted slightly, taking a step back, but I kept my grip on her apron, pulling her slightly forward. She gasped when my eyes met hers.

  “Uhm. Uhh.”

  I pushed harder along that heated crevice of hers and watched her eyes glaze over. “That sounds delicious as long as you moan that for me as I devour that pie.”

  She pursed her lips and grabbing her apron she yanked it away from me. I smiled as I watched her, folding my hands neatly on top of the table while I waited.

  Clearing her throat, a bright blush kissing her cheeks, she proceeded to list them all for me. “There’s chocolate pie, key lime pie, ch-cherry,” I smiled as she stuttered, “apple, peanut butter cream…”

  “Peanut Butter Cream Pie sounds pretty good.”

  “I’ll put the order in,” she whispered, but as she turned to leave, I grabbed her apron again, forcing her to stay put.

  “Make sure it’s a big slice, baby girl. I’m a hungry man,” I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, slightly grazing my fingertips beneath her skirt and she stilled. Biting her lip, she stared down into my eyes and I knew instinctively her pussy was wet. A woman didn’t look at a man like that unless they needed somethin’ from him. And this kitten was begging me for it.

  “How old are you, baby girl?”

  “Twenty-one,” she breathed.

  “Just perfect for me aren’t ya?”

  “Please,” her lip quivered, and traces of fear crossed her eyes. I frowned and slowly pulled my hand back from the softness of her thigh.

  “I’m not gonna lie, I want you. But I’m not gonna hurt ya. Not that type of man, Sweetheart. Not unless you want me to be. Now, go on. Go get me that pie.”

  She stared at me for a minute. Assessing me with those deep brown eyes of hers. I could get lost in them if she’d let me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “You better.”

  I saw the blush creep up her cheeks just as she turned away, and I smiled once again. She was innocent alright. Innocent and ripe, but not the type for a quick fuck back in the stockroom. No. She was the type you lay on a warm mattress and took your time with. The sweet type you savored and taught. I’d bet anything she’d never had a man inside her and that thought alone had my blood heating up.

  I stared out the window as I couldn’t recall the last time, I had a woman like her warm my bed. No. I’d had the club whores lurking around, at one point I’d given them what they wanted, then sent them away, all satisfied and wobbly legged. But I hadn’t had a woman grace my bed in years. Didn’t even think about it until tonight. This sweet little thing, I wanted to make sweet love to her for days on end. I wanted to drown in the taste of her pussy and make her cry daddy as I pounded my cock into her. A cock I knew she’d never felt before. Fuck, that alone had me groaning in discomfort.

  The sweet scent of oranges interrupted my thoughts, and I looked down as a big slice of pie was set in front of me. She’d pulled her long chocolate brown waves along her right shoulder and the feathery strands grazed my forearm. I imagined my fist curling in her hair as I pulled on it while I finger fucked her pretty cunt.

  Fuck.

  Her eyes met mine and we just stayed that way for a long moment. “Who are you?” I whispered as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “Meg.”

  I gave her, what I could only assume was a grin, hidden behind a coarse beard. I hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. “It’s really nice to meet you, baby girl.”

  “You too,” her breathy whisper floated along my lips and I wanted to grip the back of her head and drink off those lips. Instead I fisted the fork and held myself still.

  “Enjoy, biker boy.” She winked at me before twirling and sauntering off.

  The night went on. Guests came in and out, and every now and then she’d come by, blush as I made an excuse to touch her while she refilled my cup. She’d bite her lip before heading to another table, and on and on it went. Every now and then I’d catch her eyeing me, and when I did, she’d look a way, biting back a smile. She was an innocent little flirt, but I wasn’t one to flirt. When I wanted a woman, I let her know it right away. No games, no hustles. But this one, for some reason, had me all wrapped up in her little game. Her innocent flirting and sweetness was making my blood pump hot. I wanted to bite that lip as she rode my cock. Spread her legs while I made her my baby girl cry out for daddy.

  What fucked up tendencies were those?

  But fuck if I cared. I wanted to be this beauty’s daddy.

  “When do you get off?” I asked as she poured me another cup of coffee.

  “Not for another few hours.”

  “You usually work this late?”

  “I work third shift, go to school during the day.”

  I frowned. “You live alone, baby girl.”

  She laughed as she looked down at me. One hand propped on her hip the other in her apron pocket. She arched a brow and gave me an amused look. Pretty little thing.

  “Now why would I tell you that?”

  “Because I know you want me in your bed as badly as I wanna be there.”

  She smiled at me and just as swiftly as that smile appeared, it disappeared as the doorbells jingled announcing another patron. She turned to look at the man who’d just walked in. Late thirties, slim build, had a dark glint in his eyes. He had on a Sheriff’s uniform, on the right side of the black bomber jacket read Jebediah Crawford, Sheriff. On the left was the Bucks County patch. The son of a bitch looked smug as he sauntered in and took a seat at the bar, slamming his hand down on the counter like he owned the damn place.

  Meg’s attention on me wavered and she slowly made her way over to the Sheriff. When she approached, he reached out and grabbed her apron, yanking her against him. He slid his hand along the curve of her ass and as I moved to stand, she brushed his hand away and frowned. She turned her head away when he tried stroking her cheek and instead of getting the point, he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.

  “You look at me, when I’m talking to you.”

  “I’m working, Jeb.”

  “Awww, come on baby. I missed you.”

  “I told you, I don’t want to see you again.”

  “That’s not what you told me a few nights ago.”

  She narrowed her eyes on him and leaned in. “A few nights ago, I thought you were a respectable lawman. Now I just think you’re a creep.”

  He slid his hand around her waist and pulled her in again, my hands gripping the table as my eyes remained glued on them.

  Just one word, baby girl. One word and I’ll rip his dirty hands off for touching you.

  “Just leave me alone, Jeb.”

  “I don’t ask twice, and I don’t beg, Meg.”

  He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away. Taking a quick glance at me, she ducked her head and walked towards the kitchen. I relaxed for a second as I stared down the man who had just put his grimy hands all over my sweet woman. It didn’t look like she
wanted to be anywhere near him, on the contrary, she looked put off and afraid.

  She wandered out, a receipt in hand and avoiding him she came over and placed it on my table. “You can stay as long as you like, just thought you’d want the check.”

  Sliding my hand around her wrist, I caught her attention. She gave out a small gasp at the touch of my hand and closed her eyes.

  “Please,” she whispered, staring back at the Sheriff who was now shooting daggers at me.

  “Is he bothering you, baby girl?”

  “N-no. No,” her bottom lip began to quiver while I searched her face. “He’s just a friend.”

  I tightened my hold on her wrist and forced her to come closer. “Don’t lie to me, now. He doesn’t look like much of a friend.”

  She stared into my eyes and I could almost smell the fear coming off her. “You want me to take care of him, for ya?”

  “Oh. Oh, no, please. Please just leave it.”

  “I don’t like the way he touched you.”

  “Please don’t. Just stay away from him.”

  “Hey!” I looked up to find the so-called Sheriff getting up and walking over to us. He was a son of a bitch who took advantage of his badge to make anyone bow down to him. Well, he was about to bark up the wrong tree. I’d come across way too many of these assholes in my lifetime to feel the least intimidated by them.

  Meg went to stop him, but I pulled on her wrist, holding her back. “Don’t,” I demanded, and she listened like the good girl she was.

  “Get your hands off her!”

  I smirked as I got up from my seat and purposely wrapped my arm around her waist. “Says who?”