Biker Bear Billionaire (Bear Creek Clan 5)
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Authors: Harmony Raines
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Biker Bear Billionaire
Bear Creek Clan
(Book Five)
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Note from the author:
My books are written, produced and edited in the UK where spellings and word usage can vary from U.S. English. The use of quotes in dialogue and other punctuation can also differ.
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This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. All characters within are eighteen years of age or older. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental.
© 2015 Harmony Raines
Silver Moon Erotica
Kindle Edition
She slipped her hand around his cock, and stroked him. He was already hard; he had been since he first scented her. He always knew when she was within a mile of him, her scent would tickle his senses, and then that tickle would turn into a burning need. A need that always had to be denied. But tonight she had come to his home. Tonight was different, and he needed to know why.
“What do you want?”
“Why do you think I want something?”
“Because you are here.”
“Can’t I just be here to see you?” Her hand continued its lazy motion, so soft, so subtle, she would bring him to his knees.
“That’s not part of the deal, is it?”
“Do you want me to go?” She squeezed just that bit harder.
“Fuck, Freyja, you’re going to make me come.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
He pulled away from her. “And what do you want, to bring me to my knees, make me beg like a dog?”
He went to the kitchen, and grabbed the ever-present bottle of whiskey. Tipping his head back, he gulped it down until he felt his erection subside.
“Shit.” When he turned back, she was stood before him. Naked. All voluptuous curves, he wanted to bury himself inside her and never leave her warm embrace.
“This is what you want. So take it.”
“What’s going on, Freyja?” He took another gulp, and then hung onto the countertop to stop himself going over to her and fucking her hard and long. Fucking her in the way he had fantasized about for the last ten years. Ten years, seven months and three days. Not that he’d counted.
“I’ve come to do a trade.”
Now he laughed. “You are selling yourself like a cheap whore, for what?”
She looked a little embarrassed; perhaps no one else would be able to see it. But her face, her many moods were ingrained in his subconscious. This was harder than she was letting on. He saw his advantage, and he pushed for it.
Taking his self-control firmly in both hands, he walked over to her casually. Well, as casual as you can be when your cock is throbbing to be let loose.
She stood her ground, but her body tensed: she couldn’t help it. The effect she had on him was mirrored in her. He always forgot that, he always thought it was him that was weak, but in reality, she struggled every single day too. She probably could tell him down to the last minute how long it had been since they had known they were true mates.
“You’ve put on a few pounds.”
She closed her eyes and mentally tried to bat him away. “Charming.”
“It wasn’t a criticism.” He was so close; he knew she could feel his warm breath across her skin. Her nipples hardened, and he saw her swallow, trying to keep her thoughts off the bedroom.
He lifted his finger and trailed it across her body, a full one centimetre away from her skin, but he might as well be touching her. She could feel it, his skin against hers; she closed her eyes, and now he could see her blinking back tears.
Why did they do this to each other? Why tease and torment?
“What do you want?” he repeated, tired of games.
He stopped in front of her, his hands by his sides, his control his own once more. If she were here, like this, it must be bad. If she was here, like this, he must be her last resort.
“I am here to trade myself for the land at Garrow’s Creek.”
He laughed. A mixture of confusion and relief.
“What’s so funny? I thought I would be worth that much to you.”
“Freyja. Put your clothes back on and go home. If this is how you think you will persuade me to fuck you, you are mistaken. I’m not in the mood for games.
He went back to the counter and took another long draw from the bottle.
Ashamed and humiliated once more at the hand of Will “Damn” Frasier
. She bent down and picked up her coat. Turning away from him, to shield herself while she pulled it on, she tried to ignore how wet she was for him. She had thought she was strong, stronger than this, anyway. All she had done tonight was give him more ammunition against her.
Pulling the belt tight, she turned, set her sights on the door, and headed for it. He was there first.
“Not so fast. I told you to get dressed. I didn’t tell you, you could leave.”
“Now who’s playing games, Will?”
“I’m sorry, but if I’m not mistaken you are the one trespassing. Your clan lives ten miles that way. Since when does the mighty Stuart McCormac, Chief of the Bear Bluff Clan, send his daughter to do his dirty work?”
She couldn’t meet his eyes, and she knew the instant he read her thoughts. He laughed again. She was going to have to kill him; if he wouldn’t help her, she would simply wring his damn neck. Anything would be better than having to put up with his self-satisfied face.
“He doesn’t know, does he? Your big, bad daddy doesn’t know you’re here.” More whiskey.
“I’m his heir, I don’t need his permission.”
“You’re his little girl. I think he would be very interested to know his little girl goes around prostituting herself.”
“He wouldn’t believe you.” Her temper was rising now, partly with anger, and partly because she knew she had unwittingly given him the upper hand. She needed to learn to think things through better.
Not that she hadn’t spent the last week thinking this through. Thinking of ways around it and always coming back to the same place. If they stood any chance of regaining their lands, she had to get Will to help her.
“He’ll believe me if I put you in my truck and take you back over there half naked.”
“You wouldn’t dare...” And then her voice broke. “Listen, Will. I’m sorry. I made a mistake. I think you of all people know that I’m not the only one to mess things up.” She hadn’t meant it to come over so bitchy.
“Oh, so we’re going to rake over all that, are we...”
“No,” she said, taking a deep, shuddering breath. “No. I just thought that if I offered you something you valued, you might have helped me. I guess I was wrong.”
“About what?”
She shook her head, confused.
“Do you think I don’t know what you’re worth? To me.” His voice was low, tinged with emotion so deep she knew she would drown in it if she ever glimpsed it fully.
“It’s been a long time. I wasn’t sure if you’d filled the ... void.”
“Void. Abyss, black hole...”
“I get it,” she said confused. He always confused her. Ten years ago he had turned her down, said it wasn't right for them to be together even though they were fated mates. But then, on the rare occasions they came face to face it was as if it was taboo, forbidden in some way. Yet the thing he wanted more than life itself, it was there in his sweet smile and his soft, dark eyes.
“So now we’ve got that out of the way. The next question is, were you wrong about me helping you?”
“Will you? Will you sign our ancient grounds back over to my clan?”
“Freyja. I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
“Frasier Corporation has acquired the deeds to the lands. They are planning on tearing it up and building on it.”
“What?”
“How can you not know?”
“Because ... I don’t.”
“Well, perhaps if you spent less time drinking and hanging out with your greasy biker buddies, you might know when the whole world is going to pot.”
“Hey, hang on a minute. This has nothing to do with my biker friends. In fact, it has nothing to do with me. I’m not the one who got careless and allowed someone to gain ownership of the most important part of my territory.” He raised an annoying eyebrow at her. She so hated it when he was right.
The fight went out of her; all she could picture was her father, once proud, pacing around like a caged bear. His face haggard, the weight dropping off him, and the worst thing by far, he seemed unable to change. He hadn’t managed to conquer his bear in weeks; it eluded him, as if it had deserted him along with all of his hope.
“I’m not sure how it happened. My father won’t talk about it. Won’t point the finger of blame, instead he’s taken it on himself.” She ran her hand over her eyes, brushing away unshed tears. “I’m scared, Will.”
In that moment, they were like two childhood friends once more. High on the top of Druid Peak, Freyja having lost her footing, and Will telling her to reach for him. In that moment, when her hand had grasped his, she should have known they were true mates. But they didn’t. The realisation had come much later.
“Come here, Freyja,” he said, putting his arm around her and guiding her to the sofa. “Let’s sit down, I’ll put some coffee on and you can tell me all about it.”
“No. I should go. If my father found out I’d come to you for help, it might be the final shock to send him to an early grave.”
“He doesn’t have to know. I’ll get you home safely, and he’ll be none the wiser.”
“Why would you help me, Will? I’ve been so awful to you.”
“You know why, Freyja.” He sat her down, and went to the kitchen, busying himself with putting coffee on. She was sure it was to give himself something to do, something that put distance between them.
“I thought you inherited the corporation from your father.”
He hesitated before answering. “I did.”
“So why don’t you know about this? Why can’t you stop it?”
He placed two mugs out and carefully measured the coffee. “Carson runs the corporation.”
“Then go in there and tell him to give it back to us,” she demanded, angry that he seemed unwilling to step in and help her. She had to remind herself that she had no real right to ask anything of him. But that didn’t stop her. He knew how much it meant to her and her clan.
He poured hot water into the mugs and stirred them, concentrating on the spoon as it circled round and round until she thought he had hypnotised himself. It was a couple of minutes before he spoke. “It has nothing to do with me, Freyja. I handed the corporation over to Carson.”
“Why?”
“It’s complicated ... and private. I had my reasons, that’s all you need to know.”
“I had no idea. I mean, I know you spend most of your time messing around with your biker gang. But I assumed you left Carson in charge. Not that he was in charge. More that you delegated the work to him. I never thought you would hand it over to him. Is that what your father wanted?”