She took it without complaint, and he glanced around the bar. He knew Dallas had come here a lot when he was going through his shit after his son and ex-wife died. It was hokey, but the bar had a certain charm to it. The waitress was back with another shot and a beer, and left without saying anything. Stinger looked at her ass, watched it shake underneath the thin material of her skirt, but his fucking dick didn’t stir at all. What he needed to do was find a willing female and screw her, and help to erase the images of what he wanted to do with Molly out of his head. But even thinking that all he could picture was Molly, and that alone had his cock punching forward and digging into his fly. He tossed the shot back, felt the burn of the alcohol run down his throat and waited a minute before taking a swig of his beer. He didn’t need the beer as a chaser, but it would give him that extra jumpstart in getting drunk and, he hoped, wash away this need for her.

  Just because the Grizzly MC members had old ladies did not mean Stinger needed one, especially a female that had a background with another club, and had a kid with one of the members. For one thing he had sensed the possessive need inside of Malice, and knew that the other man wanted Molly. He didn’t know how deep Malice’s proprietary desire to keep Molly ran, but in the end it didn’t matter, because it was still there.

  He drank the rest of his beer in two swallows and slammed his bottle down hard enough that his shot glass tipped on its side, and several of the people in the bar glanced his way. His bear was fucking pissed at the thought of Molly with any other male, which was a ludicrous reaction, but one that was unavoidable. Stinger’s human side wasn’t any better in the rage that consumed him. It wasn’t that she had a child, but the fact that she was with another. But she wasn’t Stinger’s, had never been his, and he told himself repeatedly that they all had pasts. Getting angry over something that no one had control over was an asinine thing to do, but he was an animal at heart, and there was no controlling the emotions that coursed through him.

  A table of bar flies glanced over at him, their make-up so thick he could see it even from the distance. One of them stood and made her way over to him, her clear confidence thick around her. She stopped at his table, glanced over her shoulder at her friends who were grinning and eye fucking him at the same time, and then turned back to him.

  “Hey there.” She leaned forward far enough that she had to brace her forearms on the table to hold herself up. The table was low enough that the position she was trying to be in—one that had her tits nearly coming out of her top—was the farthest thing from sexy. “I see you’re all alone.” She lifted a shoulder, and her breasts jiggled from the movement.

  Stinger’s once hard-on had deflated as soon as he had seen her, and now it was to the point of vanishing altogether. “You must not be from Steel Corner.” He held no emotion in his voice and kept his expression stoic. He wanted her gone.

  “What makes you say that?” She slid her hand forward an inch and ran it over the couple of drops of whiskey that had spilled from his shot glass when it tipped over. She brought her wet fingers to her lips and sucked them inside.

  He still showed no emotion, and in fact found her attempt at seduction to have the opposite effect. He wore his Grizzly MC cut, and if she had been from Steel Corner she would have heard the rumors about the club, and known to stay the fuck away. At least she would have if she was smart. But right now she was trying to play with a bear, and one that was in a foul mood as it was. “Not interested.” He turned to look at the waitress and gesture for another round, but she was on top of shit and had another shot and beer to him before he could even get her attention. Stinger grabbed the shot and tossed it back. His throat was numb, but it was the good kind of feeling as the alcohol moved through his veins.

  “Not interested?” The female stood from her leaning position.

  Clearly she wasn’t used to being turned down, and Stinger supposed any desperate male would have jumped all over her. He wasn’t a desperate male, despite the fact he was in this hovel of a bar. “No.” He didn’t say anymore to her, but it was clear she wasn’t the smart type of female. Not like Molly, because she was still standing by his table and looking at him like she didn’t understand what he had just said.

  “You don’t like girls?” There was a sarcastic tone in her voice.

  Stinger grabbed his beer and brought it to his mouth. He drank half of it while staring at her. Whether he liked females or not wasn’t the issue here. He didn’t want her, but wasn’t about to repeat himself. Under the harsh light right above his table her true age showed. She had to be in her late forties, but she hadn’t aged with grace. She was the type of woman who had been ridden hard and put away soaking wet.

  “Well, dammit, all the hard-bodied ones are always into guys.” She pouted her red painted lips and turned to leave.

  Stinger finished off his beer and stood. He was already feeling the buzz of the alcohol, and had known as soon as he stepped inside of the bar that he’d need to call a brother to come pick him up, but going home or to the clubhouse didn’t sound appealing at all. He tossed a few bills on the table and moved out of the bar. Once he was outside he stood there a moment and took a deep breath. The air was crisp, and the scent of a rainstorm filled his nose. Letting his gaze go across the street, he stared at the motel, and then looked at the motel room where he knew Molly was in. He felt like some kind of asshole. He had driven across the street when she had gone into the motel office but he had just sat in his SUV and watched her walk to her room. His bear was pacing inside of him, itching to walk across the street, slam his fist on the door until she opened it, and end this wild need inside of him. Did he honestly give two fucks that they knew nothing about each other, that she had connections to Malice, or that they had just met a week ago? No, he didn’t care, because he wanted her too damn badly, so much so that he felt like tearing out of his skin as he let his bear free and let the bastard out to claim her. Was this how his brothers felt when they had found their old ladies? Did they feel this need to fuck up a guy that had previously been with their females? Because Stinger sure as hell wanted to bust in Malice’s face over touching the woman that Stinger wanted.

  Before Stinger knew what he was doing he was walking across the street and headed right to the room where Molly was. This was a bad fucking idea, but at the same time it felt too damn good to force himself to stop. He was in front of her door only minutes later, bracing his hands on the door frame and lowering his head. He stared at his scuffed up boots and then closed his eyes, trying to control himself. He was perilously close to shifting as it was, but being so close to Molly in this state, feeling his cock swell once again at the idea of being with her, had Stinger feeling volatile and fierce, and ready to break the door down. Instead he let go of the doorframe and stood to his full six-foot-four height. His heart was pumping so hard and fast, and arousal, excitement, and anticipation filled him. He had stopped things from advancing in his SUV, but Molly had wanted him, would have given herself to him, and all he could keep thinking about, and actually smelling, was the sweet scent of her pussy all wet and primed for him.

  He brought his knuckles down on the door three times. Through the wood he could smell the warm, humid and clean scent of the shower she had just taken. The image of her curvy, naked body slammed into his head, causing his cock to throb even harder, and had him curling his fingers into his palms until the sting of pain shot up his forearms. The sounds of the lock disengaging on the other side of the door finally opening had him instantly going on alert. And then there she stood, in nothing but a white t-shirt and pair of sleep shorts. Her red hair was damp, and the strands looked darker. The shirt she had on was thin, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. He squeezed his hands together tighter as he stared at those huge mounds, at the way her nipples seemed to harden further under his gaze, and the fact he picked up on her increased breathing.

  “Stinger?” She phrased it like a question, but there was no surprise in her voice. In fact, she sounded like she was breathless, and had been waiting for him to come to her.

  They stood there for a minute, neither saying anything, but the hot desire bounced between them as if it had a life of its own. And then, as if there was this cord pulling them closer, Stinger just reacted. He stepped inside, forced her to move back from the sudden action, and then slammed the door shut. He was feeling on edge at the moment, and closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The entire room smelled fresh, clean, and was saturated with her arousal. The sound of their combined breathing was obscene in its intensity, and then they were both moving at the same time. Clashing with her in the center of the room, Stinger wound his hands through her long, wet hair, curled his fingers around the locks, and tilted her head back. A gasp left her, and he knew it was a mixture of pleasure and pain. He claimed her mouth, stroked her lips with his tongue before plunging it into the warm, sweet depths of her mouth, and then fucked her with it. In and out, faster and harder, he became a man—a bear—intent on having her in every way imaginable. He broke the kiss, but wasn’t nearly done with her. Moving his lips along her cheek, jaw, and then finally stopping at the crook of her neck he inhaled deeply and let out a low growl.

  “I don’t even know your name.” She had tilted her head to the side to give him better access, and dug her nails into his biceps.

  He growled again, and then inhaled once more, loving that she smelled so fucking good. “Do we need names for what we are going to do, Molly?” He may know her first name, and she knew the nickname he went by, but right now the only thing he could concentrate on was sticking his dick deep inside of her wet pussy and fucking her until she couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. Oh, this wasn’t just about sex with her, at least he didn’t think it was because his bear was becoming a territorial bastard concerning her, but they had time for details when they got this wild desire out of them.

  She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. It was sheer strength that had him moving away, because he sure as fuck didn’t want to. She stared at him and licked her lips slow and seductive like. “I need to know the name of the guy that is going to be inside of me.”

  Christ. If she knew what it did to him at hearing her say that she would have run in the other direction. As it was he was ready to tackle her to the ground, tear her clothes off, and feast on her body. He stared her in the eyes, watched her pupils dilate, and cleared his throat. He was seconds away from shifting and going all “Mine” on her ass, but he wasn’t going to push this, and tell her they had time for this later. If she had been with a shifter before she would have known they were more animal than human, and that needed to be sated right away.

  “Jackson Frost, but everyone calls me Stinger.” He honestly didn’t even know how he had gotten the name anymore. It had been with him for as long as he had been in the MC. At forty years old he had been with the MC for the last twenty years. They were his family, his rock, but right now the only thing he cared about was Molly, and how fucking insane was that?

  “Molly Clark,” she said still breathless.

  Now that the formal shit was taken care of, or at least a small portion of it, he needed her. Stinger wanted to know all about her, but he couldn’t think past his dick and the need to mate with her in the most primal of ways right now. Neither said anything for a second, and then he was on her again, his hands in her hair, tugging harshly at the strands until she parted her lips against his and he breathed in her air. The next few seconds were fast and frantic with him tearing her shirt and shorts away. He took a step back, looked his fill at her curvy, sexy body, and took his cut off. Setting it on the chair to the side, he all but tore his shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts rose and fell as she took in the sight of his chest, and male satisfaction left him that she was pleased with what she saw. He could smell her approval, and smelled her pussy getting wetter the longer she looked at him.

  Stinger let his gaze travel down her generous hips, over her deliciously rounded belly, and stopped when he got to her pussy. The trimmed thatch of dark reddish hair covered her mound in only a thin strip—a landing strip pointing right to the spot he was going to claim. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. Slipping his gaze back up her body, he looked at her face, saw her gaze locked on his jeans, and felt another surge of desire. Stinger reached behind him for his wallet, grabbed a condom, and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. Once he was naked in front of her he grabbed the root of his cock and stroked himself. The fucker was hard as steel, and he used the lubrication at the tip to make his stroking even quicker, more pleasurable.

  “Touch yourself.” He lowered his head but kept his gaze locked on her face. “Touch your breasts, Molly. Tweak your nipples until they are so fucking hard for me they hurt.” It was getting harder and harder to form coherent words as his animal was pushing for supremacy. He watched with barely restrained desire as she lifted her trembling fingers and cupped the big mounds. They overflowed in her hands, and he knew as soon as he touched them, they would still be too big for him to hold. But he fucking loved that, loved that she wasn’t small and skinny, but built like a woman.

  Molly grabbed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pulled and twisted the peaks, and gasped out as if the pleasure and pain were almost too much for her to handle.

  “Tell me how good it feels, baby.” He ground out the words and continued to stroke himself as he watched her. But he kept dipping his gaze to her pussy, and imagined her on the bed with her legs spread and her lips parted for him.

  “It’s good, Stinger.”

  A low growl left him, and he moved so he was in front of her again. Pushing her hands away so he could take hold of her tits, he kneaded the flesh until she grew like putty in his hands. Her flesh was firm yet soft, hot and smooth, with hard peaks that had his mouth watering. Stinger dipped his head and ran his tongue over her left nipple, sucked it in his mouth, and then did the same to her right. He did this over and over again until she had her hands buried in his hair and pulled on the strands hard enough that a hiss left him. “That’s it, baby, pull my hair, make me hurt.” He wanted her to do a lot more to him than that, and he wanted to do a hell of a lot more to her. Moving away from her breasts, but taking her mouth in a hard, unyielding and brutal kiss , he inhaled her gasps and moans of pleasure. He walked them backward until he knew the bed was right behind her, and something wild snapped inside of him. He pushed her back on the bed with enough force that she bounced on it twice before stilling. But Molly didn’t have a frightened look on her face. She was just as aroused as he was, just as excited at what was to come, and he was going to make her scream for more before the night was over with, because Stinger and his bear were ready to own the fuck out of her.

  Chapter Six

  Molly sat on the bed, her heart pounding so hard she thought it could very well burst right through her chest. This was the most spontaneous and illogical thing she had ever done. Sleeping with a guy she hardly knew anything about, and had only actually “known” for a little over a week’s time, was nothing she had ever ventured into. She played her life safe, well, as safe as could be given the fact having a child with an MC member meant she was involved in the motorcycle club for life.

  “Feet flat on the bed, and spread your legs so I can see your pussy.” Stinger’s voice was deep, low, and there was a bit of something not quite human about the tone.

  This very submissive need inside of her to do exactly what he said, when he said it, rode her hard, and she found herself doing what he asked without question. Molly had never been the one to submit so easily, but with Stinger she found herself doing a lot of things she never thought she would do. When her feet were on the bed, she glanced down and watched as he stroked himself from root to tip. He was a big man, hard and muscular, and well over a foot taller than she was. Molly had never been a small woman, and had always had curves and been on the thicker side. Maybe it was the fact that after she had Dakota her body had never been quite the same. Her thighs were thicker, her hips wider, and her belly a little too full for some men’s taste. She loved her body, even the stretch marks she had gotten while pregnant. But Stinger made her feel small by his sheer muscular size and height, and the alpha-ness that poured from him. Not to mention the fact he stared at her like he was dying for a sample of her flesh.

  “Spread your legs. I am barely holding on as it is, and I need you to give me this control.” He started stroking himself harder and faster, and a drop of clear fluid dotted the tip of his cock right before he spread his palm over the crest and used it as lubrication. The tattoos that covered his upper chest and shoulders were brightly colored and a canvas of designs.

  But she could make out a bullet wound on his arm, and had seen one on his leg when he had taken his pants off. She looked back in his face and saw that his pupils were completely dilated and eating up the green irises. He looked like a demon ready to take control of her. But God, Molly wanted that, wanted him to take possession of her in a way that she had never experienced. Spreading her thighs as wide as they could go, she felt her labia part, and her muscles stretch from the strain. The lighting in the room wasn’t the best. It was bright, almost obtrusive, and no doubt showed every single “flaw” she had, but Stinger looked at her like he had never seen a more attractive woman. That had a surge of power moving through her. The wetness that came from her was an obscene amount, and she felt it slip down the crease of her ass the longer he stared at her between the thighs.

  “Fuck, you have no idea how you look to me right now,” he said as he still stared at her pussy and stroked his cock. “The things I want to do to you are so fucked up they’d scare you if I said them out loud.”