Bear Mates (California Bears #2) (2 page)

“You work for
me
, Thrash! I’m the only one that gets to make demands!”

Thrash had gotten sick and tired of hearing her whining. He unlocked the door and marched inside.

“
Hellooo!
I’m talking to you...” Kayla sassed refusing to let the argument just die already.

He just wanted to SHUT HER UP. Thrash finally rocked back, refusing to stay silent any longer.

“You wanna fight me so bad...” Thrash pummeled his chest like a feral beast drunken with rage. “Go ahead.
Hit me
.”

Kayla tilted her head a little to the left.
Oh, you’ve gone and done it now.
She thought. Kayla sprang in the air and lashed Thrash across his face. Thrash stood still as a statue with a grin on his face as she pummeled him weakly in his broad chest. Once Kayla tired, Thrash looked down at her with his piercing gaze. He groped the plump flesh of her thighs and tackled Kayla on the couch.

Thrash could feel his cock gorging underneath his denim jeans. Thrash drew a deep breath, slamming her against the wall. He didn’t understand how he could hate someone so much, but also ache to slide his cock into her wet warm heat.

Kayla’s heart pounded in her chest when Thrash ripped down the front of her shirt and lacy bra. He closed his mouth over her nipple and licked it with his gloriously long wet tongue.

Why does Thrash get me so hot?
Kayla thought as Thrash gripped the back of her curvy ass.

Kayla moaned, gasping as Thrash worked his knee between her thighs.

“Oh, you’re much quieter now...I see. Now, I know what it takes to shut you up,” He growled darkly as his feral arousal completely took over.

Kayla fussed with his belt, yanking it free from his pants and then forced down Thrash’s jeans.

God, his cock...

She almost felt numb at the thought of his big grizzly-sized cock straining inside of her. Thrash’s eyes outlined the supple curves of Kayla’s breasts, craving their sweet taste in his mouth again. The swollen tip of his cock eased up near her lips, rampantly erect, and urging itself to push inside her.

Kayla hitched a breath, parting her legs even further. Thrash groaned as he mounted her, heaving his cock deeply inside Kayla’s seductive pussy. Thrash’s cock swelled as Kayla lowered herself up and down his thick pulsing shaft.

Thrash groaned again, at the gentle touch of Kayla’s cleavage on his chest.

He feels so warm inside me.

Kayla felt pleasure of the likes she never felt before. Thrash fucked her even harder once the enticing smell of her stretched heat wafted into his sensitive nose.

Beams of sunlight from the wide open windows hit Thrash’s back, slick with sweat as from his steady powerful thrusts.

Feeling himself on the edge of a full force come, Thrash’s body jerked at the sound of the doorbell.

“I thought you said this place was a secret?” Thrash growled, shoving his still hard cock back into his jeans—unsatisfied.

Kayla bit down hard on her lower lip, dropping her eyes. “Well, no one does know. Except for one person...”

Both of them got dressed in a confusing hurry. Thrash held Kayla back just as he prepared to open the front door.

Once he swung it open, another tall attractive man stood at her door.

A roguish smile spread across the stranger’s face.

“Long time no see...” he said in a husky voice.

Thrash pointed to the smug jerk standing in the doorway. “You know this man?” he growled.

Kayla stepped next to stranger. “Yes, this is Leif Mandrake—my boyfriend.”

L
eif hugged Kayla and Thrash uttered a low guttural snarl.

“I came down here as soon as I heard about the attack during your magazine shoot,” Leif urged, holding onto Kayla dearly.

Leif Mandrake was a professional male model, and an aspiring rapper. And Kayla and his relationship had been a staple on social media and had been splashed in all of the tabloids. Leif was much younger than Kayla and rumors we’re going around that he only dated her for fame and fortune.

Thrash himself knew that he never should have gotten involved with his client. His carnal animal instincts just got the best of him.

Kayla, on the other hand, sensed that Thrash was hiding something. And he’d rather make love to her than tell her what’s troubling his mind.

Typical were-bear man...

“Your manager and I were just talking about you a minute ago... Do you need a ride to the recording studio?” Leif asked looking upon Kayla with his smoldering yellow eyes.

Kayla needed to meet with her record producers downtown so she could record a demo of her newest single. Thrash stomped his foot hard, nearly shaking the walls. Thrash didn’t like this “Leif Mandrake.” Not at all. To Thrash, he was nothing but a pretty boy whelp. Thrash charged forward and protested.

“She needs to stay right where she is... The stalker is still out there!”

Leif cocked his head to one side, taking stock of Thrash’s burly intimidating appearance. “Are you
joking
? Kay isn’t gonna become a hermit because some idiot fan is a little overzealous. Tell him, Kay! If she doesn’t go to the studio she might as well flush her entire career down the toilet...”

Kayla stood silent in between Leif and Thrash until finally she slipped her hand underneath Leif’s slender muscular arm.

“He’s right,” she nodded agreeing.

“Well, I think that’s obvious...I know a little bit more about show business than some uptight, malcontent bodyguard...” Leif jeered turning his back on Thrash.

Leif then peered down into Kayla’s big brown eyes.

“Somehow, I feel like all of this is my fault, I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight.”

Even though everyone told Kayla dating a totally narcissistic model like Leif was foolish, Leif always made her feel safe, desired and sexy. Leif leaned in with the look of thirst in his eyes. His hands drifted down Kayla’s curvy sides. And he took her into his mouth, kissing Kayla deeply. Thrash grunted
very
audibly. Thrash had the mind to snap this little twerp’s neck.

Kayla could see the jumping nerve on Thrash’s forehead and pulled away from Leif.

“
Fine
, you two lead—I’ll follow,” Thrash growled.

*

K
ayla lifted a pair of bulky head phones to her ears as she stepped up to the microphone. She stood in a recording booth with a glass window right in front of her. She eyed Thrash standing very erect and brutish right next to Leif. Ever since what happened in her home in the Hollywood Hills, Kayla couldn’t rid her thoughts of Thrash’s handsome rakish abs and his ability to tell her like it is and not put up with her shit.

When Kayla started singing, Thrash’s ears pricked up to the sound of her voice. Until this moment, he thought Kayla’s voice could only sound bratty or sassy. But now, it sounded so pleasing to his twitching ears. Thrash didn’t understand music or why stupid humans would pay good money to listen to someone else’s voice—but now he fully understood.

His eyes sighted an envelope slipped underneath the door behind him. Thrash kneeled down slowly and fetched it in his hand. His eyes scanned the letter:

Kayla,

Can’t wait to pound you until it hurts...

—xoxo

Leif noticed a
very
agitated Thrash moving towards the recording booth door.

“What do you think you’re doing, Big Guy? You can’t just go interrupting her in the middle of a song...” Leif shouted. After shoving the pretty boy aside, Thrash barged into Kayla’s recording session.

Kayla glared at Thrash.

“Kinda busy here, don’t’cha think you can wait until I’m finished...”

Thrash just tried to simply drag her, but Kayla resisted.

“Listen, I’m not just some ragdoll you can tote around, alright?” Kayla hissed.

Thrash wasn’t going to walk on eggshells on her account. His job was to protect her. Defend her at all costs—even from herself.

“You hired me to keep you safe, but ignore all of my advice.
Go ahead
and risk your life, it doesn’t mean I have to stand here and watch you do it...” Thrash growled. He had his fill of Kayla’s games.

Thrash then marched out of the recording studio. Kayla followed after.

“What? Wait, are you
quitting
?” Kayla asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing,” Thrash grunted.

“Hey, at least I’m not hiding who I am under some ‘macho tough guy’ exterior. You can’t just ditch me, I’m doing a live show tomorrow...”

Thrash didn’t even bother to respond, and he made no attempt to try and convince Kayla any further.

“If you walk out that door, don’t you
ever
think of coming back!” Kayla shouted half-hoping that her empty threat would stop the powerful Thrash in his tracks.

But it didn’t, and Kayla silently studied his back as he took off out the door.

K
ayla had been signed up as a musical guest on the Late Night with Timmy Talon show. She hated T.V. gigs, because as a curvy girl, she couldn’t stand how the camera always added an extra few pounds. She sat in front of a brightly lit vanity mirror while her make-up was being applied. Leif hovered in the background.

“Babe, I can tell something’s obviously wrong. Who gives a shit about that Thrash guy? He’s just cramping our style,
am I right
?” Leif crowed over Kayla’s shoulder and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m here to protect you. As long as you got me around, you’ve got nothing to be afraid of...”

Not so surprisingly, that offered Kayla little comfort. She missed having Thrash’s scowl-y face around. And she loved the way that they were always at each other’s throats.

Leif could see that even though Kayla stood right in front of him, she was completely gone.

“Babe?” he called low and dark. “Babe? The host called you to the stage...”

Kayla snapped out of her day dreaming and regarded herself one more time in the mirror. For the first time, since—well,
ever
. She had been struck with stage fright. Without Thrash standing sullenly nearby, Kayla worried that some one out there might
actually
hurt her.

“Uh—yeah. Sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Just jitters... I guess,” she uttered, heading towards the stage.

“Good luck out there, babe. Break a leg...” Leif grinned with narrowing yellow eyes.

Kayla stepped into the spotlight in front of the studio audience. She started singing, feeling her heart thud hard in her chest.

Creak!

Kayla tilted her head at the sound of a creaking noise above her.
It’s all in your head, you’re just anxious—that’s all.
She repeated to herself to calm her nerves.

SNAP!

The spotlight above her dangled from a few tiny threads and then came hurling down towards her. The audience gasped and Kayla’s skin blanched ghost white.

A deafening roar came from the side of the stage when something scooped her up out of harm’s way. The heavy spotlight smashed hard on the stage with a heavy thud. Crushed glass littered the ground.

Kayla’s heart beat so fast she thought it would explode. Her eyes were shut tight, and she finally found the courage to peek up at her mysterious savior.

Kayla’s eyes widened with unbridled glee. “Thrash?” she asked with total disbelief. She just knew her knight-in-shining-werebear would never disappoint her. Thrash’s amber-red eyes gazed at her curvy frame with ravenous wanting.

He looked down at the tattered rope attached to the spotlight. “These are teeth marks, someone chewed right through it,” Thrash grunted.

“
Chewed?
” Kayla wondered aloud.

Thrash didn’t answer instead he snarled, scowling at the right side of the stage. A wolf skulked in the shadows before running off. Soon after, Leif came scrambling to see if Kayla was alright.

“Holy hell!” Leif darkly exclaimed. “Babe, you okay? That’s it. You’re staying with me tonight.”

Leif pulled her away from Thrash’s grasp, but Kayla stopped suddenly in her tracks.

“Leif, I think I better stay with Thrash tonight—just to play it safe,” Kayla expressed feeling like a part of her was betraying Leif.

Thrash tried hard to prevent a sly grin from stretching across his cheek. But grinned anyway. Leif drew back and had the look of a pissed off lover.

“If that’s what you want,” Leif grumbled lowly. “Don’t let me stand in your way...”

“Y
up, this was a bad idea. A
very
bad idea...” Kayla griped.

Kayla regretted her decision. Thrash’s secret hide out was a cave hidden in a California Park Preserve.

No running water. No king size mattress. No fluffy pillows!! How will I ever friggin’ survive the night?
She feared.

Thrash, in his shaggy bear form, stood watch at the mouth of the cave. “What about if I have to go to the bathroom?” Kayla asked sidestepping lightly so as not to ruin her Jimmy Choo shoes.

“You go take a shit outside—there’s plenty of room,” Thrash grunted with a cheeky bear-grin.

Kayla scrunched her face.

“I’m thirsty? Do you have any bottled spring water?” She cooed.

Thrash could already tell this was going to be a
loonnng
night. He pawed the soft earth with his sharp claws to make a shallow place to sleep. He then circled the area and plopped down the bulk of his werebear body.

Kayla stomped past him, wearing her terry robe and carrying a bottle of girly shampoo.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Thrash grunted.

“It reeks in this hell hole. I need to go clean the outside stench off of me.”

Kayla turned up her nose as she swished her curvy hips to a nearby lake. What she didn’t know was that Thrash wasn’t far behind. He shadowed her from a distance, not once letting her out of his sight.

He fixed his gaze on her body as she untied her terry cloth robe. Kayla let it slip down her shoulders and then down her back—until she stood stark naked among the trees.