Page 11 of Mark Us Little Bear
I laugh and quickly snap pictures on my phone before I resume my silly dance moves. A honk of a car draws myattention and the man inside signals me that he’s taking a picture. Amused, I give him a thumbs-up before I turn back.
When the light turns green we hop on our bikes and ride away.
“Man, that ride was hilarious as hell.” Ronnie’s excitement pours out of the speaker as we park our bikes with our food in hand.
Amber hops off her bike, lowering to the ground. She opens her McDonald’s bag and pulls out her burger. “Thank you guys for catching me when I almost fell with my bike.”
“Don’t worry about it we got you and your little legs.” I sit down, ready to eat the greasy, delicious burger that has me drooling for a solid minute. Popping fries into my mouth, I bite and moan.
Damn, I’m starving and it’s so fucking good. I worked all day at the shop and can’t remember when I last ate proper food today.
Ronnie’s little moans reach me then Amber’s as they feast on their burgers and I continue to eat silently. They gaze at each other, while mentally disrobing the other’s clothesor maybe it is just in my head. Ronnie makes a low growl to break the silence that is so sexy, I’m forced to inhale a huge chunk of air.
I clear my throat and uncap the water bottle, chugging it down like a thirsty fucker.
Goddamn him.
I’m lonely in the sense of being in a relationship. Sexless… yeah. But based on a hunch, I’m not the only one between these two.
Once we’re done with our food, I rise to my feet while Ronnie tosses our disposable remains in a trashcan nearby.
I dig my phone out of my pocket quickly and open a playlist. The first song that comes up is Angel by Shaggy and Rayvon.
“C’mon. You’re going to dance with me.” I extend my hand to whoever grabs it first.
“I haven’t heard this song in forever.” Amber stands up, “I always wanted to dance in a parking lot.” Taking my hand, I twirl her in place.
“You’re relentless.” Ronnie shows up on my other side and I twirl him too.
“I prefer, consistent.”
He plants a kiss on my cheek sneakily as he pulls me into his body and switches roles with me. We’re about the same height but Ronnie tops my six-foot-one by a couple of inches. I gaze up at him, captivated by the lustful gleam in his eyes.
Stuffed, our movements are slow as hell and so are our reflexes apparently. We chuckle as we collide with each other. I take this opportunity to snap pictures of the three of us with and without our helmets while I set my phone on the ground.
“Amber, you are fun, we should meet more often and spend a night like this again,” Ronnie suggests and it puts a smile on my face. This can be the first step in a new direction—one new to all of us.
“That would be amazing. You guys are awesome. But I think I have to go back to Staten Island.”
Staten Island.
“Whoa—why?” Ronnie’s eyebrows knit together in question.
“I’ve been kicked out of my apartment. My landlady left my stuff outside as we speak and I have nowhere to go.” She looks down. “That’s fine, I gave myself a year anyway to try and see if the city suits me.”
“And what is your conclusion?” I ask.
“It does in theory, but financially it’s above my income.”
“She can’t do that.” Ronnie is quick to comment. “She needs to give you a notice—”
“She did. Three weeks ago.” She pulls the straw between her lips, sucking what is left of her beverage. “I don’t have anywhere to go and I was hoping she would letthisgo.”
“That lady sounds mean.” I curl my lips to the side.
Her eyes grow wide. “She’s the Reaper incarnate.”
I look over to Ronnie, eyes pleading and he opens his mouth to say, “I don’t know, she’s a hazard.”
