Page 126 of Mark Us Little Bear
Four months later
The ocean extends behind this sizzling modern villa, and a few rays of sunshine warm my skin as a nice wind whooshes past the trees surrounding the house.
“I can’t believe we’re in Melbourne Australia.” My eyes roam over a canopy of lush white roses and overgrown greenery placed in the center of Emilia’s backyard, Luka’s grandma.
“Right?! This is incredible.” A pink-haired woman bounces on her feet beside me. She seems a little younger than me. Her cheerfulness pours out of her with each movement. “I’m Lennon, Dean’s girlfriend. He is Luka and Ronnie’s longtime friend.”
“Yeah,” realization strikes me, “I heard so much about you two.” I grin, remembering all of the preparations my men did so I wouldn’t feel out of place when everyone here knows each other. “You’re tattoo artists from California. Ronnie said that you visit sometimes and work in Luka’s shop.”
“Dean does, I haven’t had the chance yet but I hope I will. I would love to go to New York, plus the opportunity to work with incredible tattoo artists is a dream.”
“Definitely a dream, this cheesecake is incredible.” Another woman with gorgeous olive eyes and long blond hair joins the friendly chat. “I’m Frankie, Dylan’s cousin.”
“How did you get it?” I smirk, knowing the wedding cake is a strawberry cheesecake.
“Dylan made two extra cakes, one for her and Luka and one for Luka’s grandma.” Frankie lowers her voice and looks around to make sure no one hears.
I chuckle because it’s a small ceremony just close family and friends.
“From who did you steal that piece from?” Lennon questions with a wicked grin.
“Emilia likes me,” she wiggles her brows and nods as she takes another bite. I stare at the fluffy piece with a creamy texture and my mouth waters.
“Okay girls, we should start a group chat for everyone and meet when we can,” Lennon extracts her phone from her champagne jumpsuit, “I already have some of their numbers.” She types our numbers quickly. “What should we call it?”
“Hmmm, biker squad?” I suggest.
“Love that,” Frankie comments as she finishes her cake.
“DUCK!” Kan produces more grating squawks. “Born to be wild.” He is a beautiful white feathered cockatoo who rocks himself from side to side, drawing Bradley’s attention like a moth to a flame.
“I want a parrot too.” Bradley has been fixated on him since we arrived, running jokes and singing along, “Let’s get one.”
“No.” The word hangs thickly in the air.
Ronnie and I glance at each other, knowing this would be the biggest headache we could acquire.
“No fucking way. Kan is crazy. I had to babysit him once and he is relentless. He sang all night and I had to go to work with dark circles under my eyes andBorn to be Wildon replay.”
“Why not?” He snarls though there is a pleased undertone in his voice.
“Because I said so,” Ronnie smirks, and I watch the ladies moving farther away from us.
“Oh, so you are going to use that tone with me?”
I inch closer, planting myself between them, and they slide their hands inside the slits at the side of my lilac dress. “I’m going to bounce on your cocks until we break something if you misbehave.”
“I dare you,” Bradley whispers in my ear.
They grind against me, hot-blooded and hardening as the seconds slip away.
Kan creaks and squeals in the background as my hands find the bulge tenting their pants.
“He sounds like so much fun.”
“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I whisper against Bradley’s neck and feel Ronnie’s wicked grin against my cheek.
“You will pay for this after the ceremony.”
