Page 15 of Mark Us Little Bear
“Okay, just one.” I uncap the jar and one cookie finds its way to him. His little crunching sounds are adorable and hilarious at the same time, “Fine, I will give you another one.”
I squeal silently. My ears tickle as those little sounds reach them again. I close the jar and put it away, snatching a chocolate chip cookie from the big box. “I deserve one too, right?”
My eyes glide from the stunning landscapes of the pictures on the wall to the window. It’s almost panoramic, the white vertical bars separate it into three sections—it still orchestrates the view of the city perfectly.
Focusing my attention back on the screen, a document captures it calledSecret Project.
Secret as in no one can know about it or only the residents in this apartment are entitled to know.
“What are you doing?” A voice suddenly breaks the silence and I jump in place, wiggling Teddy as I bounce in my chair.
“Shit, you scared me.” My eyes land on Bradley’s shirtless form, the cuts and curves are so pronounced that they merge masterfully with his black sweats.
“What are you doing up?” Lowering onto the armrest, he scratches Teddy’s head.
“I conveniently woke up early.”
His sleepy little laugh bursts. “I thought you were Ronnie.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“Not at all,” he removes his hand from Teddy to brush it over my hair. “Are you okay?”
The dim lights make it easy to hide the blush on my cheeks. “Yeah, better than okay. Are those Ronnie’s pictures?” I point to the wall.
“Yeah, he took them on his trips before the club opened, over five years ago. He has a pretty distinctive eye for the art of photography.”
“I agree.” Nodding in agreement, I shove the broken cookie in my hand into my mouth.
A grin slowly stretches across his face. “I’m glad you’re here.” His gaze slowly trails from me to the laptop screen. “So you found the secret.” His voice is soft.
“I didn’t look at it.” I clarify. “I was just going to browse the web a little until I got tired.”
“C’mon, open it.” He tries to persuade me. “It looks like you want to but… don’t share it with anyone—it’s Ronnie’s fantasy realm, and we are harboring his secret. It’s alsohislaptop.”
Curiosity tickles my toes and pours out of my lips, “Did you read it?”
“Yes. I can’t stop, it’s like a portal to his head,and GodI wish I had one, so this came as the best gift I could ask for.“ He speaks a mile a minute yet his voice remains monotone and his features look tired. “I wrote some of those fantasies myself and he never deleted them so we continued to fantasize together.”
“For how long?” I brush Teddy’s fur back and forth, eyes still glued to Bradley.
“Three months now.”
“What if I put mine here too?” It sounds like so much fun. Liberating. Being able to express myself and open up about everything could be the answer I’m looking for. Maybe I’ll even find my true passion.
“Go for it.” Yawning, Bradley rises to his feet and turns halfway.
“You’re not going to ask me what I fantasize about.”
With a tiny smirk, he responds, “I’ll read it later,” and approaches the kitchen. Within minutes, he returns with a tea mug and places it on the table for me. “I’m going back to sleep. Have fun.” He winks and walks away. Something tells me he can’t sleep when Ronnie isn’t here that’s why he jumped out of bed when he heard me.
That’s so sweet.
I click on the document and scroll down. There are already dozens of chapters so I open a new one, call it Amber, and start to type.
I brush myself against their taut, sculpted bodies. They cocoon me perfectly with warmth and a cloud of desire. It radiates off them in waves of spicy colognes that wash over me and snake a shiver down my spine.
I want more of them but the timing couldn’t be worse, plus, we just met. This is just a side effect of being lonely and horny but I’m not into one-night stands. Not to mention the two of them interest me so I’m in over my head. Though, I am curious about what Bradley mentioned earlier.
