Page 26 of Mark Us Little Bear
We don’t even know if she’s staying.
Am I even ready to let someone in again?
“Cookies ‘N Cream for me and if you want a bite all you gotta do is ask.” Bradley’s voice snaps me back.
“Let’s play a game, if you eat three candies you take off a piece of clothing.”
“I didn’t see this coming.” Amber stares at me surprised and amused. “You’re naughty.”
“It’s always the quiet ones.” Bradley’s grin widens. “He loves those candies so I bet he’ll lose his clothes first.”
“I’m not that quiet,” I remark.
“Oh, I know,” a playful smirk tugs at his lips. “The bathroom is next to your room and the walls are not that thick.”
“Holy smokes.” She giggles, covering her mouth. “So you will hear me if I use my toys. I’m pretty loud.”
We flick our gaze to her, both surprised and probably turned on. My tongue plays at the corner of my lip but I bite it instead to turn off the images flooding my brain.
“That’s my mom’s favorite movie.” Bradley’s eyes scan the movie list on the screen.
“Are you a mama’s boy?” Amber shoves a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
He immediately turns his head to me, my eyes are soft, understanding, and comforting. He had told me that his dad passed away five years ago and that they were close but he never said more than that.
“I was my dad’s.” A strained little laugh escapes me. “We did everything together.”
Amber’s features are filled with emotions, understanding where his thoughts went. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” She reaches out her hand to hold his. “It was a stupid comment.”
“It’s okay, Bear.” He caresses her cheek and tucks her to his side, draping his arm over her shoulder. “Let’s watch it.”
Amber hits play andHow to Lose a Guy in 10 Daysstarts.
I let my hand rest against his chest, feeling his increasing heartbeats. “What can I do to make you feel better?” I whisper.
“I don’t know… start eating Skittles and lose your clothes, both of you.”
We break into laughter.
Amber reaches out to grab some from the pack, the sour taste makes her face scrunch but as promised she loses a sock in return.
“I wear less than you two so this counts.” She states, grinding her teeth as the flavor slowly dissolves. “It’s like torturingyourself on purpose but it’s addictive.” Her hand digs for another candy.
The movie continues and during a bathroom break, we switch places. Amber sits between us, her fingers slowly digging into my palm and lacing with mine.
The pads of my fingers graze hers up and down, tickling our nerves.
During the movie, I lost my shirt, pants, and socks. My boxers are the only thing still attached to my tattooed body besides Teddy who sleeps on my lap, and Amber wears my shirt but her bra is resting on the coffee table.
Her pebbled nipples drill the fabric and my self-control screams at me to let go.
Moving my hand to her bare thigh, I let my fingers trace her soft skin. While my gaze slides to the side, a large hand does the same to her other thigh. Then my eyes encounter the smirk on Bradley’s face.
“Keep watching, Bear,” I order, squeezing her and a little gasp pushes past her lips. “Do you like when we touch you?”
“Yes.” Amber spins her head toward Bradley who is still fully clothed. “You better start playing.”
I laugh at her demand.
