Page 36 of Mark Us Little Bear
Without blinking he says, “You bet your ass I am. Do you think Amber will let me tie hers?”
“I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it.” A gigantic grin covers both of our faces. “Finish my tattoo.”
A few minutes later he stops the machine.
“If I couldn’t stay away from you before, now I definitely can’t.” His pupils dilate the more he stares at me and light pink tints his cheeks. “You sure you can work with this?”
“Yeah, I don’t have a choice but I’ll be safe, I promise.”
“Okay. I’ll get you ready to go.”
“Thank you.” My hand shoots forward, grabbing his wrists before he goes. I swallow thickly, and he up his gaze to meet my emotional eyes. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this closure because I never got over it and I’m glad it was you. I know I have a thousand tattoos but this one is the most meaningful.”
I cloak him so fast and can’t stop myself because I want him to know how much I appreciate everything he has done for me and continues to do day by day. He stays, and that’s the hardest part, even when I give him crumbs, he refuses to let go. He wants my happiness so much that he would do anything to see the light in my eyes grow stronger. I need him to feel loved. Cherished. Worthy.
He is worth all those things.
“I want you to be free and scream when everything falls apart or when you do,” Bradley says as he tugs me closer, heart pounding against mine, and I sense there is more beyond his words.
The breeze sweeps through the folded hem of my white sweatshirt with the textBiker Squadalong my sleeves and back.
My keys jingle as I pull them out of the ignition and clasp them to the belt loop of my jeans. Music still plays in my helmet before I exit the app on my phone and go to my apartment.
The house is silent given it’s late at night, only Teddy’s footsteps are loud when he comes to greet me. “Hey boy, I missed you too.” I pet his head and run my fingers along his back. “It’s been a long day.”
I chuck my gloves on the counter and put my helmet beside them.
The door behind me opens and I turn my head around to see Bradley entering the house, all sweaty after a strenuous workout, smelling earthy, familiar, and smoky—it drives my senses wild.
Moving to the kitchen I fill two glasses of water and hold out my hand for him until he takes it.
“Thanks.” He chugs it down in seconds. His fingers dig under the hem of his shirt and he tugs it free over his head, flashing his pack and bulging muscles. His wet hair sticks to his foreheadand the urge to twirl it between my fingers is maddening but I resist it.
“You smell like cigarettes.” A loud exhale pushes through my nose before I down my glass of water.
His fingers glide along the keys still attached to my jeans and my body hardens. Latching onto the motorcycle keychain he gave me a month ago, he smirks. “I’ll take a shower, want to join?” his lips are an inch from mine and I can feel the heat of his body colliding with my own.
“Nice try.” I retort.
“I’ll leave the door open just in case.” His eyes trail down my face to where he tattooed me earlier today.
Him.
A piece of him and a piece of me.
“I heard your tiny moans last night. Were you thinking of me when you masturbated? Or maybe you were thinking about me fucking you while you’re fucking her.”
I may have.
“So now you eavesdrop on me?” I raise my brows.
“You didn’t deny it.”
“You never give up, do you?” maybe that’s why I’m not giving in so fast. I like that he fights for me—fights for the chance to be with me.
“Not when I want something so bad,” he pulls away slowly, “Are you frustrated because you didn’t come last night, is that it?” There’s that evil smile. He strides to the hall, giving me a once-over before the walls block my view of him.
I came, and jets of hot come flew all over my stomach when I thought about sucking him while I fuck Amber.
