Page 49 of Mark Us Little Bear
Ronnie laughs, “That cute pout is so delicious,” he sends his thumb to flick my bottom lip.
“I’m going to search for towels,” Bradley announces as he yanks himself out of the pool, droplets of water skate down his sculpted body. “You can kiss her again if you want to, have your moment.”
“Are you okay with it?” I immediately ask.
“Yes, I want to have my alone moments with you two. There’s nothing wrong about it. I want to get to know you separately and I want to get to know you when we’re together. But if it hurts your feelings at some point, speak up, and we won’t.”
His words sink in right before Ronnie tugs me closer and wraps my thighs around his waist. I lock my limbs around him. His large tatted hand firmly molded to my flesh and my heated center pounds harder.
“Take a breath, forget everything, and listen to the muffled sound the water creates.” With a swift movement, he drops us underwater and I feel ten times lighter.
Ronnie crosses the hallway with his towel hanging low around his hips. His serious expression turns into a soft smile when he sees me. But like a switch his eyes darken with each step, advancing toward me with resolve. I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. The house feels small compared to him. My first instinct is to take a step back and my back hits something hard. Warm.
“Do you think you can win our little game?” Bradley whispers behind me.
“What game?” I fire back.
“The one you’ve been playing all day.” Ronnie slips his finger along my neck. “You started it.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll finish it too.” Bradley finishes his sentence like he knew exactly what he was about to say. “I bet your mom will love that.”
“I’ll do it just to piss her off.”
“Oh, we know,” Ronnie says with an innocent chuckle. “See you after dinner.”
They back away and leave.
After a tasty dinner with all my favorite meals and a funny conversation with my dad, we all went to our rooms.
The guys are sleeping in the guest room. I’m staying in my old purple-themed room with the scuffed creamy nightstand that has witnessed all my shenanigans growing up—I used to climb on it to reach the dormer window and gaze at the stars at night or to sneak out when I had enough of my mom.
Dad built a flat, wooden awning as an extension for me to sit safely on the roof.
A towel is still wrapped around my head from the long, steamy shower I took and the laptop is on my lap as I write today’s events.
I seriously can’t believe they kissed me and controlled me the way they did and I fucking LOVED it. My soul needed that kind of distraction, my pussy begged for that kind of attention, and my head screamed “Get these men, girl.”
Our little game in the pool inspired me to say the least. But I suck in a quick breath when I read their words.
While our skin is covered in tattoos hers is almost a blank canvas, waiting to be painted on with little nibbles, the wetness of our tongues, and our cum.
“Drop on my face,” I demand. “Let me taste that sweet, dripping pussy.”
“Go on, Bear.” Bradley coaxes with a smile. “Let him taste you so I can get my fix.”
I should use my toy right now but that damn thing broke the last time I used it, I got a little excited and it didn’t survive its unexpected fall.
I sigh, scrolling down to a part Ronnie wrote, I recognize it immediately because of his distinct choice of words.
Love is not measured where it’s comfortable it is a collective of things that make us fall for others and love those who grant us a fierce friendship that stands the test of time. I am honored to receive all the love in my life and hopefully find my home in them.
Find my home in them…I repeat the words right as my phone pings with a text message. I grab it from the nightstand and open our group chat.
Bradley
Are you awake?
Amber
