Page 50 of Mark Us Little Bear
Yeah.
Bradley
Want to sneak outside?
Amber
I’m writing.
That’s a big fat lie, Amber, I’m too busy reading all your thoughts and white-hot desires.
Ronnie
Want to sneak outside?
I chuckle and shake my head at their silly texts.
Bradley
C’mon, Amber, don’t make us beg.
Amber
What if I am?
I smirk as I gaze at the three dots on the screen.
Bradley
If you come, I’ll find a place to pin you down and kiss the shit out of you while Ronnie leaves little red marks on your soft skin.
Ronnie
Little Bear, I’m not going to beg so bring your little ass over here.
Bradley
Fuck!
That was so HOT!!
Ronnie
I have my moments.
Amber
Give me a minute to put on my shoes.
Bradley
Backyard in five.
I chuck the phone on the mattress. Unwrapping the towel, I ruffle my semi-wet hair with it, slide my legs into my pink slippers, and fly downstairs.
As soon as I’m out my smile widens to the sight of Ice cream. Candies. Beers. Coke. Sour Patch Kids. Trolli—strawberry puffs and Sour Brite Crawlers. And chocolate chip cookies. All are sprawled out on a blanket near the pool.
Ronnie and Bradley sit next to all of them with a huge grin.
