Page 55 of Mark Us Little Bear
Ronnie swings his arm and the ball lands right in her hands before she happily shouts, “Touchdown.”
“We’re just warming up,” Ryan spreads his hands to the side and arches his brows, “We don’t want you to have zero points. Who said chivalry is dead.”
“Keep telling that to yourself,” Amber sasses back and gets a loud round of whistles from everyone. “Let’s play football, boys, everything goes.”
Wide smiles are stretching on our faces and my body comes to life with each minute that slips by.
“That’s what we like to hear,” Cole grabs the ball and comes to the center. “Hike!”
As the game progresses our girl is fucking relentless. Round upon round, she jumps on them, unwavering and bringing them down like sacks of potatoes.
“I think I’m in love,” Cole says as he gets left behind, sprawled on the grass but smitten like a sixteen-year-old.
“You’ll get over it,” she flips her hand dismissively and saunters away.
“Ready? Last round before I start feeding you giant babies and you Little Bear.”
Teddy immediately barks, sitting on a fluffy blanket Josh put for him near the backdoor.
Pointing at him, I declare, “You too, Teddy.” And he barks in approval.
With the next move, Ronnie tosses the ball to Amber and my three brothers run straight to her. Instead of running forward I haul her across my shoulder and run with her.
“What are you doing we are on the same team,” Amber squirms in my hold and whimpers which sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my hardening cock. This entire game has been so fucking hard. Watching them making all those sexy, fearless maneuverings turned me on so much that now I need someone to throw a bucket full of ice-cold water over my body.
Panting, I reply, “I know right? Look at our team effort.”
With a sweet little side grin, she delivers her words sharply. “I. Can. Run.”
“Butwecan run faster.”
“Hey! That’s cheating.” Someone claims in the back but it’s too late.
“Touchdown!” She shouts and I seize the moment to smack her plumped ass that still hangs over my shoulder. “Maybe, secretly, you wanted a moment with me and it was an excuse.”
“Definitely,” I say it like it’s obvious because it is.
“Smack me again,” her voice is soft yet demanding and I submit like the good boy I am.
The invisible, razor-sharp, edge of a knife pressing their necks every day told me they should come here. I needed to be with my family around this time of year, and they needed a break.
Ronnie and Amber pretend to be okay when they are not. They keep moving so they won’t face their pain, even when it overflows.
I observed Amber for three weeks, waking up every morning, and making herself coffee in the same mug. Not to mention she barely leaves the apartment: she got addicted to writing. She orders food or makes it herself. She reads or does yoga when she’s not working on the laptop.
Her need to find her calling denies her presence. She is so focused on finding it that she misses out on everything else, all the little adventures happening around her. The one moment that she is truly present is when she rides on her bike, spreading her arms to the sides, and surrendering.
I got another glimpse of it the day Piper came. They were over the moon, sharing their clothes and eating desserts I picked up from Dylan’s shop, especially for them.
I intend to change that.
Both of them need to live more in the present and put the past and the future aside.
Amber
Today is such a special day with Bradley’s family. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to lose a dad or a parent in general and so early in life. The way they celebrate him and come together is indescribable.
My belly is full after the endless plates of meat Bradley gave me, I watch him as he works shirtless per usual, showcasing his sweaty abs. The last round of meat sizzles and he rolls his shoulders up and down after bending down most of the day.
