Page 56 of Mark Us Little Bear
I rise to my feet next to Teddy who refuses to leave his side. A wave of spicy scent rolls with the light breeze and I inhale it deeply as I press my thumbs to his shoulder blades and massage his stiff muscles.
“Oh, thanks Bear that feels so good.”
His heated skin sears my fingertips but his corded muscles mold under my touch and I enjoy our contact the more he loosens up.
He angles his body to the side and presses another juicy slice of steak to my lips. “Open wide.” My thighs clamp as wetnesspools in my underwear when he stares at me.How can I resist him?
“I’m about to explode, you need to stop feeding me,” I let him push it inside my open mouth with his thumb and I lick the grease off him too.
With hunger in his eyes, he gazes at me, “Such a good girl,” and caresses my bottom lip.
Something inside me blossoms when they praise me like this. Fire grows in my core and warmth travels to my chest and cheeks.
“His dad used to feed them like this. They didn’t need plates, just football and Dad who cut the meat into tiny pieces and fed them one after the other until the next round was ready.” Tiffany snatches the piece Bradley holds out for her with the tongs, tosses it in her mouth, and wipes her greasy fingers over her apron.
“The good old days.” Bradley’s voice weakens toward the end.
Stacking the rest of the food into a large container, “They were very memorable,” She rushes to get inside the house.
Silence cloaks us and a tiny sigh escapes him. “It’s a happy day but still filled with sadness. As much as we try to celebrate him and keep a smile on our faces, we miss him more than anything.”
I stop massaging him and slide my arms around his stomach, embracing him for as long as he needs.
A few hours later, I sit in the middle of Bradley’s bed. Pale blue walls encase me, and a wooden desk with dozens of sketches taped to the wall opposite me.
I grab Ronnie’s bag from the floor and unzip it. I pull out his laptop along with a box that saysButt plug.
Go, Ronnie!
I put it gently back inside, and open the laptop.
My fingertips fly across the keyboard once I focus on the screen, letting all of my thoughts out.
I breathed out loneliness every day until I got tired of it and walked into your club. I was so frustrated that this was all there was for me. No matter how hard I tried, the sadness inside me and the caging thoughts won. Why can’t I be more like them? We all have sadness inside us but you live with it, you overcome it, and I get sucked into it.
No matter how much Dad loved me, she put me down with one word. No matter how much Dad wanted me closer, she rejected me harder like it was my fault.
I was invisible in the city until you whizzed through the strangling air suffocating my lungs and encapsulated me, pulling me into your safe embrace, keeping me warm, and treating me right. It felt so natural that I couldn’t turn away, I didn’t want to.
Who goes to live with strangers?
Two men who can easily overpower me.
Call me crazy, but I felt safe with them and even amused when they thought I could be a serial killer. It makes me laugh all the time when they argue about simple things, it always shows the ample love they carry toward one another.
A little humor is what I needed in my life, plus, two men who make me see things from different perspectives, and who shower me with affection, warmth, and endless desire.
Love is not measured by quantities but by its quality to bloom and grow amongst its recipients. And when it decays maybe we need to let it in order to witness a new one sprout.
The moon illuminates the dark blue skies, and warm fairy lights decorate every inch of their backyard, creating a dreamy atmosphere.
A cluster of soft blankets is spread across the grass along with fluffy cushions, bowls of popcorn, and water bottles. A wide outdoor projector screen is set on a tripod opposite us and the movieJerry Maguireis playing—one of their Dad’s favorite movies.
Funny enough it’s my dad’s favorite too and I grew up on it.
We all wait for one of its famous quotes to come and when it does the boys and I shout it, knowing every single word of this movie. We all laugh, popping more salty popcorn in our mouths.
Sitting comfortably with a blanket over my legs, Bradley tucks me closer and my body sags into his front. I brush my purple, fluffy crop top jacket that I put on top of a matching shirt and a long black skirt with low slits at the bottom. I borrowed Kat’s purple Converse this morning before we left—we’re the same size so I gave her my studded boots in exchange. I forgot how fun it was to borrow each other’s clothes and shoes, we started doing it when Kat turned fifteen.
