Page 69 of Mark Us Little Bear
The bulge underneath me is squeezed so tight by the fabric of his sweats that he has no right to be left like this.
I grind against Bradley, using his body to get onto the floor. “But today we gave it a new meaning,” I wiggle my brows, “The best medicine is the loud beat of a drum straight to your groin.” I snatch the second guitar and join Ronnie.
“It hurts so bad, want to kiss it?” Bradley teases, blowing me a kiss.
“When you get to fuck me properly, I will,” I smirk. “I asked my dad to buy me a guitar when I was fourteen because I was bored.” I chuckle. “And like you, I found it liberating, it helped me relieve stress and unpack some things.”
“Nice to see we all find solace in creating music, ready to play a bit?” Bradley kicks the bass, instantly making my clit pulse again.
“Are there more secrets I don’t know about you two?” I question with raised eyebrows.
“I guess you’re going to have to find out.”
Bradley
Amber kicks her legs adorably as I carry her to the edge of the pool table. She presses into me, begging for more friction, more grinding. My hips thrust forward on their own, pushing my cock against her center. My lips ghost the silky skin at her collarbone as she tips her head backward. With the first gasp that escapes her, Ronnie lifts her leg high enough to flip her backward onto the pool table with a wicked grin.
“Ronnie you’re such a little devil in disguise.” She laughs.
“You bet your delectable ass I am.” He pulls out a water bottle from the mini-fridge.
Her shirt hikes up, revealing the curve of her breasts. My eyes trace the light freckles dotting her soft skin. She purposely pulls it upward—two gorgeous swells begging to be sucked and bruised.
Heat flushes into every one of my extremities as Amber curves her back and pulls herself upward into a sitting position. Our lips brush when she latches her hands behind my neck and yanks me down. “My nipples are hard for you two,” amusement brightens the yellow in her eyes and my abdomen grows taut.
Ronnie growls somewhere behind me and I can feel his heated gaze set on us.
Air is slowly filtering in. My breathing is steady but heavy, filled with lust. I want to touch but can’t. Not when someone can walk in on us. I want to take my time. Taste every inch. Trace every curve. Memorize every sound.
“From the moment you injected yourself into our life, I knew you’d never leave because you were meant to be a part of it no matter how.” Ronnie spills as he inches closer, making us gulp. “You were never invisible to us, not even once.”
Her beaming eyes jump between us. Those demanding lips beg to be touched, and I press myself to the silky texture of them, sucking on each one slowly.
Fuck. My ability to restrain myself this far is beyond me. I must have the patience of a saint.
I slowly slip my tongue past the seam of her mouth until I taste hers, with a passionate flicking motion, dancing with me into this mutual bliss.
“Not here Little Bear, we will have our time when we get back.” Ronnie verbalizes my previous thoughts.
“He’s right.” I seal my lips to hers one last time. “We’ll be eating you up.”
“Okay.” She slowly grinds against me to get onto the floor. “I’m going to the bathroom then,” Amber says with a smile before she goes upstairs.
I look over my shoulder—Ronnie’s gaze stuck on his phone. “I’m going for a smoke outside,” I say as I climb upstairs and his steps follow.
“I’ll join you,” Ronnie comments and I turn halfway, raising my brow in question.
“You hate smoke.” I scan the silent house—no one is up. The lights are dim and as we pass the kitchen, my eyes lock on a note taped to the fridge.
Teddy is sleeping with Josh. Cole and Ryan are sleeping too, they won’t be awake until tomorrow. I went out with some friends to a tavern. Love endlessly, Mom. P.S. Thank you for bringing Amber and Ronnie, Dad would’ve loved them.
My shoulders instantly sag outward as a deep inhale filters through my lungs and a sigh of relief breaks free.
“I know.” Ronnie’s reply snaps me back.
“Then why are you coming?”
“Take the win and shut up,” he brushes past me, exiting the front door to the driveway. I follow.
