Page 72 of Mark Us Little Bear
“They like me.” His face hovers over mine, and his hair falls onto it.
“Predictably.”
“Stop flattering me.” That wicked grin pops.
I nibble on my lip before I say, “Never.”
“Kiss already,” Amber declares, “Or I’m pushing you both onto the dirt.”
I feel like we waited and waited until he was ready and now that he is, we waited for Amber’s permission, sort of. She always supported our connection and deciphered the hints from day one. We wanted her to feel comfortable and not left out based on the time we knew each other.
His lips suddenly clash with mine. Softly. Forcefully. Passionately. Yanking me out of my thoughts and my body’s temperature increases instantly.
Tongue urging me to open my mouth and he dives in. My hand rounds his neck, deepening the kiss.
“Mmm,” I hum into his mouth.
I feel like I’m spinning but I’m centered. Our tongues fight for dominance and I lose it to him because that’s all I wanted to do. I will give him anything he wants, however, he wants it just to be sucked into this vortex with them.
Gasping for air, our lips brush, tease, suck, and claim. I bite him and he bites me, leaving no spot untouched.
I’ve waited so long to feel this. Him.
“You talk too much.” His warm breath caresses my swollen lips.
A delicate chuckle slips from me.
I search between his eyes for any sign of regret but there isn’t any.
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?” My stomach twists.
“Making it easy to fall in love with you.”
My throat bobs.
He leans to the side, grabs Amber’s ass, and squeezes it once. “Perfection.”
Peering at us with fire in her eyes, “Guys we should go, Josh’s birthday dinner will start soon,” she reminds us as my brother’s bike roars to life.
“This bike looks good on you.” I smack my lips together. “Why don’t you ride it and we’ll ride together.”
“Suits me.” She agrees with a wide grin before she puts on her helmet. “You two are so adorable, I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
Me neither.
“Maybe take me on top of a bike.” She shouts and backs out of her spot.
What a nice suggestion.
Once we’re situated, we hit the road. Ronnie’s hands fastened around my stomach, warming my back all the way home.
“Stop goofing around,” I try to pull his hand away when he opens and closes my visor. “I need to get you home safe and watch Amber.”
“We’re already here,” he twists my nipple and squeezes my cock. “That was fun, we should do it more often.”
I groan. “May I remind you? I offered plenty of times.”
