Page 8 of Mark Us Little Bear
Reaching for the water bottle on the table before us, I grab it and hand it to Ronnie before a woman drops on the couch beside him—the girl I met outside.
“Hello, cigarette snatcher.” I draw her attention, letting my effortless smirk grace her presence. “You left quite an impression.”
Eyes sparkling, the corner of her mouth pulls upward. “I see that my hard work finally pays off, I aim to impress.” She sasses right back.
“When she’s not running over civilians,” Ronnie’s voice dripping with sarcasm but I have no idea what he is talking about.
“You met?” I screw my eyebrows together.
He grins at her and something inside me lights up like fucking Christmas. “Yeah, it was quite the first impression.”
“It was todiefor,“ she drags her words, cracking herself up and I chuckle at the view.
“Anyway, your ex is the last of your concerns,” I assure him, glancing at the crowd and fixating on Ronnie’s profile again. Then I zoom in on our little friend next to him; soft curves, satiny skin, confident smile, and attitude.
“I don’t want to ban her from the club but I’m so frustrated.”
“Sexually?” I’m half listening, half concocting ideas about our new purple-haired friend. He needs to relax. Do what he wants for a change. Being the hard worker that he is doesn’t leave much time for pleasure and he deserves it, based on his fantasies he wants it too.
“What? No! With Gemma.” He clarifies but my brain is past this conversation.
An array of bodies jump to the sick beat on the dance floor. They all glow under the UV lights. The DJ truly serves one hot track after another and it itches me to join the party with these two on my left.
With supplies scattered on the illuminated coffee table, I lean forward to grab a brush and body paint. “Want to paint my body?” I wiggle my eyebrows as I turn to gaze at them.
“Hi, I’m Amber, I’ll do it.” Amber quickly replies, lifting herself off the couch, eager to get to work.
“Hi, I’m your canvas, I mean Bradley. Go ahead.” I whip off my jacket, exposing my matching washed-out t-shirt and tatted arms—I don’t have many tattoos, just a few scattered along my body. “Nice to meet you, Amber.”
Her eyes flare. “Likewise.”
“You’re next,” I mouth Ronnie, and his penetrating gaze pierces through me like it always does. Heat spreads over my chest and my stomach summersaults when I stare at him while she paints my face.
He asked me to stay sober but I already feel drunk when he is around me.
Once Amber finishes her art—three purple scratch marks across Ronnie’s eyes—I drag them to the dance floor.
With Ronnie’s hand in mine and Amber latching onto Ronnie’s other hand, I lead us to the center. Passing clubbers with glowing skulls, and others with lines, flowers, and handprints, I stop next to a guy with a glowing dragon on his bicep—some bring their skills to life with these things. “Amber, think you can handle us?” I ask.
“Nothing fun happens when you stay in one lane.”Oh really…Her challenging eyes say it all. I think this one has some fantasies herself and she doesn’t shy away which makes her even more appealing.
I look at Ronnie over Amber who dances between us, desire weaves in his gaze—an insatiable hunger he can’t contain anymore. Maybe this is what he needed. A little push to show him that he can make his fantasies come to life if he lets himself live again and stops hiding behind his job and laptop.
Dropping my gaze, I trail the lines I painted on her cheeks and temple through my dark lashes. My hips start moving to the rhythm, against hers. My hands find their necks and my fingers start caressing their heated flesh.
My body temperature rises as she curves her back, rolling her hips and shaking her hair to the song. Taken by the heart-thumping beats, she starts jumping and grinding against us. The lights hit her glowing face and I flick my eyes to meet Ronnie’s sparkling skin. He’s breathing heavily. His hand comes aroundher stomach, tucking her closer before he clasps it around my throat.
I’m easily swept away song after song.
Amber’s fingers roam over our tight muscles. The gym rats we are leave no room for doubt regarding our lifestyles. We’re not big and bulky yet, well-defined; packed with abs and thick biceps to satisfy her greedy hands. So greedy. They flex down my stomach and send my hand to latch onto her throat as a warning.
I’ve been eyeing the slender column of her neck, it fits so well against my palm.
She giggles in return, her pulse ticking faster, and a sweet gasp escapes her lips.
A lopsided grin decorates my face as I look down at her, and flick my eyes up to Ronnie whose darkened eyes don’t stray from mine.
“You like that?” Ronnie whispers against her ear, pushing his front to her rear. With a wicked twinkle in his eyes, he catches her earlobe between his teeth and nips it, eliciting another desperate gasp from Amber.
