Page 9 of Mark Us Little Bear
Swallowing thickly inside my hold, she replies softly, “I love it.”
We’re all so hypnotized by one another that it’s hard to make sense of it, but we’re living in the moment.
“What else do you love?” Ronnie prompts. His lips pull into a sexy smirk, eyes fixed on mine.
I gaze at him before Amber opens her seductive lips. “Being pressed against you. Both of you. I want more of it.”
Fuck me.
I want more of this too.
Ronnie winks at me, inching closer and I do too. He tugs at her hair and a tiny whimper pushes past her throat, shooting an electric shock through me.
I’m really into this and by the look of it, so are they.
I draw a line down Amber’s tender skin, stopping at the valley of her breasts where the neckline of her top ends. Her body is so responsive, obeying each of our impulses.
She nibbles on her bottom lip, and her hand comes up to clutch my bicep, enjoying the tension, and absorbing the heat.
Ronnie bites out a curse next to her ear as I whisper, “You have nowhere to run.”
Nestled between our uneven breaths and aroused bodies. Her black fingernails sink into my forearm, denting my skin as another song dictates the pressure she applies.
We continue to dance.
“C’mon, I want your handprints on my ass.” Grabbing some paint, she smears it on our hands. I press my blue-painted palm to her left ass cheek and Ronnie takes the other, leaving a green handprint on her jeans. “My ass glows!” She shouts. Satisfaction pours from her voice.
She knows how to have fun that’s for sure.
My reflection against my phone screen shows Amber’s paint job—two Xs crossing my eyes, and a joker smile. She even managed to paint a skeleton hand on me and Ronnie.
I unlock the screen and browse it, waiting for them to exit the restrooms—we finally took a break after an hour on the dance floor. My back is against the wall, one leg is bent and the sole ofmy boot is pressed against it too. I glance at the bar to my right when a familiar drunken laughter reaches me.
His ex is sitting there all bubbly, raising a toast with a bunch of guys, I fake gagging and look away.
“Do you boys want to go for a ride?” Amber returns and steals my attention right away. I glance to the side seeing Ronnie standing there too, wiping his semi-wet hands against his jeans.
“Wait… you’re a biker?” I ask. A smile slowly rises.
“Yeah,” Ronnie confirms, still fixing his clothes.
“Fuck yeah, let’s go,” pumped about the revelation, I clap my hand against hers.
“What time is it?” She asks.
“After midnight.”
Amber lips part into an O-shape, her eyes calculating. “Let’s get burgers, I’mstarving.“ She enunciates the last word with determination. “McDonald’s is about fifteen minutes away from here, less if we ride fast. Let’s get a Big Mac.”
She’s a menace like me.
“I’m in,” Ronnie and I reply in unison, breaking into a smile.
Amber squeals and I kick my leg off the wall.
“Let’s give this lady what her heart desires.” I arch my brow and Ronnie tries to decipher my words, narrowing his eyes.Don’t think about it too hard.
I nudge his shoulder and signal them to come with me outside.
