Page 18 of Mark Us Little Bear
With their heavy arms around me, I feel their thick cocks pressing against my stomach and backside. Just like that, all the shit I dealt with today fades as I get lost in our moment.
Chewing the cookie, I pause.It tastes different…I roll it on my tongue and snap my eyes to the side—Teddy’s jar is open and I immediately spit the cookie into my hand.
Son of a bitch it tastes awful. It smells good but tastes like an ointment—not that I tasted it but I bet it would taste like this cookie if it were tested.
I forgot Ronnie started putting those in a jar.
I tilt the screen down, still disgusted, I sprint to rinse my mouth out in the kitchen sink. With long strides, I stalk toAmber’s room to check on her and peek through the door she left wide open.
She is still sleeping and I’m happy to see her cozy and safe with Teddy beside her. Stifling a moan, she shifts a little and rolls farther to Teddy’s side, revealing the tip of a studded…
Bat?
What…
I have so many questions. Out of everything she could’ve taken out of her luggage, this is the most important thing?
What if she’s a serial killer with a baseball bat? That’s kind of hot,in theory.What if Ronnie was right?
Oh, but what if it’s a sex thing…
Now I’m curious even more.
I slide my phone out of my pocket and call Ronnie.
Passing the hall, I wonder if there’s a reason she has a bat. Did something happen to her? Is it just for protection? Did she use it? Why is she sleeping with it? But I keep these thoughts at bay and creep to Ronnie’s room on the other side of the apartment.
The door is ajar and with a light push, it opens wide. His sandalwood scent lingers. I head toward his closet where he keeps his cologne, well, our cologne—we use the same brand and mine just ran out.
“How can I be at your service?” He answers on the third beep. The sound of traffic in the background is deafening.
“She has abat.It’s under her pillow as we speak and Teddy is an accomplice.”
I spritz it on my neck and wrists, glancing at the made-up navy blue sheets—he always keeps it clean and organized. The stack of books on the right nightstand hasn’t moved in a week. The bottom drawer is slightly open though…
“Are you on crack?” He sighs. “I had to stop on the side of the road to answer you.”
Inching closer, I gaze down at it from above, trying to see what he has inside without touching anything. I can’t see shit through the narrow gap.
Fuck this.I’ll have a sneak peek.
“No, I’m not. I’m just a concerned roommate. But what if she put something in my food or water?”
I bend down, hooking my finger around the wooden edge of the drawer, and drag it toward me. A midsize butt plug reveals itself to me and my eyes go wide.
A bat, now a butt plug… So many revelations. Not to mention I already know he has bottles of lube in his office drawer.
“I can’t with you. I don’t even know if you’re joking or being serious.” His voice pulls me back. “May I remind you that you pressed to get her inside my apartment? But, it’s just a bat it doesn’t mean anything. I’m almost home, we can address the situation later.”
“Okay, andI wasjoking. She amuses me, a little unpredictable like you. Ride safe.“ I end the call and pocket my phone.
I shove the drawer back to its rightful place, exit the room, and leave the house.This house is full of kinky fuckers, me included.
The elevator doors almost close but I smoothly stick my boot between them and they slide open.
“Piper…” I step inside, lining my back against the panel.
“Bradley…” Our fourteen-year-old neighbor sneers at me, wearing a preppy outfit.
