Page 27 of Mark Us Little Bear
Lifting himself off the couch, he starts disrobing his clothes. “It’s only fair I’ll let you see my abs while we’re working—I mean watching.”
He loves to take off his shirt wherever, and whenever. Every time his chest bounces Amber giggles, so he does it again and then once more to hear her adorable giggles.
“You like that, don’t you?” His tongue swipes his bottom lip.
Nodding firmly, she says, “I’m enjoying the view that’s for sure.”
I wink and wiggle my eyebrows and he mirrors the same gesture back. Then my eyes find Amber, my hand is still on herthigh, my thumb stroking her slowly and she tries to strain a little moan before it breaks free but her cheeks flush pink.
“This is my favorite part.” She confesses softly, gazing at the screen where Matthew McConaughey teaches Kate Hudson how to ride a motorcycle.
“Mine too.” Slouching back on the couch, Bradley runs his fingertip across her arm and goosebumps break across her skin. “If you weren’t such a badass on a bike we could’ve taught you ourselves.”
“Too bad I am.” Her lips pull into a sassy smirk.
“Goddamn.”
He took the words out of my mouth.
“You like us?” He says, his breath fanning her ear.
“Yes.”
Pressing two fingers to her jaw, he rotates her head in my direction. “Look at him.” Bradley urges. “Look at the ink on his skin from shoulders to his ankles. Do you want to touch them?”
Her pupils are dilated, but her eyes run along my body, memorizing it inch by inch. Lips hanging open, she nods. “I want to touch you.”
I stare at her a moment longer, half hypnotized before I say, “Touch me.”
As she sends her hand to the side, her fingers find my tatted abs and I flex beneath them. She lets her hand roam upward. Finding the planes of my firm chest, she delicately squeezes it and I break into a small laugh as her eager hand brushes over my shoulder, neck, and face.
“Good girl.” His low, husky voice praises behind her, centering us both.
Bradley mentioned my fantasy but expressed plenty of times in his chapters about his desire to play with two people.
Amber’s fingertips dig into my thigh, squeezing it, and tracing the big dead moth tattoo I got years ago from Luka.
“So eager,” Bradley’s fingers skim acrossherthigh and her toes curl each time.
Wait…
“Shit, what day is it tomorrow?” Realization strikes me. Between my appointment and our new roommate, I completely forgot.
“Friday.” Their heads snap upright as my mouth parts.
“Fuck, there’s a private event at the club tomorrow. Our client booked it from noon till six but asked if we could help with a game they planned for their guests and I said I would do it. They even paid extra for it.”
“What do you need us to do?” Amber jumps off the couch ready to be bossed around. She claps her little hands twice, “Chop-chop, let’s get to work.”
“You sure?”That’s the last thing I wanted to do tonight.
“Let’s open some beers,” Bradley suggests, squatting in the middle of the living room. “I’m just warming up, did you get a nice view.” He looks over his shoulder and blows us a kiss.
“Oh yes… Do it again for science.” Amber jokes but pretty pink polishes her cheeks again. It’s fun having her here with us, rolling with our jokes and humor. It feels natural despite the fact we just met, we’ve only known each other for a day,almosta day.
My lips stretch wide as I watch them walk to the kitchen. I hop off the couch to bring a box and two trays I hid in the cabinet at the far corner.
“I have a serious question and now is the perfect time to ask why you have a bat in your room?” His eyes dance between Amber’s. I knew he wouldn’t last long.
