Page 28 of Mark Us Little Bear
“What did you do in my room?”
“Checking up on you when you slept but that studded bat caught my attention.”
Studded bat… “Can I see it?” I ask.
“Mhm.” Skipping on her little feet, she runs down the hall and returns with that sparkling weapon. “That’s Harley.” She proudly says and hands it to me.
“Why do you have it?” Bradley questions, uncapping the beer bottles he lined on the counter. “Is that a sex thing?”
“Do you want to know?” Her eyebrow curves higher.
“Ah—yes!”
She cocks her head to the side, putting her hand on her hip. “I lived alone and I needed protection.”
“But violence is not the answer.” He teases and I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s funny coming from you,” I remark, swinging the bat in the air and shooting my cocky smirk.
“I’m very protective.”
“It shows.” I wink at him.
“Well, I’m relieved it’s not a sex thing although that could’ve been interesting.” He smirks wickedly at me.
“Your mind is going places,” Amber comments.
“Definitely.” Catching all the beer necks between his fingers, he lifts them all in one hand. “How good are you with a bat?”
“I’mgooddo you want to volunteer.“ She arches her brow, and mischief glints in her eyes.
“Only if you use it for sex.” We both say together.
I guess great minds think alike.
While the credits continue to roll on the screen and we gather around the coffee table again, Amber says, “Guys, I’m staying.”
Later before I go to bed I leave a spare key with a note on her nightstand.Your way out, Little Bear.
Amber
Iapply another layer of red lipstick in front of the mirror. The natural light filters in from the window next to me.
My door is open a crack and soft music drifts inside along with the fresh smell of pancakes.Sweet pancakes.
“Mmm,” I moan, mouth-watering as I place my makeup bag on top of the corner desk nearby. My studded bat, Harley, is also resting against it.
Checking myself one more time before I exit the room, I wink at my sexy self. My thick heels click against the floor as I follow the smell of my morning breakfast through the hall and hum to the song.
“Where are you going looking like that, heartbreaker?” Ronnie addresses my outfit of the day—red boots, ripped jeans, and a white blouse paired with a denim jacket. His gorgeous blue eyes hover down my body and quickly up to meet my eyes again. “You look beautiful.” He never misses the chance to praise, compliment, and make me feel good about myself. Every day I find new reasons to smile when I wake up, whether it is Ronnie’spiercing gaze, filled with desire, or Bradley’s unstoppable energy.
We spent these last days settling me in and I even convinced Ronnie to get a few girly things to make me feel at home. So I tossed a few powder pink blankets on our gray L-couch and decorated the bathroom with a cute rug and flowery curtain. I paid for this week’s grocery shopping since I mostly ate at their expanse and Ronnie says he wouldn’t charge me for rent this month, so it’s only fair.
A week ago I almost hit him and now I sleep in his house—how my luck has changed…
However, we stopped losing half our clothes in front of each other and stuck to writing about our naked selves inside the file on the laptop for now. Yet I can’t deny I’m a little eager to watch them come to life, especially after what happened the other day.
I finally decided to read their words instead of just writing mine but I was a little tired last night so I snapped a few pictures of scenes to read in bed and fell asleep.
