Page 57 of Mark Us Little Bear
My hands travel to knead his solid thighs that sit inside those mouthwatering purple sweats—I think he wore something purple on purpose, and it makes me giddy. “Your followers must be devastated that you took a week off.”
“I would rather spend it with you two and my family.” He draws a deep breath, holding Ronnie’s hand. “We always make the most of this week so we have many more movie nights, football games, good food, andother activities.”
“Yippee kay—” Everyone throws popcorn on him before Cole even finishes that quote. “This family is so violent.” He turns back to the screen completely immersed in the movie with the rest of his brothers.
Ronnie and Bradley glance at each other with a soft, adoring smile and I melt for them. Their bond is undeniably one of the most heartwarming things I’ve ever witnessed—so much respect and honesty.
Freshly showered, their sandalwood scent is more potent than before, overpowering the subtle musk body cream I applied before we came down to watch a movie. I don’t mind though, sniffing them is pretty addicting at this stage.
“It’s nice that you have the same cologne, it still smells different on your skin.”
“He finished his bottle two months ago,” Ronnie quietly remarks, eyes still tracking the movement on the screen, “He’s stealing mine.”
“We’re using the same one it’s just a waste,” Bradley explains and I can already hear the hint of amusement in his voice.
“It’s just an excuse to get inside my room and use my stuff.”
“Duh…”
I chuckle in silence, “Youarea nosy fucker.”
Tickling my sides, Bradley growls and whispers, “You will regret saying this in a few minutes.”
“What did you have in mind?”
The faint sound of drums drifting from the house catches my attention, I slightly turn my head toward it.
“Ryan and I used to play drums with Dad. Mom wanted him to continue playing so she asked him to give her lessons and fell in love with it herself.” Bradley tells.
“The noise suddenly became a great companion.” I drag my hands up his veiny forearms and back down again.
With a small grin, he replies, “Yeah.”
“Can I watch you play?”
“Mmm… maybe,” he kisses my neck, “If you’re a good girl.”
I squeeze the popcorn bowl between my thighs, needing to feel something else between them that can send me to the cusp of an orgasm and my hands are just not enough.Yet their hands…
“It’s so much fun watching you squirm instead,” he whispers in my ear like he can read my mind.
He pulls the fabric of my skirt upward, and his hands slowly slide to the inner side of my thighs, pushing the bowl forward with two fingers to make more space. My heart rate spikes as he caresses my sensitive skin and strokes it in light patterns closer and closer to my pulsing center.
Fuck, why do they torture me like this? Giving me just an inch, a taste, when I’m burning up with desire and throbbing with lust.
The cool breeze feathers my scorching cheeks as short gasps escape me and my teeth sink into my lower lip.
The Meiss brothers are sitting at the front, their eyes glued to the screen and backs leaning against the beanbag chairs they set in a row several inches from us. The audio is loud enough to cover what we’re doing behind them.
His fingers slip under my underwear, grazing the first inch of skin underneath the edge of the fabric and my walls contract around the emptiness inside me yet the promise of ringed fingers pushing against them.
Bradley quickly brings his free hand over my mouth to quiet my soft moan, letting his thumb drag across my lips. “Shhh,you must stay quiet if you want us to continue.” He slides his knuckles down my throat.
Us…?
“Lie back against my chest and relax.”
I do so and as I open my legs farther apart and press them to Bradley’s long ones, a familiar hand moves to touch between my thighs from a different direction.
