Page 71 of Mark Us Little Bear
I blink long and hard, quirking my brows. “Maybe she went through his phone?”
“Or he just gave it to her when she asked.”
Scowling, I grit my teeth. “Humph, why don’t you let me hate on her a little longer?” I smother a groan painfully.
“Because she is still the mother of the woman we’re falling in love with.”
I flick the cigarette at my side and take Ronnie’s hand when he holds it out for me. “I know she loves her dad and sisterso much, it breaks me that Melanie tries to sabotage it whether she realizes it or not. Because when she drives Amber away, she drives her away from them too.”
“We will keep her safe,” he promises.
Bradley
Puffy clouds are painted pastel pink and peach on calming pale blue skies with muted lilac streaks. The sun is gone from sight, leaving behind a masterpiece before darkness slots in. We sit on the bikes, eat ice cream next to the boardwalk, and stare at the stagnant ocean.
“This is perfect,” Amber leans on the fuel tank and licks her vanilla ice cream while we wait for her to finish, “I missed this view.”
“So did I,” my eyes go down Ronnie’s length, “Scream,” I shout at him.
“What?” he looks over his shoulder at us wrinkling his nose.
“Scream, fuck cancer.”
Returning to stare at the ocean again, he says, “I can’t.”
“You can.”
A loud “FUUUUUCK!” pierces my ears and I glance at Amber—mouth hanging open, eyebrows raised as surprise washes all over me.
“Atta girl!” I slap her ass and she giggles in return, flashing a little.
So damn cute.
We both turn when Ronnie screams “FUCK CANCER!”
“FUUUUUCK!” My voice comes out hoarse at the end.
A few people turn to look but quickly move along when they realize there’s nothing here to see.Yeah, we’re three idiots who can scream.
“Heads up, I’m climbing behind you,” Ronnie advances toward me.
I eagerly look over to him when it suddenly dawns on me. “Wait, is this the part where you teach me how to ride a motorcycle?” I tap on the fuel tank. “I knew you’d try a Matthew McConaughey move on me.”
“Shut up.” He rolls his eyes, blushing, and a cute sheepish grin decorates his face.
“Why don’t you shut me up?” I turn backward, returning to straddle the bike before he climbs on it too.
His eyes cast a storm that draws me in like turbulence. “You’re impossible.” His voice is soft. Desperate.
My hands slide slowly up his thighs, “Debatable.”
“Predictable.”
“Now, you’re just trying to offend me.” I fire back but don’t lose that eye contact, not even for a second. I’m sucked in and I don’t want him to spit me out. “If you don’t kiss me right now, I’m tossing you to the wolves.”
His brows pull in confusion, “You mean your brothers?”
“Yes.”
