Page 84 of Mark Us Little Bear
“I knew it had to be Violet.” Her voice breaks again. “For a year I held her nonstop, forced my parents to buy her purple clothes, and dreamt of the day we could play and talk to each other.”
It never came.I can hear those words trail off without her saying them.
Bradley
As we enter the house Amber scoops up Teddy and dashes up the stairs into my room. I held myself but I wanted to cry for her loss too. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like living with this every day. She was so honored to give her sister the name Violet and she didn’t know how short their time would be.
“I have an idea to cheer her up,” I say as I turn to Ronnie.
“Parking lot?” he stares back at me, mirroring my lazy smirk.
“So you can read my mind now.”
“I don’t want to brag but I’m pretty sure I always could.”
“Oh, you taste like garlic.” My lips slowly withdraw from hers.
“You knew what you signed off for when you fed that mouth.” She grabs the last piece of garlic bread, chewing around her full mouth and I wipe the crumbs sticking to the corner of her lips. “I think we need a longer break. Shooting videos for your Instagram ishard.”
“It is when you have two left feet.”
“Hey,” she playfully shoves Ronnie at his chest.
“We’re still recording,” I remind them and they both shrug, unbothered. This is better than the dancing videos we tried to shoot earlier. Amber rubs her tired lids—she is pretty exhausted after two hours of shooting these videos and mastering her moves. “You did a great job, Bear.” I run my hand up and down her arm.
“I want cheesecake as a reward.” She’s giving me those puppy eyes.
“I’ll buy you cheesecake after you nail this mother.” I leave the fucker part out since we’re not trying to get flagged.
Amber’s head falls in defeat but I lift her chin. “I got us whipped cream.” I fish it out of my backpack, shaking it. “Open your mouth.” I pile it up to her nose and she laughs, spitting some of it all over. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
She can’t speak with her mouth full but her little laughs are so freaking adorable.
“I think you need a little more here,” I spray the tip of her nose. “There you go.”
I suddenly feel her hands grabbing my jacket while she shakes her head. Yanking me to her, she presses our faces together.
“It tastes better on you anyway.” I lick the corner of her mouth. “Garlic and whipped cream, who knew?”
“I think I’m going to pass out after this,” Amber drapes herself on the bike.
“I mean the smell alone can put you down,” I joke.
“Shut up.”
I spray Ronnie’s mouth and while he keeps his eyes on me, mouth full of white substance, it sends a jolt of pleasure right to my cock.
Fuck.
Swallowing it down in seconds, he flashes that wicked smirk. “I’ll let you do that, soon.”
This definitely doesn’t make the cut—I’ll keep all of it to myself and give my followers our dance videos.
Light raindrops start dotting the ground and gradually increase their force until we become soaking wet in minutes. Amber jumps into a puddle, her eyes sparkling with merriment and cheerfulness. “It’s raining.” She bounces in place. “You have a thing for dancing in parking lots maybe you summoned the rain.”
“I’m romantic like that.” Pulling out my phone, I hit the first playlist I see and Wonderful Life by Alter Bridge starts playing—I was lucky to watch them live with my Dad before he passed.
I shake my head to the skies knowing he’s somewhere out there watching over me.
