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Bradley

A s 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 is hard .”

“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.

I glance at Ronnie and can read his expression—the longing in his eyes. The love he cages to protect his heart. The pain he felt when his world crumbled. And it hurts me to know Amber feels just the same. They’re so alike in that way. But they are finally letting go of that pain.

We squish her tiny body between us, “Can we kiss you?”

Sniffling, tears glide down her cheeks and mix with the raindrops. “Yes,” she nods, “I want you to kiss me more than anything right now.”

I don’t know who presses to who first but our mouths roll together. My hand finds her throat and Ronnie tugs her hair back. Little moans are captured in my mouth as I suck her tongue while Ronnie trails kisses down her neck and starts nipping a spot loudly.

I get lost in the song. In them. In the roaring sound of the pouring rain.

We switch and I take the other side of her neck while they kiss all the pain in each other and heal it too.

“How do we make this work between us?” She whispers against his lips.

“We just open our hearts and let each other feel,” I answer. “Let’s go home.” I take her helmet and fix it for her before I pull mine over my head.

“Helmet kiss.” She tips her head back and I press my helmet to hers, keeping our eye contact as I do so. “Good boy.” Amber smacks my visor down so I smack hers and then we smack Ronnie’s together.

“Oh, don’t worry.” He fastens the strap as he straddles the bike. “I’ll smack your asses when we get back home until you beg me to stop.”