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Ronnie

W e cross the aisle, our cart is filled with cookies, water bottles, ice cream, and Little Bear who is having the time of her life being carried around. She tips her head back and I bend down to kiss her waiting red lips.

These tickles in my stomach never get old. Nuzzling my nose, her fingers caress the back of my neck and pluck my ball cap abruptly—the one I took from Bradley. Her giggles collide with my cheek as I glance at Bradley’s amused smirk.

“We’ve arrived, roomies.” He winks. “Piper ditched me in favor of Sour Patch Kids, she’ll be back in a few.”

“Did she get a second chance?” Amber asks.

“Yup! Funny enough, I met your ex’s brother, Mr. Ripley.”

She straightens up, all ears. “No way, that’s her teacher?”

I nod slowly.

“Can you tell us about Patrick?” Bradley digs for more information but I don’t think there is any.

“There is nothing to tell.” She jerks her shoulders up. “We met in high school, bumped into each other a few years later, and started dating. He knew I didn’t love him and I knew he was still in love with his high school girlfriend. He’s a good guy, we ended things on good terms. He just wasn’t the one for me.”

“Ah, the one. Suddenly, it doesn’t apply here.” Bradley says, turning around just in time to face Piper.

“Strawberries or watermelon?” She holds them in each hand, staring at him with arched eyebrows.

Shrugging, “Why choose? Get them both,” he grabs the bags and throws them inside our cart. “See.”

“Lift me to the top shelf.” Amber stares at me with puppy eyes.

I squat down and she straddles my shoulders before I push back up again, letting her skim through the party-size bags of chips and Doritos, amongst others.

“This is the best day I’ve had in a long time,” Piper says. “I’m so happy you moved in with them.”

“Me too,” Amber replies, sounding like the happiest girl who deserves the world, but most importantly, she sounds peaceful. “They became my best friends the moment we met.”

That’s true.

“I’m kicking your butt that’s what I’m doing.” Piper’s eyes are fixed on the screen as the video game continues. Her sassy tone doesn’t lose an ounce of her clever mockery.

“I can’t believe we agreed to watch Star Wars with you,” Bradley says in frustration, getting his ass served to him by a fourteen-year-old.

“My b—friend would’ve if you didn’t.”

“Just so we’re clear, were you about to say, my bully or my boyfriend?”

“What do you think?” Her voice drips with sarcasm.

“You don’t need a boyfriend. They’re idiots.” Now he takes it out on the controller, his fingers fly on the buttons.

“Someone’s grumpy,” Piper smirks, getting closer to the finish line. Her car is a mile ahead of his.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Denial… is one of the steps into an unhealthy—”

“What are you doing?” He cuts her off, screwing his eyebrows together.

“Talking until you lose,” Amber answers for her and gets a high five while she eats her chocolate chip cookies.

“I was just about to say it.”

“She’s like your spirit animal, look at you.” Bradley’s lip curves upward into a snarl as he loses the game.

“I messed up.” Piper puts the controller beside her.

“Can you be a little more specific?” Bradley replies with a raised eyebrow.

“I said something I shouldn’t.”

“Did you apologize?”

“Yeah, but it’s going to take more than that. So I thought I would buy her a gift. Take her somewhere special. Show her I’m sorry. Pay for her next purchase. Surprise her with something unexpected.”

Bradley narrows his eyes at her.

“My mom and I do it when we’re being mean to each other. We have strong personalities and can be a bit much at times.”

It clicks in my head and an idea surfaces. “Piper you’re a genius,” I say and rush to gather my phone from the table. Nana’s birthday is coming soon and I must prepare for her special day. Seventy-five should be a day to remember and Piper gave me the perfect idea. I’m going to do all of it. Surprise upon surprise.

“I expect payment in cash, see you at our next session.” She replies playfully and I chuckle at her witty answer.

“I already paid for everything, baby Yoda.” Bradley takes over the conversation again.

“I really liked that movie.”

“I can’t believe you forced us to watch Star Wars my soul slowly evaporated with each take.“ It was evident in his eyes. He couldn’t help himself but talk for the entire movie.

“It was good , admit it.”

“Never.”

I swear I don’t need to do anything because watching them is the embodiment of entertainment. It never gets boring. It never gets too silent and even then I find comfort in it.

Piper’s phone vibrates against the coffee table. She picks it up and answers. “Hey Mom, I’m coming.” She hangs the call, grabs her shoes, and heads to the door. “Guys, I have to go, it’s late. I had the best time. Thank you so much for everything.”

“Thank you for joining us,” Amber gets up to hug her, “Till next time, Baby Yoda.”

“See you.” Piper waves at us and Amber locks the door behind her. She rounds the couch and grabs Harley from the table, propping her over her shoulder.

“Keep playing and maybe… scooch closer.”

We do until our thighs press against each other.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” she smiles softly, “So obedient.”

“Just say the word and we’ll dominate you, Little Bear.” Bradley challenges before she lifts her leg with a smirk, digging her heel into my chest.

“Take it off.” She flicks her eyes at me, looking like an evil little bear with her adorable onesie.

I knew she wore those heels on purpose.

I slowly round my hands around her ankle and unfasten the black strap, using the other to tug it off. Our eyes locked. Not a single beat passes where we lose our eye contact. No blinking is allowed.

I press my lips to her bare feet and kiss it.

“Good.” She lowers her leg down, dragging it over the bulge in my pants. “I didn’t say you could stop playing.”

I grab the controller and tighten my grip as a low rumble builds in my chest.

She does the same to Bradley with the other heel, giving him the same treatment and he groans when she rubs her foot against his confined cock.

“Take off your shirts.”

We comply in a heartbeat.

Smacking her red lips together, she leans over me and presses them to my chest, neck, and abdomen, trailing more down my arms. Amber doesn’t stop until I’m filled with red kisses all over my mid and upper body.

Then she moves to Bradley and does the same, marking us with her gorgeous imprint.

She places Harley on the couch beside me and kneels between my legs. Her small fingers unzip my jeans and pull out my erection.

I’m already hard for you.

I gasp at the feel of her stroking me as I try to focus on the racing game we started. I clear my voice when she withdraws to take out Bradley’s cock.

I sneak a glance and bite my lip as I watch her hands work him hard, stroking his cock up and down.

“Fuck, this is hard. I think I just went straight into a tree.” He groans in pleasure.

“You better keep playing because whoever wins gets to fuck me.” That little tease presses her lips to his head and suck.

I smile because I’m leading but I’m dying to stop and watch them.

“Omg, stop. Stop. Stop.” He whimpers, his voice rising up and down. “I’m going to c-come. I’m extra sensitive today.”

She doesn’t, giving a few more strokes and suctions, blinking back tears when she starts to gag but never eases until she finishes him. “Bring me, Harley, fast!” She commands and grabs her bat from my hand, letting his cum smear all over it.

“You’re so evil, goddammit, it was so hot. I love it when you defy me.” His last inhale whooshes from his lips in a hasty, shaky breath.

Her heaving chest rises and falls. Eyes pierce Bradley as she brings her bat to her lips, sticks her tongue out, and drags it along the surface. She collects every drop slowly. Sensually.

I gulp hard, gasping, and pay no mind to the game anymore. My body’s temperature climbs up and my fingertips prickle. My cock throbs and twitches.

“Your turn,” her gaze encounters mine and a mischievous smile rises across her mouth as she drops Harley on Bradley’s lap.

She crams my cock inside her mouth, slurping around my thickness and gobbling it down her throat eagerly. She hums and gags, continuing the sweet torture and making all of my favorite sounds.

“Bradley bring your mouth here,” she orders, pointing to my tip. He doesn’t wait for more instructions and eagerly stuffs my cock inside his hungry mouth, sucking the head so hard I’m forced to see stars.

“Fuck.”

He flicks his tongue and then her tongue meets his for a torturous dance.

“You like to push our buttons, poke us, and turn our words around.” I grit my teeth and groan. A chill runs down my spine from the mind-blowing sensation. “You will pay for this.”

“Put it on my tab.” She stops to say those words and dives right in, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I slump against the couch, eyes rolling as pleasure hits me like a tsunami.

Spurts of cum stick to her bat as she strokes and milks every drop from me. Amber licks it clean, so erotically, my hungry eyes follow her tongue as my cum disappears.

“You said we get to fuck you.” Bradley brings his hand to her thigh.

“I said whoever wins gets to fuck me.” She corrects.

“Call it a win-win. We’ll share you fifty-fifty until you come.” I retort with a smile, dragging the zipper of her onesie down, baring her breasts to my rough touch and I wait for her to slip out of it.

Her puckered nipples are begging to be sucked. “Come here.” I lift her up with ease and place her on top of my cock, “Slide down, baby.”

Bradley reaches out for the half-finished ice cream on the coffee table. He takes a spoonful and smears it across her breast, and another on her thigh.

We crush our mouths against her, each conquering a different area. The heat of her body against my lips, her natural sweet-salty taste that mixes with the cookies ‘N cream causes my cock to twitch again.

She moans beautifully, each note is a melody she composes for us.

Bradley smears more ice cream on her collarbone, the side of her neck, and lips. My tongue swipes across her collarbone, slowly gathering it. I glance at Bradley sucking the spot he marked on her neck until it turns red. Moving up, I dart my tongue out and drag it across her lips, cleaning the ice cream and cum she was so pleased to swallow.

I’m entranced by how well we work together. Our bodies move in sync. She lifts herself and sinks hard all the way down, taking every inch of me.

“You keep moving like that, and you’re going to leave me no choice but to slam into you until we can’t see straight anymore,” I gasp as her walls swallow me again. “Is that what you want? To lose your abilities one by one and be left at the mercy of the pleasure we instill in you.”

“Yes, yes.” She bounces, slowly reigning my fucking mind and I’m dying to feel them both against my skin.

We pass her between us, letting her clench a few times and switch. “What it’s not enough to clench around our cocks one at a time, for a few seconds.” I moan as her walls spasm tighter around me, refusing to let go. “Now you have to go,” I say and she whines.

“Oh look, there’s a wet trail down her thigh.” Bradley chuckles and smears it over her clit as she comes down on him and I bring my thumb over his fingers to apply pressure to the circles he is drawing.

“Please, I need you to fuck me.” A plea escapes her lips.

I grab the cup of melting ice cream, and let it cascade slowly down her spine before I meet it at her tailbone and lick it all the way up.

“You just made her clench my cock tighter.”

I bring my hand over her shoulder and let it drip onto her breasts for him. He captures her nipple between his lips in seconds, slurping around the sweetness of it. Of her.

“Put her on the couch, I’m going to get the lube.” I skip quickly on my feet while he fucks her in the meantime, coloring the space with their arousing sounds.

I return within a minute, squeezing the liquid out of the bottle onto Bradley’s taut back hole.

“Hurry, she is going to come and so am I.”

I brush my cockhead along him and push it in. Inch after inch I bury myself deep inside his slicked tightness. I have no mercy tonight. I drill him making him push into her deep and thorough, thrusting like tomorrow will never come.

Amber bucks her hips up, needing more friction, wanting more of the sweet pain, and enduring our rough thrusts like a goddess.

This is one of those moments when we don’t have to talk, we just want to feel our bodies glide against each other as our souls sear into one another and combust.

We utter cries of pleasure as our release takes us under a blazing wave.

I will never get enough of them.

Ever.

Every day I feel like I’ve only got a snippet of who they are, even though I’m a bearer of their darkest secrets. I’m a promise of a loving future. I’m a shelter of their tender hearts. It’s not enough, I want more. I want more days of us—tangled in each other or collecting more adventures wherever the wind takes us.

I knew it from the moment I met them.

They are the light of my life.