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Amber

Four months later

T he ocean extends behind this sizzling modern villa, and a few rays of sunshine warm my skin as a nice wind whooshes past the trees surrounding the house.

“I can’t believe we’re in Melbourne Australia.” My eyes roam over a canopy of lush white roses and overgrown greenery placed in the center of Emilia’s backyard, Luka’s grandma.

“Right?! This is incredible.” A pink-haired woman bounces on her feet beside me. She seems a little younger than me. Her cheerfulness pours out of her with each movement. “I’m Lennon, Dean’s girlfriend. He is Luka and Ronnie’s longtime friend.”

“Yeah,” realization strikes me, “I heard so much about you two.” I grin, remembering all of the preparations my men did so I wouldn’t feel out of place when everyone here knows each other. “You’re tattoo artists from California. Ronnie said that you visit sometimes and work in Luka’s shop.”

“Dean does, I haven’t had the chance yet but I hope I will. I would love to go to New York, plus the opportunity to work with incredible tattoo artists is a dream.”

“Definitely a dream, this cheesecake is incredible.” Another woman with gorgeous olive eyes and long blond hair joins the friendly chat. “I’m Frankie, Dylan’s cousin.”

“How did you get it?” I smirk, knowing the wedding cake is a strawberry cheesecake.

“Dylan made two extra cakes, one for her and Luka and one for Luka’s grandma.” Frankie lowers her voice and looks around to make sure no one hears.

I chuckle because it’s a small ceremony just close family and friends.

“From who did you steal that piece from?” Lennon questions with a wicked grin.

“Emilia likes me,” she wiggles her brows and nods as she takes another bite. I stare at the fluffy piece with a creamy texture and my mouth waters.

“Okay girls, we should start a group chat for everyone and meet when we can,” Lennon extracts her phone from her champagne jumpsuit, “I already have some of their numbers.” She types our numbers quickly. “What should we call it?”

“Hmmm, biker squad?” I suggest.

“Love that,” Frankie comments as she finishes her cake.

“DUCK!” Kan produces more grating squawks. “Born to be wild.” He is a beautiful white feathered cockatoo who rocks himself from side to side, drawing Bradley’s attention like a moth to a flame.

“I want a parrot too.” Bradley has been fixated on him since we arrived, running jokes and singing along, “Let’s get one.”

“No.” The word hangs thickly in the air.

Ronnie and I glance at each other, knowing this would be the biggest headache we could acquire.

“No fucking way. Kan is crazy. I had to babysit him once and he is relentless. He sang all night and I had to go to work with dark circles under my eyes and Born to be Wild on replay.”

“Why not?” He snarls though there is a pleased undertone in his voice.

“Because I said so,” Ronnie smirks, and I watch the ladies moving farther away from us.

“Oh, so you are going to use that tone with me?”

I inch closer, planting myself between them, and they slide their hands inside the slits at the side of my lilac dress. “I’m going to bounce on your cocks until we break something if you misbehave.”

“I dare you,” Bradley whispers in my ear.

They grind against me, hot-blooded and hardening as the seconds slip away.

Kan creaks and squeals in the background as my hands find the bulge tenting their pants.

“He sounds like so much fun.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I whisper against Bradley’s neck and feel Ronnie’s wicked grin against my cheek.

“You will pay for this after the ceremony.”

“Sit still, I’m almost done.” Bradley’s shirtless back is staring at me. I gawk at his fallen angel tattoo for a split second while the buzz of the machine echoes.

“There you are,” needle-to-skin, “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been waiting to do this.” He turns it off. “You’re up next it won’t take long.”

“That fucker forced me to get on my knees,” Ronnie lifts himself up, stretching his neck as he strides to look at his new tattoo in the mirror.

“Well, it’s your turn to get on your knees, Little Bear.” Bradley’s sweet grin turns into a wicked smirk. “Hop on the bed.”

“Is that Luka’s equipment?” I ask, climbing on the leather bed.

“There are like five tattoo artists in this place right now, it’s everyone’s equipment.” He flips me onto my stomach, lifts my ass in the air, and ties my hands behind my back with a rubber band. “Sit still for ten minutes unless you want to be fucked by two dicks tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” I smirk and a resounding smack lands on my ass.

Fuck.

I purse my lips as my walls clench.

“It’s not comfortable.”

“It doesn’t need to be.” Bradley sanitizes my neck and grabs the machine. “Do you trust me?

“Yes.”

“I already have this tattoo on my neck, Ronnie has it and now you will. It’s for us.”

“Do it,” I look into his eyes, clenching again as two fingers slide under my dress, move my underwear aside, and enter my wet center.

“Relax,” Ronnie pushes them farther inside, “You can clench around me while he marks you.”

And as the machine starts and digs into my skin, Ronnie rubs my clit and works his fingers so delectably inside me. Unmoving, I’m forced to take all the deliciousness they plant in me and upon me.

“She is dripping,” Ronnie growls.

I am.

When I’m around them I can’t help it.

I’m a puddle inside and out when I look at them.

In and out, his fingers thrust and thumb drawing circles around my clit. Moan after a moan for long minutes. I take it like a good girl and spasm when the peak nears.

“I’m done,” Bradley cleans the tattoo fast, puts ointment on it, and seals it.

“I’m coming,” I shout. White hot clouding my vision. Ronnie’s lips suck my clit hard as he works faster, increasing his speed.

Large hands palm my ass cheeks, separating them before his tongue slide between, licking the rim of my back hole rapidly.

My nipples are hard as stone and my limbs hurt from this brutal position yet it feels so good to be at their mercy, taken like an animal, worshiped like a goddess.

“Ahh,” I utter a cry of pleasure from deep in my throat, spasming uncontrollably until it fades and the aftershocks subside.

“Little Bear…” Bradley softly flips me, kissing my cheek and helping me onto my feet. “I have something to say.” He is staring at us with eyes that say…

“I love you.” Ronnie steals the words from my mouth, and from him too by the look of Bradley’s frown he quickly wipes off.

“That was my line.”

“I wanted to say it first,” Ronnie caresses his cheek lovingly, calming our little brat down. “I’ve loved you every single day for a while now.”

“Fine, I forgive you because I love you too. You two are mine. No one gets to have you. Ever.”

We chuckle together.

He is so obsessed that I can’t get enough of him.

“I love you,” my eyes move between them. “You two are the brightest stars in my universe, and when darkness seeps in, you are my way out.”

They pull me into a fervent kiss that echoes with promises and burns against our lips.

“Come on, everyone is going to the beach.” Ronnie withdraws, disrobing his clothes as he opens his bag.

My eyes slide to Bradley, catching him staring at me. “You didn’t think about it before you tattooed us?” I pace forward and halt in front of the mirror.

“I did. Rules are made to be broken. Don’t let water touch your neck, and the sun is already low so we’re good.” I catch the reflection of his soft smile before he turns to change.

Three parallel lines resembling scratch marks cover my neck, two inches under my ear. On the first night we met that is what I painted on Ronnie’s face.

Nothing but trunks cover their golden-tanned skin. Their haircuts are freshly renewed to the same ones they had when we first met which suits them well—they are breathtaking.

Ronnie maintains his light stubble and I love how it fits his casual style while Bradley’s clean-shaven face fits his bratty side.

I jump on Bradley and straddle his hips, laughing and throwing my head back as he spins us a few rounds.

“I’m getting you wet, Bear. The water has your name sparking across it.” He presses his lips to mine and I surrender to that soft yet hungry kiss.

“I was already wet but if a shark eats us I’m killing you,” I warn, gasping into his mouth.

“No one gets to eat you besides us,” Ronnie says, flicking their ball caps backward as the water reaches our hips. His silver necklace with our initials glints under the magical rays of light as it rolls against the planes of his chest.

B. A. R.

It’s kind of funny, at least we thought so when we bought it for him.

“I have something to tell you,” I say and they immediately stop what they are doing and stare at me.

“What…?”

They both ask, curiosity twinkling in their eyes.

“I figured it out.” My cheeks blush as I take a deep breath. “I want to be a writer.”

Their serious expressions turn into wide smiles that capture their entire face.

“We know,” Ronnie says, glancing at Bradley. “Would you be okay with publishing our secret project as your first book?”

I choke a laugh, eyes widening as I try to let it sink in. “Really? Because it’s good. I mean—I can’t take credit for that. It belongs to us.”

“There are a few options,” Bradley counters, “We come up with a pen name that you can use later to write more books or we keep it to ourselves and publish it someday as a trio.”

“We’re on board with whatever you want,” Ronnie adds, caressing my arm tenderly. “We think it should be out there for whoever needs it.”

I’m speechless.

“You don’t have to decide now. Think about it and let us know when you are ready.” Bradley kisses the tip of my nose and brings me to Ronnie who nuzzles our nose together.

“We’re so proud of you.”

“Born to be wild.” Kan squeaks a few feet away.

He sang this line a million times since we got here.

“I love him. Look at him, sitting on Emilia’s shoulder and singing all day.” Bradley is hypnotized—it was love at first sight.

“You kids want some cake?” Emilia shouts, grinning at Ronnie from ear to ear, looking like a rockstar with multiple chains around her neck and leather pants. “I missed you, blondie. It’s good seeing you.” He beams back and salutes her.

“We’re coming.” He tells her and whispers to us. “When Luka renovated his building, I was watching it with her and she grilled my ass all the time, asking if I had someone to take care of me. We were twenty, maybe twenty-one, and she said I have a flash in my eyes that bears an unspoken battle and an unspoken truth.”

“That’s deep.” I gulp.

“That’s us.”

As we get out of the water, I repeat his words in my head, and the ending of our book flashes before my eyes. He is right, we should publish it because it deserves to be heard. It deserves to be out there.

Sometimes life brings you twice as promised, so why fight it when you can enjoy the ride…

“Save me a piece,” I announce as I skip all the way to the house, up the stairs to the second floor, and down the hall to our room. Tiny drops of water cascade down my legs, tickling and itching my skin at once. I barge inside and grab the laptop.

As I open it the file pops up like someone wrote something before me. Or maybe the two of them while they were inside this room before I came…

I scroll down a paragraph and my breath gets caught in my throat.

Mark us Little Bear and you will be embedded in our memory forever. The more you inject yourself into our system the harder it is to let you go. And we don’t want to let you go. Stay here with us, we will remind you daily how special you are. How worthy you are. How lucky we are to have found each other.