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Amber

I apply another layer of red lipstick in front of the mirror. The natural light filters in from the window next to me.

My door is open a crack and soft music drifts inside along with the fresh smell of pancakes. Sweet pancakes.

“Mmm,” I moan, mouth-watering as I place my makeup bag on top of the corner desk nearby. My studded bat, Harley, is also resting against it.

Checking myself one more time before I exit the room, I wink at my sexy self. My thick heels click against the floor as I follow the smell of my morning breakfast through the hall and hum to the song.

“Where are you going looking like that, heartbreaker?” Ronnie addresses my outfit of the day—red boots, ripped jeans, and a white blouse paired with a denim jacket. His gorgeous blue eyes hover down my body and quickly up to meet my eyes again. “You look beautiful.” He never misses the chance to praise, compliment, and make me feel good about myself. Every day I find new reasons to smile when I wake up, whether it is Ronnie’s piercing gaze, filled with desire, or Bradley’s unstoppable energy.

We spent these last days settling me in and I even convinced Ronnie to get a few girly things to make me feel at home. So I tossed a few powder pink blankets on our gray L-couch and decorated the bathroom with a cute rug and flowery curtain. I paid for this week’s grocery shopping since I mostly ate at their expanse and Ronnie says he wouldn’t charge me for rent this month, so it’s only fair.

A week ago I almost hit him and now I sleep in his house—how my luck has changed…

However, we stopped losing half our clothes in front of each other and stuck to writing about our naked selves inside the file on the laptop for now. Yet I can’t deny I’m a little eager to watch them come to life, especially after what happened the other day.

I finally decided to read their words instead of just writing mine but I was a little tired last night so I snapped a few pictures of scenes to read in bed and fell asleep.

Now, I’m a little curious.

I look around, making sure no one is behind me. Teddy’s soft snores mix with Take Me On by Joan. “Where’s Bradley?”

“In the shower.”

Climbing on a stool, I fish out my phone from my purse while I wait for Ronnie to eat with me. Opening my gallery, I glance to the side when he slides a plate full of pancakes toward me. “I’m waiting for you,” I say.

“Just a few more and I’m done,” he smiles softly, flipping what is left in the pan one after the other. His tatted arms hypnotize me—he is heavily tattooed and I want to feel him wrapped around me again, using those hands in sensitive places, tugging my hair backward like he did in the club.

Blinking, I tap on the picture I saved.

Secret project: I gaze at her soft curves resting on the kitchen island, wanting to press my lips to each speck of skin and map her with my marks. Little red marks. Her gentle breathing slowly increases when I spread her thighs apart, and then her pussy lips. Lapping her arousal with my tongue, a moan slips free before I suck her clit hard.

Oh gosh. Heat pools between my thighs.

“You like it when he brings you closer, stops, and continues?” Bradley whispers in her ear. “You love when he fucks you with his mouth before he stretches you with his cock.”

The dire need to cross one leg over the other is stronger than ever. My clit pounds wildly so I press my legs tightly together. With a deep breath and exhale I continue.

I’ll be eating her for dinner while Bradley plays with her nipples. We’ll make Amber feel like the goddess she is.

My toes curl but… They added my name to their fantasies… I glance up at Ronnie—they must have read what I wrote—but quickly jump to another scene they wrote together.

I push inside her in slow thrusts, letting our bodies glide against each other when I fuck her for the first time. She will beg me for more. She will need it deeper, harder. Slowly her soft moans turn into loud whimpers when I press the wand to her clit at medium speed.

“This is what you want, Little Bear.” I press it harder. “To be fucked thoroughly by us until our mixed cum leaks between your thighs.”

A loud groan breaks free.

“Fuck my cock back,” I command, “Make me come.”

“OMG!” I accidentally spew the words aloud and my jaw goes slack. Feeling Ronnie’s eyes landing on me like saucers, I slowly blink up at him.

“Are you okay?” His brows slightly pinched.

A wave of heat ripples through my body and a tickle lace up my spine. “Yeah,” I purse my lips together. They are so dirty and my underwear is drenched with how aroused I am.

“Drink some,” he sets a mug filled with water for me.

Taking a few sips to cool down my body temperature, I feel a shadow hovering above me. I catch Bradley’s frame in my peripheral, eyeing the phone over my head. But I swiftly tilt the screen down onto the counter and lock it.

Moving to the stool next to me, he bends down leveling himself with my ear, and whispers, “I saw that,” before he lowers his rounded butt onto the seat.

Biting my tongue, I start slicing the pancakes with my fork into pieces and pile them in my mouth.

“I think Little Bear wants to be spanked,” Bradley murmurs as he eats.

“Shh, I’ll delete it,” I mutter back with my mouth half full.

“What are you doing today?” Ronnie speaks up, thank goodness for that because I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

“I need to shoot some videos for my Instagram then I have tattoo sessions later,” Bradley responds first.

“What do you post on your Instagram?” I ask.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t told you yet.” Ronnie crosses his arms over his chest with a mischievous grin, his eyes bore into Bradley’s. “ Frisky Rider.”

I dart my tongue to the corner of my mouth, lapping up the remnants of maple syrup. “The cute biker who dances?”

“Yup, I’m the cute biker.”

My mouth part in an O-shape. “Shut up.”

“Yeah, it started as a joke but people love when I move these hips and shake this ass.” He beams, proud and satisfied with himself, “I even shot a few videos with Ronnie.”

“Holy shit, that suits you perfectly.” He has that goofy personality and the endless blubbering to go with it. “How did you persuade him to do that?”

“I’ve always been like this it’s just that I have a lot on my mind lately,” Ronnie explains, his gaze dropping to his plate as soon as he is done.

“Where are you off to, rocking that outfit?” Bradley wags his finger along the length of my body and his heated gaze encounters my sudden, somber expression—my stomach twists and I feel a pang in my chest. It always happened right out of the blue. One moment I’m fine, laughing and making jokes, and the next, a volcano of emotions threatens to burst out of me.

Jumping off the chair, I head to the sink, “I’m meeting Dylan.” After I wash my dishes, I snatch my helmet from the hanger near the entrance and pull it down my head.

In seconds, tears sting my eyes, a lump forms in my throat and my mouth goes dry—I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try.

“Wait, we’re heading out as well.”

“Amber,” Ronnie places his hand on my shoulder, “Did we make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m…” I dig my heel into the hardwood floor and pivot my boot from side to side. “I’ll be fine I’m just tired.” I brush it off with a smile yet I know I can’t fool him. He saw that sadness in me the first day we met without me saying anything.

“Let’s take a photo quickly. Close your visors.” Bradley extracts his phone from his pocket, pulling us closer, he snaps a few pictures before we file out the door.

Meeting Dylan, my friend, in her cute little bakery, Rhodes very accepting; saucy; praising… and so many more things I can’t say out loud.

Goddammit, why did I read it? Heat slowly reaches my cheeks but I can blame the coffee because it’s hot.

“Good because one phone call and Luka will whoop their asses.”

I gulp hard. “Someone suggested I wanted my ass to receive the same treatment this morning.” Which reminds me…

Sliding my phone out of my pocket, I open the gallery and delete the pictures I took before I put the phone down on the wooden surface.

“Someone got herself busy?” her brows go up.

I twitch my mouth to the side, “Trying something new would be more like it.”

“Sounds like you’re exploring which is beautiful,” she laughs after giving it a moment of thought, “Luka is very dominant and so are they. And they are a lot , especially Bradley.”

“I can tell,” I chuckle, knowing how energetic and talkative he can be.

She moves her hair backward, smiling as she sips her cup of coffee. “Ronnie is very special to Luka. They share a special bond and love that can’t be defined. Every time I see them together it makes me smile. I’m so happy they have each other, both deserve that kind of friendship.”

“It makes me smile too…” and a little jealous because I know how rare that is.

“I was lucky enough to meet my best friend, Sophie, in high school and she owns this shop with me. What about you?”

“I’m…” a frustrated, tiny sigh pushes past my lips, “Still exploring my options.” I redirect the conversation away from our current topic, “You’re still happy with your hair color?”

Untangling her strands with her fingers, she parts her red lips, “I love it so much, now I want the colors to pop again.”

“It’s been three months since our last appointment let’s go to the shop today if you have time.” I didn’t make plans anyway and a good distraction is always welcomed.

“Really? That would be amazing, I can leave for a few hours before I go to a friend’s baby shower.”

“Sounds good, let’s get you ready.” I shake my hands from side to side, dance in my seat, and giggle when Dylan mirrors me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you but you’re the owner right?”

We stop abruptly when a woman stands beside our table, focusing on Dylan.

“Yes, how can I help you?” Dylan grins at her.

Fidgeting her leg, “I’m looking for a job,” she chews on her bottom lip and rubs her knuckles. “I used to be a bartender if that helps.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Dylan’s hazel eyes look torn, “I don’t have jobs to offer at the moment but give me your number in case I hear anything.” Her compassionate voice is like a warm hug and the woman immediately agrees.

After she leaves I say, “Finding a job and an apartment in this city is hard . Some days it’s impossible.”

“Yeah, I was lucky to find a small square to live in for a while but now I’m glad I moved in with Luka, I have more room to breathe.”

“Plus, all of the advantages of living together.” I tease, and flashbacks of my shirtless roommates cross my mind. Bulging muscles, veiny arms covered in tattoos, deep-v’s that lead to their… stop!

I beg the inner voices to leave me in peace as I shift in my seat uncomfortably, crossing one leg over the other.

I need to buy a new toy to play with that’s all.

“Exactly,” she wiggles her eyebrows and nods. “I love every minute of it.”

Nope, it doesn’t work, I can still see their abs.

I push to stand, “Let’s chat some more on the way to the salon.”