13. Mila
Mila
Dear Diary,
I saw a dirty movie yesterday. Not on purpose.
I was flipping channels, and this French film came on, and this lady was doing stuff with this man.
And then he was watching her do something to herself.
It was so awkward to watch. And then, of course, Ryker walks in and catches me.
He stared at the TV, then at me, then at the TV again, and just laughed.
I turned the TV off right away, but he just grinned and turned the movie back on.
“There’s no shame in pleasuring yourself, Mila,” he said softly, and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.
He walked away then, and I dismissed it from my mind, but last night I had a dirty dream and all I could think about was Ryker guiding me and teaching me how to pleasure myself.
I’m not sure what that means—if it’s wishful dreaming or if I’m some sort of pervert now.
I’m not going to tell anyone about the dream, not even Lara.
How am I supposed to tell her that Ryker is in my dreams doing things to me that make my body feel so strange and good?
I just hope that one day, those feelings happen in real life as well. I think Ryker has a magic touch.
Mila
XOXO
“Lara, are you awake?” I whispered to her for what must have been the tenth time that morning.
I wasn't sure why she was in such a deep sleep. Maybe she’d had too much to drink, but she had already been gone from the fire when Ryker and I had gotten back from our skinny-dip.
Parker, Troy, and Barbie had been laughing and drinking when we’d gotten back, and they hadn’t even seemed concerned that we’d been gone for so long.
Barbie had looked at me with narrowed eyes when we’d gotten back, but not for long, and Parker had essentially ignored me, which had been surprising for how crazy he’d been acting before we’d left.
“Lara,” I said louder this time as I noticed her rolling onto her back.
“Ugh,” she said as she lazily opened one eye and looked at me.
“Are you awake?” I grinned over at her.
“No.” She moaned and closed her eye again and rolled over.
“Lara, wake up.” I groaned. “We need to talk.”
“I’m sleeping,” she said and pulled the blanket over her head.
I leaned over, pulled the blanket down, and said loudly, “Ryker and I fucked last night.”
“What?” Her eyes popped open, and she looked at me in shock. “You did not,” she said, her eyes searching mine. “How was it? Was he good?”
“It was amazing.” I laughed. “And no, we didn’t actually fuck. Well, at least not really.”
“What do you mean, not really?” she asked with a frown and yawn.
“You either did, or you didn’t. There is no such thing as kinda fucking.
” Then she sat up straight, her brown eyes widening with excitement.
“Unless you let him do anal.” She raised an eyebrow at me.
“Is that what you did? Oh, my God, Mila, I can’t believe you let?—”
“Lara.” I rolled my eyes at her and laughed. “He finger-fucked me. No anal.”
“Oh snap,” she said, though she still looked shocked. “I knew something crazy would go down. Wow.”
“Wow, indeed.” I fell back against my pillows. “And then he went down on me.”
“What?” she yelled. “He did both?”
“Yup.” I nodded and grinned at her. “I came both times.” I writhed in memory. “I wanted him to fuck me.” I sighed. “So badly. I thought he was going to. He was right there.” I bit my lower lip and stared at Lara. “It felt so good.”
“So why didn’t he?” Lara looked confused.
“He said something about Troy.” I groaned. “I guess he felt bad because he thinks Troy is my man.”
“Hmm.” Lara frowned again. “You think so?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “He said, ‘Let Troy make love to you. I only fuck.’”
“Hmm,” Lara said again. “He didn’t care about Troy when he was fingering you or eating you out, though?”
“Yeah, who knows.” I sighed. “Also, why didn’t you tell me your plan?”
“What plan?” Lara looked confused.
“Your plan to hire Troy,” I whispered. “It was a good idea, but it would have been nice if you had told me before. Also, he seems to be paying more attention to Barbie.”
“What are you talking about?” Lara frowned, and we both froze when two loud screams pierced the quiet. “What’s that?” she said as we scrambled out of bed and to the door. I jerked it open, and we heard another scream.
“Yes, yes.” Barbie’s voice floated through the air, and we both stood there, dumbfounded, as she screamed again.
This time, we both realized that these weren’t bloodcurdling screams of fear but screams of pleasure.
“Fuck me harder,” Barbie screamed again, and my heart sank to my stomach.
I rushed down the corridor and toward the bathroom, feeling sick.
Ryker hadn’t refused to fuck me because of Troy.
He’d refused because he wanted to be with Barbie.
What sort of sick game were they playing?
“Fuck me, big boy.” Barbie’s screams and shouts were getting louder, and I felt faint.
I just wanted a hole to open up and swallow me.
“I’m coming,” she cried out, and her moans matched the banging of someone’s fist against the wall.
I saw Lara’s face, which looked crushed for me as she hurried forward.
“You okay?” she asked with trepidation, knowing I was far from okay.
“I will be,” I mumbled, still feeling very sick.
“You two okay?” Ryker’s voice bounded down the corridor as he walked toward us from the kitchen.
“Ryker?” I was confused as I listened to Barbie still moaning.
“The one and only.” He grinned as he stopped next to us.
He cocked his head and listened to Barbie moaning.
I looked over at Lara, and we looked at each other in confusion.
If Ryker wasn’t with Barbie, who was? My heart sank as I thought about Troy.
What a loser he was going to make me look like.
He was supposed to be my “boyfriend,” but here he was with Barbie, fucking her early in the morning for all to hear.
“Barbie woke us up,” Lara said weakly as we stood in the hallway.
“Yeah.” Ryker looked annoyed. “I guess she’s not very loyal.”
“I’m sorry about Troy.” I bit my lower lip as I stared at him, but I felt like this was some sort of karma. Ryker and I had messed around, and now our other halves were messing around as well.
“Sorry for what?” Ryker asked, looking at me curiously.
“You know,” I said and nodded in the direction of the sound.
“Troy went out early this morning,” Ryker said matter-of-factly. “He wanted to do some shopping at the mall, he said. Maybe he went to get you a ring or something.”
“Oh,” I said, as I realized what that meant. I ignored his comment about the ring and looked at Lara, her face pale and distraught. All of a sudden, the door down the hallway opened, and Barbie came walking out, her hair a mess, and her body wrapped in a white sheet.
“Morning,” she said to Ryker and rubbed his chest. He nodded at her, and then her sheet dropped slightly. “I hope I didn’t wake you up,” she said only to him, pouting her lips.
“I’ve got up early,” he said, his voice not betraying his true thoughts.
“I wouldn’t have minded being woken up,” she said, and her sheet dropped even lower, exposing her naked breasts to everyone. She had no shame. Then we heard more footsteps as Parker walked into the hallway.
“There you are,” he said to Barbie. “Go and get me my coffee, woman.”
“I was just seeing if Ryker was okay,” Barbie said with a shrug and pulled the sheet up again. “Go back to bed. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
“Fine.” He grinned, and I turned to him with a frown, thoroughly disappointed in him. “Morning, bro,” he called out to Ryker and winked at him. Then he looked at me, winked, then at Lara, and I could see a slight look of shame on his face before he headed back into his room.
“I’d better go and get his coffee,” Barbie said with a purr. “I think he needs it before round two.” She walked back down the corridor, and I turned to Ryker. “You’re okay with your girl hooking up with Parker?”
“She’s not my girl,” he said, his eyes boring into mine.
“It wouldn’t be the first time Parker has taken my leftovers.
” He shrugged and then continued. “Looks like you’re part of the only happy couple on this trip.
” He turned to Lara with a small frown. “You okay?” She nodded, though I could see her eyes were red.
“Excuse me,” she squeaked out and hurried to the room.
“I need to go with Lara,” I said as I made to follow her, but Ryker grabbed my arm and stopped me.
“Just answer me this question first,” he said with a straight face.
“Sure.” I nodded, unsure of what he was going to ask.
“When you played with yourself last night, was it my face or Troy’s that you imagined on top of you?
” His eyes darkened, and he pushed me back into the wall.
He pressed himself into me before he lowered his head and whispered into my ear, “Was it my cock or Troy’s that you imagined sliding into you, making you wet?
” He pushed his hardness into me. I was about to answer when I heard Troy walking back into the house and shouting, “Honey, I’m home. ”