5. Ryker
Ryker
Friday, One Week Ago
I followed Mila down the corridor, but my mind was on her lips and her swinging hips.
I was letting her get to me, and I knew that I had to ignore her innocent flirting.
She had no idea what she was doing by flirting with me.
She had no idea that she was playing with fire.
And that I had promised her brother that I wouldn’t let her do that.
He knew as well as I did that I would burn her if we were ever to get involved.
Not that that stopped the bulge in my pants from hardening.
Fuck, she was sexy. I wasn’t sure at what point she’d become a woman, but even with her loose jeans and baggy T-shirt, I could see her voluptuous figure.
She had perfectly sized breasts, a nice little ass, and long legs that could drive a man wild.
And the way she kept flinging her long hair around was driving me crazy.
All I could think about was the feel of her hair across my chest and face as she rode me.
She needed to stop with her lip-biting and little moans.
When she’d fallen on her bed and started going on about her “boyfriend,” I’d wanted to fall onto the bed next to her and show her how loudly a real man could make her moan.
But of course, I’d resisted. I couldn’t do that, not to her—but man, did she even know what she’d done to me as she’d rolled around on the bed, messing her sheets up?
“I was thinking that this room would be good for you.” Mila’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “This is the room you and Parker normally share.”
“It has two twin beds,” I said, my eyes never leaving her face.
“You want a double bed?” she said, her face tensing.
“That would be nice.” I nodded, enjoying seeing the rise of a blush in her face. I wondered how red her face would go if I told her the things I wanted to do with her.
“For you and Barbie?” she asked me, her tone slightly off.
“Yeah,” I said, my mind already gone from Barbie.
Mila was right, of course; there was nothing special about Barbie.
She’d been good the night that I’d met her, and she’d given me head without asking for much.
We hadn’t even fucked, and I didn’t even care.
I wasn’t even sure why I’d brought her. Well, that was a lie.
I’d brought her because I’d been scared that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off Mila if Barbie weren’t here.
And as much as I wanted to bend her over and hear her crying out my name, I knew that Parker would cut my balls off if I messed with his sister.
And not just because he didn’t think I was good enough for her.
He knew things that Mila didn’t. He knew things I was into.
Things I was capable of. I understood why he didn’t want me with Mila.
I even agreed with him. But as she gazed at me with her pouty lips, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to stop what seemed to be the natural course of events between us.
“Hey, Ryker, can I talk to you?” Barbie walked into the room, a frown on her face as she gazed at us.
“Yeah, sure,” I said and gave her a smile. “Come on in.”
“I want to talk to you without Miley.”
“It’s Mila,” Mila said, and rolled her eyes. “I’ll be in my room.” She gave me a pointed look. “Come and get me if you need me.”
“For anything?” I asked, winking at her as she walked out.
“What do you mean?” she asked suspiciously.
“I was wondering if I could come and get you for anything, as you said, ‘come and get me if you need me.’”
“Within reason, obviously,” she said, and played with her blond tresses again.
“Oh, it will be reasonable,” I said with a grin. “See you later, Mila.”
“Uh-huh,” she said as she hurried out of the room.
“You’re totally playing me, huh?” Barbie said as she closed the door.
“What are you talking about?” I asked her with a weak smile, trying not to show my impatience. As I looked at her face, I wasn’t sure what I’d seen in her the night I’d picked her up.
“Does Mila know what you’re up to?” Barbie asked as she raised an eyebrow at me.
“What are you talking about?” I asked with a frown, feeling annoyed.
“Does she know why I’m really here?”
“You’re not here to make her jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“I’m not here to fuck you, though, either. Am I?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at the bulge in my pants.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Barbie,” I said, my brain starting to work on overload. What exactly did Barbie know?
“Yes, you do.” She grinned. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. I wonder what Mila would think if she knew. And Parker?” She tilted her head back. “What would they all think if they knew exactly what Ryker Walker had up his sleeve?”
“What are you talking about?” I said, but my heart sank, knowing this had been a setup. Even the meeting at the bar must have been planned.
“We both know what I’m talking about.” She grinned. “So, you going to make the move on Mila, or what?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said again as I glared at her.
“She’ll be like putty in your hands.” She laughed. “And the poor girl has no clue. She’s going to think it’s all her, when you’ve had it all planned out.”
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating.” I grabbed her wrists and snarled.
“Sure you don’t.” She licked her lips like a cat that had just gotten the cream. “You’d better make sure that things don’t get complicated for you.”
“They won’t,” I said and pursed my lips.
“I’ll make sure of that.” But as I stood there and thought about what I had planned, I wasn’t so sure.
Mila was going to complicate things. A lot.
And not just because I wanted her in my bed.
Not even because I wanted her to be my fake fiancée.
No, I had to step very carefully now. I had to make sure that everything went smoothly.
And step one of my plan was already in motion.