8. Mila #3
“And those beads.” She giggled. “Remember, you put them around your neck, and you were trying to figure out how to clasp them because you thought they were a necklace?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” I shuddered.
“And they were anal beads,” Lara continued.
“Ryker is a freak in the bedroom. Who knows what other kinky shit he’s in to?
I’m sure he’d be into a threesome.” She laughed.
“I mean, I don’t think Parker and Ryker are going to get it on together, but they’d do whatever two men do to pleasure one girl at the same time. ”
“One takes the front, and one takes the back,” I said, like some sort of authority on the subject.
“Say what?” she said, and I laughed.
“She sucks off one of them while the other one penetrates her,” I said matter-of-factly and then made a retching sound.
“But I don’t even want to think about that.
I do not think they would do that. Especially not with us here.
I would kill Parker, and I would tell our parents and Nonno, and they would kill him right after I did. ”
“He’d die two deaths, huh?” Lara moved back to her lounger. “I sure hope you’re right. I’d hate to be punked on this trip.”
“Yeah, so would I.” I sighed and closed my eyes again.
The sun felt hot and delicious on my back.
I pictured Ryker’s face in my mind; his pink lips looked so soft.
I wondered how they would feel pressed against mine.
A trickle of sweat rolled down my back, and I imagined it was Ryker’s tongue licking between my shoulder blades. “Mmm.”
“What?” Lara asked.
“What, what?”
“You made a noise,” she said. “You okay?”
“I was just thinking about Ryker kissing me.”
“Where?”
“What do you mean, where?” I giggled. “On my lips.”
“Which lips?”
“You’re disgusting.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” Lara said. “There is nothing like a guy going down on you.”
“I was imagining him licking my back, to be honest.” I stretched. “I suppose his tongue could go where it wanted to after that.”
“Yeah. Just make sure you get a wax first. Ugh, I can’t believe I basically numbed my whole body for Parker, and he’s not even going to be able to take advantage of that fact.”
“Completely hair-free?” I asked, impressed.
“Completely. Not even a landing strip.”
“I thought you liked landing strips?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if Parker likes that,” she said. “I always think it’s smarter to go bare first time around and then change it up as the guy makes requests.”
“I’m totally not bare.” I sighed. “And I’m not even landing-strip ready either.”
“Mila, you do not have a jungle going on, do you?”
“A small jungle?” I giggled. “I trimmed, so I’m not the Amazon rainforest or anything, but yeah, I’m a local park.”
“Do you want me to wax you? I know Nair has a home kit we can use.”
“No, I do not want you to wax me.”
“I can,” she said. “I mean, what if things get hot and heavy with Ryker and then he gets lost?”
“Lost where?”
“In the jungle.” She giggled. “What if the leaves block his view and he can’t land the plane in the right spot?”
“He can land the plane in the right spot.” I shook my head. “And you’re disgusting, by the way.”
“I hope he can pilot his tongue to the right spot,” she said. “I know some guys who have gotten lost, and they were in a desert.”
“Ha ha ha. They just sucked, then.”
“Who just sucked, then?” a deep voice said from next to us, and my eyes popped open.
“Ryker?” I said weakly, wanting to ask him how much he’d heard. Oh, my God, what if he’d heard us talking about him going down on me?
“The one and only,” he said. His lips curved up. “Need me to rub some more lotion onto your back?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head vehemently. I did not need his bare hands on my naked back right now. I was likely to do or say something embarrassing.
“You sure?” He sat on the edge of my lounger, placed his warm hands on my shoulders, and rubbed.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked, wanting to roll over and push him away, but not wanting to flash myself at him.
“Lara missed a spot,” he said as his fingers squeezed my shoulders. “And now I’m giving you a small massage. You feel tense.”
“I’m not tense,” I said tightly as his fingertips kneaded into my skin. I tried not to moan as my body relaxed under the pressure of his warm hands.
“Sure, you’re not,” he said. “By the way, someone is here for you, Mila.”
“Huh?” I said, not really paying attention as my body loosened up. I wanted to tell him to stop massaging me, but it just felt too good.
“I said, someone is here for you.” His hands moved to my upper arms and squeezed. His fingers were so close to the sides of my breasts, and I hoped that he would move them down a little farther.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that your man is here.”
“My what?” My voice rose. What the hell was he talking about?
“I guess all your dreams are coming true because your man, Troy, is here.”
“Troy is here?” I froze. What the hell? I turned over to look at Lara, but she wasn’t looking at me.
“Yeah. So you should put your top on and come.” His hands abruptly left my shoulders, and I felt his fingers on my bikini strap.
“What are you doing?” I said, panicked.
“Tying up your strap, unless you want to walk back topless,” he said, his voice rougher. “I’m not sure how Troy would feel about that.”
“Uh, yeah, thanks,” I said, my mind racing.
What had Lara done, and why hadn’t she told me?
I was going to kill her. His fingers deftly tied my strap together, and I was peeved that he was able to do it so easily, like he’d had a lot of practice.
He rose from the lounger, and I rolled over and sat up.
“You ready?” he asked, his eyes intent as they looked at me.
“Yeah.” I nodded and then looked down. My boobs were almost popping out because he’d tied the top too tightly. My hands flew to the material, and I tried to adjust it so I wouldn’t have an accidental flashing incident.
“No need to adjust it on my account.” He winked at me, and I blushed.
“I’m not,” I said and stood up. “You wanna come inside with me now?” I looked down at Lara, who was looking up at me with wide eyes.
“I’ll lie out for a bit more, if that’s okay.”
“You don’t want to come and say hello to Troy?” I said, my eyes boring into hers.
“Eh, I’ll come later.” She shrugged, and I wanted to shake her.
“Okay, then,” I said stiffly and turned to Ryker. “Let’s go.”
“Okay, see you in a bit, Lara,” Ryker said, and we walked back to the cabin in silence with my mind racing.
Was Ryker calling my bluff? Was there anyone really there?
I was about to tell him he got me good when I saw a man running toward me with a bouquet of flowers.
And not just any flowers—it looked like a bouquet of red roses.
“Mila, my darling, there you are.” He grabbed me into his arms and spun me around.
My heart was thudding as the strange man held me to him.
“I missed you, my darling.” He set me down on my feet and, before I knew what was happening, he was kissing me on the lips and rubbing my back.
I stood there in shock, with Ryker staring at me with narrowed eyes.
All I could do was wonder if I’d gone to sleep and woken up in some alternate universe.