10. Ryker
Ryker
“Hey, Dad,” I said, waiting for him to speak. Mila gave me an awkward smile and started to back out of the room timidly. I reached out and grabbed her arm to stop her; she turned her face to me in surprise. “What’s up?” I said into the phone again as my fingers tightened their grip on Mila’s wrist.
“How’s everything going? According to plan?”
“You could say that,” I said as I grinned down at a perplexed Mila.
I could feel her pulse racing through my fingers, and I ran my fingers across the soft skin of her hands.
It felt smooth to the touch. I wished that I was touching other parts of her body with more than just my fingers to see if every part of her was like finely spun silk.
“Ryker, let me go,” she whispered, her eyes glaring at me and her nostrils flared.
I could tell from the red hue of her face that she was still flustered from our previous conversation.
I wondered if her panties were moist. I’d seen the way she’d parted her legs as we’d talked, as if she were feeling heavy down there.
I was glad she had the same reaction as I did.
My cock was hard with need for her. I was growing harder as I watched her breasts heaving right next to me.
What would she do if I reached over and squeezed her right breast?
Would she react if my fingers gently tugged on her nipple?
Would she cry out and moan in abandon if I pulled her top up and sucked on them?
My mouth watered at her lips, pink, juicy, and lightly parted, waiting for my kiss.
“So, what did you want, Dad?” I asked, annoyed that he was already calling me. I’d told him I’d update him at the end of the weekend. I already felt like he’d pushed me into a corner. This whole weekend was not what I’d been hoping for.
“How’s Barbie?” he whispered. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he knew more than I wanted him to know.
“She’s fine,” I said stiffly, and I could see Mila looking at me curiously. “Not you,” I mouthed at her. “Barbie.” Her reaction was immediate. I could see the quick glimpse of hurt in her eyes before she masked it with another emotion.
“You didn’t tell me that?—”
“Dad, I hope you’re not spying on me.” I was annoyed now, and my grip involuntarily tightened on Mila’s wrist. “I didn’t tell you that Barbie and I?—”
“Ryker, just get the job done,” My dad said. “Don’t let anything distract you.”
“I’m not,” I said, and my eyes fell to Mila’s breasts again.
She looked up at me with her eyes narrowed, and she used her other hand to push against my chest. I was so distracted by her touch that I momentarily loosened my grip, and she pulled free of me.
She ran to the door, looked back at me for a few seconds, and then hurried out.
She had more spunk than I’d remembered as a child.
She’d always been a precocious and beautiful kid, but she’d always seemed so shy and innocent.
It had made me uncomfortable the way she’d gaze at me all doe-eyed and full of love as a teenager.
Not that I’d been interested. There were too many college girls.
And too many older women to deal with and learn from.
It wasn’t until she’d turned eighteen and was heading to college that I’d really noticed her.
It had been at the lake house, and she’d been wearing a figure-hugging dress.
Her long blond hair had been hanging down her back, and she’d been laughing and dancing around to something.
She’d given me a long, lazy, carefree smile, her eyes half-closed, and her hands in the air as she’d moved slowly and sensually to the song in her head.
I can still remember the way that I’d felt when I’d watched her, and later that night, I kissed her; I hadn't been able to stop myself.
I would have tried to take it further if it weren’t for the innocent look in her eyes and the fact that she is Parker’s little sister.
And as much as Parker bossed her around and acted like she was a pain in his ass, he loved her more than anything.
I wasn’t sure whether Mila knew how much of his actions toward her stemmed from his protective nature.
I knew that Parker would have killed me if I’d made a move on his teenage sister.
He’d probably still kill me if I made a move, but that didn’t bother me as much, now that she was older and could make up her own mind.
And now, she made me so crazy, I just wanted to reach out, grab her, and make her mine.
No, now was different. There were things I’d risk for the opportunity to be with Mila.
“Ryker, are you there? You haven’t answered anything I’ve just asked you.
” My dad was pissed, which was his normal demeanor outside of the public eye.
Pissed, annoyed, or angry were the emotions that best described him.
Though, of course, to the public, he put on a casual, easy, relaxed demeanor.
It was better for business for him to appear as the handsome, nonchalant, happy-go-lucky playboy that the media liked to portray him as.
“I’m here,” I said curtly. I heard light giggling from the hall, and I walked to the door to look outside.
Mila was standing with Troy, whispering about something, and she was looking up at him with glee in her eyes.
The glee that should have been reserved for me.
Troy reached over and ran his fingers through her hair; okay, that might have been an exaggeration.
His touch was momentary, and it seemed as if he were picking something off her. My hand clenched on the phone.
My dad was still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention.
Troy and Mila walked down the hallway past my door, and I gave Troy a death stare, though he wasn’t paying attention to me.
Mila gave me a coy smile as she passed by, her eyes seemingly mocking me, and my palm itched to give her a good spanking.
That would show her to walk past me with another man and think she had one up on me.
If she only knew the things I was capable of.
Her hips swayed as they rounded the corner, and I smiled to myself at the thought of having her bent across my lap and her face when I spanked her and then fingered her.
I’d roll her over so that I could see her eyes rolling and her lips quivering as I brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fingers.
“Ryker, get this done and don’t fuck it up,” my dad barked into the phone. I hung up, muttering under my breath, “You’d better believe I’m going to fuck it up, Dad.” I was going to fuck it up as hard as I could.