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“Come,” he said and grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” I said, my tone excited. Was he going to push me down on the bed and have his wicked way with me? And if he did, would I say no, or moan with pleasure that finally the day had come that I’d been waiting for?

“What you want me to do,” he said and he licked his lips. “You’re going to make me do something that I shouldn’t.”

“What shouldn’t you do?” I asked breathlessly, wanting to tell him to just shut up and do it already.

“I want to bend you over and…” He paused as his phone started ringing. I think both of us were annoyed at that point, but a part of me was grateful. I didn’t know what was going on; and while a part of me was excited, I was also very confused. TJ grabbed his phone and answered it, his features looking stoic. I took a step back, my heart racing and my brain in overdrive, feeling a bit worried. Yes, I wanted TJ to take me, but I’d had a more romantic setting in mind. I wanted to be made love to, not just fucked.





Chapter Ten


TJ

“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 and 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 heart 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.

“TJ, let me go,” she whispered, her eyes glaring at me as her nostrils flared. I could tell from the red hue in her face that she was still flustered from our previous conversation. I wondered if her panties were moist and wet with her juices. 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 that she was having the same reaction as me. My cock was hard with need for her. I shifted now since I could feel myself growing harder as I stared at 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 her breast? My mouth watered as I stared at her lips, pink and juicy, waiting for my kiss.

“So, what did you want, Dad?” I said, annoyed that he was calling me already. 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 asked me softly. 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—”

“TJ, 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 and with her eyes narrowed, 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 quickly, looked back at me for a few seconds and then hurried out.

I shook my head as I stood there. 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 18 and was heading out to college that I’d really noticed her. It had been at the lake house and she’d been wearing a figure-hugging dress and her long blond hair had been hanging down her back, and she’d been laughing and dancing around to something. And I’d looked over at her and 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 when I kissed her, I hadn't been able to stop myself.

I would have tried to move further if it weren’t for the innocent look in her eyes and the fact that she is Cody’s little sister. And as much as Cody bossed her around and acted like she was a pain in his ass, he loved her more than anything. I wasn’t sure if Mila knew how much of his actions towards her were because he was so protective of her. I knew that Cody would have killed me if I’d made a move on his teenage sister. He probably would still kill me if I made a move, but that didn’t bother me as much now. Now that I knew that she was older and could make up her own mind. And now that she made me so crazy inside that I just wanted to reach out and grab her and make her mine. No, now was different. There were things I’d risk for the opportunity to be with Mila.

“TJ, are you there? You haven’t answered anything I’ve just asked you.” My dad sounded pissed, which was his normal expression outside of the public eye. Pissed or 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 just appear as the handsome, nonchalant, happy-go-lucky playboy that the media liked to portray him as.

“I’m here,” I said shortly. I heard light giggling from the hall and I walked to the door to look outside. I saw Mila with Troy standing at the corner, whispering about something and Mila was looking up at him with glee in her eyes. The glee that should have been reserved for me. I watched as 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 of her. My hand clenched on the phone as I stared at them. I could hear my dad still talking, but I wasn’t paying attention to what he was saying. I watched as 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 looked up and gave me a coy smile as she passed by, her eyes seemingly mocking me, and I could feel my palm itching to give her a good spanking. That would show her to just walk past me with another man and think she had one up on me. If she only knew the things I was capable of. I watched her hips swaying as they rounded the corner, and I smiled to myself as I thought about the look she’d have on her face if I bent her across my lap and spanked her lightly 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.

“TJ, 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 smiled to myself as I headed to the living room. I was going to fuck it up as hard as I could.





Chapter Eleven

Mila

December 28th, 2009

Dear Diary,

I know what perfection is. Well, I guess that’s not correct. I know what bliss is. True and complete bliss. I was sitting in my room, listening to music on my iPod, feeling quite sorry for myself. TJ and Cody had gone on two double dates and Mom and Dad banned me from watching TV because they said I watch too many reality shows. Whatever! Anyways, there I was, lying on my bed, humming along to Boyz II Men and Coolio, and guess who walked into my room? You got it! My future husband, the wonderful magnificent gorgeous Adonis that is Travis James Walker. He just walked in, sat on my bed, grabbed one of my earphones and put it into his ear. He started grinning as he stared at me and listened to the song. To be honest, I can’t even remember what song I’d been listening to. All I can remember is his gorgeous green eyes as they gazed at me and I could see that he’d been working out because his biceps were so buff. I sat up so that my earphones wouldn’t break and then all of a sudden we both started rapping to the song that was playing. I didn’t even know I knew all the words and I was shocked he knew the words. It was just a perfect moment. We just sat there rapping together and giggling and then we kinda moved back on the bed swaying in time to the beat. I could almost cry it was so perfect. And then Cody had to come and ruin it because that’s who he is. The ruiner of all my dreams. Anyways, thought I had to let you know right away. Bliss is rapping to LL Cool J or whoever with TJ Walker on the bed, rubbing shoulders. The only way it could have been better is if he would have kissed me, but then I might just have died.