Lesson Twenty-Seven - It's OK If People Don't Like You. Most People Don't Even Like Themselves.
It was now Saturday night and I was completely bored. Sky was away with Jake to LA and I actually wished now I said I would go. I don't even know why I said I didn't want to go in the first place. I was starting to think I need to get my head tested.
Walking down the grand marble steps of my house I noticed Riker talking on the phone to someone. He always seemed to be on his phone. I guessed you had to always keep in contact with the people when you ran one of the biggest gangs in the country.
"I'll be there soon don't worry." He rolled his eyes and hung up on the person he was talking to. As he put his phone in his back pocket he looked at me as I walked down the rest of the steps. "What are you doing here?"
I gave him a pointed look like he was stupid. "I live here, if anything I should be asking you that."
He rolled his eyes once again like I was the stupid one. "I mean it's Saturday night and you are in your house. Quite frankly and no offence you look like a homeless person."
I looked down at my outfit that I had been in all day. A large oversized grey hoody that I was pretty sure was one of my brothers and leggings. My hair was up in a large bun on the top of my head and had no make up on.
"A good place to put your opinion is up your ass." I stuck up my middle finger right in his face as I walked past. He just looked amused as I started to walk towards the kitchen.
"I guess your not doing anything tonight then?" He called out after me. There was something in his voice that told me he wanted something.
"No why?" I asked turning on my heel giving him a suspicious look.
"Your brother told me you used to be one hell of a street racer when you were with Zane." I heard the bite in tone when he mentioned Zane's name but other than that the sentence was light hearted. This made me frown even more, he definitely wanted something.
"I love cars so obviously I'm going to be skilled in driving them." I shrugged. "Plus it was the one thing I knew I could bring to the table when I was with them. There would always be someone stronger or smarter than me but I always knew that I was the best driver they had."
"I'm sure I don't agree with the rest of that statement but I will admit from what I've seen you can drive." He gave me a cunning grin. "So do you want to do me a favour?"
For the first time I took over his appearance. He was wearing a white simple top with his leather jacket thrown over the top or it. His dogs tags hanging around his neck where I could see tattoos peaking out around his collar bone. His leather jacket sleeves were pulled up so I could see the tattoos on his forearms and hands. Every detail was lying there waiting for me to study them. I was always so curious of his tattoos the same way he was of mine. I love his tattoos though it was like they told a story. A story I don't think I would ever get enough off.
He looked ready to go out and with our little chat at the moment I guessed he was going to the underground. A popular street race that happened every Saturday night. I know because I used to go when I was with Zane. The only difference was no one knew it was me back then. I always kept my face hidden but that wasn't of my own choice, that was all to do with Zane.
"You want me to race don't you?" It wasn't really a question, I knew the answer.
"Your brother told me you were the masked racer." Something flashed over his shinny grey eyes but I didn't quite catch it. For a moment I thought he was amazed but then I changed my mind. There was nothing to be a amazed about. I was just another street racer back then.
"My brother seems to be telling you a lot of things lately that he shouldn't be." I didn't hide the annoyance in my tone. I really needed to have a chat with that boy I thought as I started to walk towards the kitchen once again.
"Are you coming then?" He had followed me to the kitchen and I knew I wasn't going to get rid of him any time soon. I could never seem to get rid of him these days. He was like a bad cold I couldn't just shake.
His presence was starting to get to me. I could sense his every movement. For the amount of steps he took to the kitchen to his intense gaze and that was looking me over as I closed the fridge over.
"Why should I?" I took a sip from the bottle of water I now had as I waited for his answer.
He seemed to think over his response. Almost like he didn't know if he wanted to tell the truth but if he wanted me to go anywhere near there he may not lie to me.
Before I could even blink he took 3 big strides over to me and lifted me by the waist unto the counter behind me. His hands burned at the touch on my waist and I was sure that when he lifted them away his hands would be imprinted on my skin. The hoody had done no protection against his touch as they had slipped under it. I wasn't sure if he had done this on purpose or not but I wasn't about to complain about it.
"Because I need you to help me."
He leaned in closer to me so that our noses were almost touching. His whole presence was of one of power and control. The Riker that I knew well was long gone, this one was the one that handled the Mafia. There was something about this side of him that I liked. There was something more true to this side to him. He held no secrets when he was like this.
I leaned in closer so that our hips were touching. I heard a low groan from under his breath but said nothing but gave him my own smirk. It was good to no I had an effect on him. There was always something about Riker that pulled me to him. He was far more dangerous than Zane ever was and I love that feeling. The feeling that he could take me on like I wasn't a challenge at all.
"Is the big bad Mafia Heir asking for my help?"
I could see the conflicting features that crossed his face almost like he didn't want to admit he needed my help.
I watched as he swallowed his pride before he answered the tattoos on his collar bone dancing as he did so. "Yes."
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him ever closer, my arms wrapping around his neck. I traced the hairs on the base of his hair line with my thumbs as I looked him in the eyes. Riker took a moment to look at our position before looking back at me with a raise eyebrow.
I gave him a quick kiss on the lips before I pulled back. He didn't look shocked but his eyes had glazed over and I could see the need in his grey eyes. They were no longer the calm grey colour, there was a storm now evident on his features. A storm that I really wanted to play in.
Maybe this is why I always got involved with boys that were surrounded by the life of drugs, guns and danger. I just looked playing with fire and right now Riker was the flame.
Riker looked down at my lips not in a way want but in the sense that he needed to kiss me. I never had someone look at me with so much need. Zane had always looked at me like I was a prize, a prize that he didn't actually want to show the world but Riker seemed to be different. He got on like the type of guy that would show me off to the world and let them know that I was his. At the same time though he seemed to be the type of guy that knew I could handle myself. Almost like he would stay out of my shit unless I actually needed him in it.
I felt his hands move down and grab my hips and this made me snap out of my thoughts. Before I had a chance to ask what he was doing he pulled me forward and put one of his hands to the back of my head pulling me forward. His lips slammed onto mine in sense that he couldn't hold back anymore and I loved it.
Wrapped my legs tighter around him I pulled myself even closer which I didn't think was possible. His lips were soft against my own and tasted like mint and something that could only be described as wildness. His lips were the only thing I could say were soft about him. His hands were ruff against my skin and his muscles stood out on edge as I trailed my nails along them. I heard a low groan in his chest as I traced the tattoos around his collar bone his t-shirt and jacket blocking everything else. I loved every moment of it.
He bit my bottom lip asking for access and I grinned into our kiss teasing him. His hold was on the back of my neck then it wrapped itself tightly around my hair and pulled. He exposed my neck and started kissing a trail down my neck. The grin of teasing him never left my lips as I let out a moan when he hit a sensitive spot on my neck.
"Stop being such a tease." His voice was low and demanding as he went back to kissing me. This time I let him in and the fight for who was going to dominated who.
After a few moments I won but I knew he let me win but I wasn't going to complain, it wasn't long though before he took control again. After a few more minutes of this we pulled back and tried to catch our breath his forehead was pressed against mine.
"So are you going to help?" He asked after he straightened up again and I dropped my grip around his waist with my legs.
I sent him and grin and jumped down from the counter my hand resting on his chest as I did so.
"Nope." I said popping the P as I started to walk away. I could sense he was watching my ass so I put more sway in my hips as I walked. I loved having his full attention, there was something about it that just made me feel alive.
"I heard Ashley Blain is racing for Zane tonight." I stopped in my tracks. He now had my full attention. Why the fuck would he get that bitch to race for him. He knew what I thought about her. It wasn't the fact that Ashley was Riker's ex, I had hated her from we were kids.
I looked at Riker from the corner of my eye his smirk told me he knew he had my full attention now.
"Give me 5 minutes, I'll go and get changed."