16. Mabel
Mabel
Riley’s messages made me feel happy. Happy he checked in with me and thought to include me in a go-karting thing.
It will be good to get to know more of his friends.
I’ve hung out with them a few times, but the start of the season caused everyone’s time to be more racing-focused, and I did withdraw a fair amount to get my head around the role and schedule.
Thankfully, Riley insisted I join him every few days at the hotel gyms when the others weren’t available.
It’s been great to get me out of the hotel room and into a different mindset.
Shaking my head, I refocus on the TV show I'm watching. I'm not really focusing on the show when Riley comes through the door singing out, “Hello!” I pretend to be engrossed in my show and give a small, “Hey”.
He leaps over the lounge and controls his fall on top of me.
“Is that anyway to greet someone who’s taking you out tonight?
” His lips press against mine, heated. “And who’s going to fuck you silly when we get back?
” he whispers. My breath catches at the thought.
His face remains close, nose to nose, his hot breath across my lips .
“Hello then,” I reply, my breath raspy. My hand reaches behind his neck, bringing his mouth to mine, devouring it, taking it, claiming it, getting myself all hot and bothered. I don’t think I can even have sex again right now, otherwise I will chaff myself, but I just want to be close to him, argh!
“Now that’s a hello.” He breaks away, breathless.
“You’re really sweaty,” I pant. I don’t care, but maybe it will put some distance between us and I can think straight again. My mind is flashing with thoughts of him fucking me silly, and all the ways he could throw me around with ease.
“Okay, I am heading to the shower, if you...”
“I’m not joining you,” I reply.
I can’t get back in there with his naked body on display. It’s magnificent and makes me crave him.
“I’ll be back.” He dips down and kisses me chastely before bouncing off and heading to the shower.
Sighing once the door is closed, I know I shouldn’t be such an ass, but I don’t want to get too deep with him.
Physical works. We have itches we need scratching, right?
It can be a mutually beneficial situation.
We get along really well, so fuck buddies will be a pleasant addition to the mix.
I just have to keep him at arm’s length.
I don’t have to obsess about it for too long when I catch Riley from the corner of my eye, walking out of the bathroom.
His towel is down low on his hips, his broad shoulders urging to be climbed.
A delicious distraction. He disappears into his room, but leaves his door open.
Now that we have bridged the intimacy gap, he’s clearly feeling more comfortable.
I peek my eyes around the lounge to spy into the open door, not seeing anything, but it does get me a little hot under the collar, knowing he is changing in there.
Get a grip, Mabel!
I feel like a teenager again. Hormones are all over the shop, wanting to explore these new, exciting feelings.
Touch him. Him touching me. I exhale, needing to calm down.
He comes out of his room in grey shorts and a loose, white tank.
The sides of his torso are exposed with the low, gaping arm holes, showing off all his smooth, ridged glory, the edges of his tattoo chest piece poking out of the sides.
Black and grey lines. His arms are sculpted like a marbled statue. I can’t help but stare.
“Enjoy your Riley-free time?” he asks, taking one of my feet and rubbing down my calf, his fingers leaving trails of goosebumps and me utterly confused at how he can make me both hot and shivery.
“It was delightful. Got to watch my reality TV in peace,” I retort.
“Hey! I love watching those!”
“You just like watching the beach setting ones so you can ogle the women,” I play. “It wasn’t one of those, so you’ve got them to watch with me still.”
“Yes.” He pulls a fist down to his side as he says the word in mock high-approval.
“So go-karting? Fleur does it all the time, along with the dirt bike stuff?” I ask, watching his fingers digging into my calf again .
“Yeah, if you can’t tell, she loves it. Loves getting the crew together.
You’ll have a ball. She organises a few through the season at the tracks and finds where the go-karts are close by.
Unless we’ve been there before and know it’s a really good track.
Then we will sit on the bus for however long it takes.
I think she is excited to have you and Sophia join us this season.
She’s a great guy’s girl, and she can laugh around with us, but I think she gets sick of our low maturity-level sometimes.
Think she needs some girls around to roll her eyes at us and have someone else reply back with, ‘These dickheads, right?’ ” he mimics.
His hands move to my other leg and starts rubbing up my thighs, grazing higher, skimming under the hem of my shorts.
“Whatcha doing there, hotshot?” I borrow Javi’s nickname for Riley.
“Just ensuring you are relaxed and comfortable,” he says, brushing along the front of my panties with the lightest of touches.
I gasp, “I am chaffed. I need some ice on there or something.”
His eyebrow peaks. “Now that’s an idea!”
“No! Not an idea. I don’t want an ice pack down there.”
“Are you sure? Maybe some ice in my mouth going down on you will do the trick?”
My pussy clenches at the thought. “I’m not sure that will actually help in my current state.” My voice is shaky, giving me away.
He raises his eyebrows. “Only one way to find out.”
“Not at all. Oh my goodness, you are… ”
“Encouragable? Adorable? Exhausting? It’s okay, I've heard all the praises before.”
“You’re taking exhausting as a positive?”
“If I don’t, who will?”
Experiencing additional chaffing, I am glad we're taking a cab to the restaurant Javi and Riley organised.
Fuck, my face better not be turning red thinking about what we have been up to the past two days. I look out the window and try to distract myself. Javi and Sophia are meeting us there from the track after some meetings with Rayna that I didn’t need to attend.
“Oh! My parents are coming to visit after the mid-season break.”
“That’ll be fun. Are they excited?”
“Yeah. They've been crazy busy with the farm, but they're happy they can come and spend some time with me. They're coming around my mum’s birthday, so I’ll have to work out what to get her.”
“Might need to think about a nice place to take them. And definitely separate rooms for that track.”
“Aww, we won’t be able to be in the same hotel room?
Probably a good call. I might not leave the room,” he says, sliding closer to me in the back of the cab.
His hand grazes across the top of my thigh as he leans in and presses a steamy kiss to my lips.
My lips open instantly to allow his tongue to entwine with mine.
His grip on my thigh moves higher, firmer.
I’m grateful my jeans are acting as a barrier to his hands, because I am on fire.
My hand moves to his face, fingers entangling in his blond hair as I make my way to the back of his head.
The cab stops abruptly and we break apart.
“That’ll be $25,” an unamused voice calls from the front.
Riley smiles at me and reaches for his wallet to pay the cab driver, and I straighten myself up before exiting for the restaurant.
“Lucky we got here now. I was getting too carried away,” Riley announces as he reaches my side. He lays a quick kiss on my cheek and then leads the way, letting me trail behind to catch my breath.
Dinner with Sophia and Javi is going really nice. It’s great to get to know them outside of the paddock and more in a one-on-one setting. The strong connection between Riley and Javi is glaringly obvious.
“…and we rode the mini moto bikes through the drive-thru, fully geared up, and ordered small drinks.” Javi’s voice bellows, met by our synchronised laughter.
“Did you just ride off with the cups or set yourselves up in the car park?” Sophia asks.
“We parked near a few other bikes, walked up to them with straight faces, and banged on about how wild a ride they were. Then revved up, did a wheelie, and took off after finishing our lemonades,” Riley adds.
Laughter continues between us.
“And how often did you do this?” I ask.
“Just that time. It was one of our first purchases at the end of our first season.” Javi answers before taking a gulp of his drink.
“You know, I think I still have that mini moto at my folks’ place,” Riley ponders.
Javi nods. “I’m pretty sure I still have mine, too.”
“Sounds like we need to do another drive-thru run this off-season!” Riley suggests.
Javi taps his nose. “Mate, when you have a good idea, you have a good idea.”
“First New South Wales track we're in separate hotel rooms,” I call out from behind my laptop, sitting with my back against the bedhead.
Riley appears in the bedroom doorway with two glasses of water.
“That’s a bummer. Were they able to get the rooms next to each other at least?
” He hands me a glass as he sets his down on the bedside table, and climbs into the bed next to me to look at the laptop screen, rubbing his face against my shoulder.
“No details on it yet. Might be another email to come. If they are, we’ll need to be creative.” I take a gulp of water that I instantly gasp out of my mouth when I feel Riley’s stealthy hand under the covers grasp my pussy.
“Now you know I can be that,” he coos, watching the mouthful of water flow down my neck and soak into my t-shirt, causing my nipples to peak from the icy water.
“That was risky. What if I spat it on my laptop?” I breathe out.
“Who said I didn’t want to see that?” He returns and grips me firmer, squeezing a garbled, nonsensical sound out of me.