17. Riley
Riley
NSW – One Raceway, New South Wales
Mabel lies facing me. Fully dressed in pajamas that hug her body.
The material is soft as I brush my fingers along her thigh, my other arm under her neck, her loose hair grazing my forearm.
Her hands run along my tattoo chest piece, tracing the conglomerate of images.
Skulls, flora, and fauna that mean something to me.
I feel her get to a particular part of my chest and trace around the small cockatoo I have on my left pec.
“A cockatoo because you are as unhinged as a one?”
Softly laughing, I say, “Sort of. Kiara and I had matching ones in the same place. We had cockatoos hanging around the farm all the time. Became something we both associated with our childhood.”
She presses her palm over the cockatoo, over my heart. “I love that.”
I smile and reach for her, snaking my hand between her legs and grabbing her lower back from there to drag her into me.
Her leg slips over my hip, my face meeting her collarbone so I can feel enveloped by her presence.
I smell her scent of berries as her elbows rest on my shoulders, her fingers playing in my hair .
I kiss her where my face is, and my hand moves from between her legs up under the back of her shirt, gripping her close to me.
Delighting in the feeling of her skin under my palm as I press her in.
Her fingers grab my hair as I keep kissing her collarbone, neck, and chest. Whatever I can reach while embracing her body tightly.
She moves her head to meet my lips, kissing urgent and possessive, tongues invading mouths.
Our bodies melt into each other. My hand under her shirt moves to her waist, the delicate skin smooth as I clutch her side.
She sighs in my mouth. This doesn’t have to progress to sex; I am so into this moment.
Being here with her. Touching her. Enjoying the intimacy.
My hand rolls down her side to her leg, gripping her on the way down.
As fevered as the kissing started, it slows down of its own volition. Her fingers’ intense grip loosens to brushing them through my hair. Our kisses move to reserved and less demanding.
“I really don’t want to leave,” Muttering when my forehead falls to her shoulder, her chin resting on the top of my head. I love this moment, this contentment with her. I want to stay here forever.
“Do you need to leave?”
“Fleur is in the hotel room a few doors down. She might figure out I am not back and we’ll get found out.”
“Fair call.”
I stay put, my arms still around her. My brain knows I should leave, but my body doesn’t want to comply. She also hasn’t loosened her grip on me, instead moving to twirl my hair in her fingers.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll fall asleep,” I mutter.
“I know. Rumours will start flying, right?” she replies, hearing the smile on her lips.
And I stay, because fuck it.
Fleur texted the group first thing in the morning, putting out last-minute feelers for who would like to head to the motocross track today.
Wanting to get Mabel out to have some fun sounded like a great idea, but seeing how I fell asleep in Mabel’s hotel room next door to mine, I need to sneak back without Fleur opening her door and catching me out.
Making it next door, I slip in without running into anyone.
Before I make it to the shower, there is a knock at my bedroom door.
Taking a few beats, I open it up to Fleur.
“Finally!” she exclaims.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“I need your help.” Fleur pushes her way into my room. “Fell asleep hanging with Mabel?”
Shit.
“Yeah, we were watching a movie, and I passed out on the lounge.” Hopefully that is a good enough cover .
“Alright,” she replies and then launches back into her line of thought. “Sophia is coming along to MudPit today and it’s her birthday over the race weekend, so Javi and I want to organise something for her.”
“Sure, what can I help with?”
“I want it to be a surprise, so can you handle going and grabbing a cake? And then meet us there a little after we arrive so she doesn’t see it?”
“You know you could have just messaged this all to me?”
“I got paranoid I would send it to Sophia trying not to send it to her.”
I laugh. “I get that. What time are you lot aiming to be there at?”
“We’ll all be there at 11:00 a.m. Maybe take Mabel. You might need extra hands.”
“Sure, I’ll fill her in.”
Satisfied with my answers and agreement to help, Fleur nods, turning to leave. “Thanks! See you at MudPit!”
Pulling out my phone as I close my door to undress, I type out a message to Mabel:
You’re coming with me for a secret errand.
Sounds like fun. I’m in.
Don’t think I gave you a choice in the matter. ;)
“Gave me a choice”?
Fleur’s orders. Not mine. lol
Yup. Can’t make her mad. Meet you downstairs in an hour. x
See you then. x
This is going to be a great day. I’m looking forward to being outside with Mabel.
Not that we are going to be dumb and be all over each other, but it’s nice to hang with her outside of hotel rooms. I showered and threw down some food while I returned a call from Mum.
Called her as while she was out on the farm, so she could only chat for a bit.
I ended up in the hotel lobby fifteen minutes before I needed to be, but I did run into Koby coming back from a run, and chatted with him for a bit.
As Koby excuses himself to get an incoming call, she catches my eye.
Mabel steps out of the elevator in pink high-top Converse and black tights.
She has on a white baseball tee with black sleeves, with a knot tied on her hip, so it hitches up a bit, exposing some of her stomach.
Her honey brown hair in a messy bun, some hair spilling out and around her face.
A stunning sight before me, completely taking my breath away.
“You okay, hotshot?” she asks as I reach her. Looking over her shoulder, she continues, “Someone you know behind me?”
“Nah, I’m good.” I attempt to shake off my speechlessness .
“Ready?” she asks, still not 100% convinced.
“Lead the way.” I gesture for her to go in front of me, and I will be content forever if I get to walk behind her for the rest of my life.
Mabel and I secure the cake and some random birthday paraphernalia; party hats, candles, and small party poppers.
I sit in the back of the cab holding the cake, keeping it safe.
Mabel stares out of the window, enjoying watching the lush, rural New South Wales landscape pass by, while I enjoy taking in her face, her existence.
A serene look crosses her face as she absentmindedly taps her fingers on her thigh.
Itching to reach over and hold her tapping hand, it took me the abrupt reminder that Fleur would kick my ass if anything happened to the cake to refocus.
So, my hands stay firmly protecting the cake on my lap.
Forty minutes later and we are setting down the cake and party things in MudPit’s metal shed locker room. Mabel collects a body armour vest, boots, gloves, and helmet, and gears up. Turning away from her to distract myself, I gear up too.
Turning back around, Mabel renders me speechless yet again. She’s all geared up and looking fucking hot. She’s about to put her helmet on when she laughs and looks at me. “Oops! I forgot to put my gloves on last.”
She puts down her helmet, and before she can remove her gloves, I step in front of her and push her up against the metal wall, grasping her wrists and pinning them above her head, as my mouth crashes down onto her.
Unrelenting and desperate. Pressing myself into her, my other hand grips her thigh, pulling her into me.
We are both in a frenzy, trying to find friction against each other.
An echoing thud against the metal walls of the locker room stops us and we break away.
My hand still tightly holds her wrists, her heavy breathing sending sparks down my chest.
“You look fucking hot all geared up,” I mutter.
“And here I thought you were going to get carried away in the lobby. You lasted longer than I expected.”
“What?”
“It was written all over your face the minute I stepped out of the elevator, hotshot.”
She really shouldn’t be the one teasing from her current position, but fuck if I don’t enjoy the fact that she gives it as good as she takes it. She can playfully bully me anytime, repeatedly, and I will crawl back for more.
Pulling her wrists up a fraction higher so her arms strain up ever so slightly, causing her chest to rise and fall quicker, a wicked smile spreads over her face.
“Are you really in a position to throw those accusations around, gorgeous?” I ask, dipping my voice down to a growl.
Pressing my pelvis into her core, her breath catches in her throat.
“Perfect position, if you keep doing that.” I can see her melt a little.
Another thud shudders the wall, and we separate .
She takes a glove off, puts on her helmet, does it up, and puts her glove back on.
“Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life.” And she winks as she leaves me to regret not kissing her also in the cab.
Being out on the dirt course does nothing to stop me from thinking dirty thoughts about Mabel.
Her confidence on the bike has flourish for only being her third day on one.
She isn’t doing any jumps or daredevil moves, but she is happy to stick with the group.
She and Fleur look to have struck up a friendship, which is great, chatting as they ride together, using the helmet’s mic set up.
Mabel picks up a few stances from Fleur, and as I watch Mabel stand on the foot pegs to give her legs a stretch, I almost lose my balance, getting an eyeful of her ass straining against her tights.
Just when I think she isn’t doing it with ulterior motives, I see her shoot a look over her shoulder at me before Fleur takes off, and Mabel and I are now trailing at the back of the pack, bikes side by side.
She taps her helmet mic and puts four fingers up, indicating she wants me to go to the fourth frequency. I comply and open with a, “Why, hello there.”
“Hello. Get a good view from back there?”
“Got a fucking great view. Thanks for checking in.”
“Looks like you had a little trouble keeping the bike upright. Try to keep it in a straight line, hotshot,” she teases before tearing away towards the rest of the crew.