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 metalwall, 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.
18
Riley
I’ve been sick in bed for the last five days, and I amsobored. The first few days I slept, even slept through Mabel knocking to drop off food supplies. Which she ended up coordinating with me as there were perishables in there.
I slept too much through the day, still achy, and nothing is interesting to watch. Checking the time: 9:00 p.m. I should try and attempt to stick to a normal sleep routine, but I'm out of sorts. No Mabel to hang out with. Because I’ve been so out of whack, we haven’t been able to even talk on the phone. Only a few text messages here and there, but hours after she’d message me because I was sleeping. She messaged, telling me she was going to a dinner tonight with Rayna, but I have no idea what time she’ll be back.
Feeling a sneeze coming on, I reach for the tissues and sneeze; my head feeling dizzy as the fuzzy feeling subsides.
“Gesundheit.” I hear Mabel through the wall. Our bedheads must be sharing a wall.
I start to saythank you,but my voice is low and raspy. I reach for my phone:
Thank you. I can’t talk very loud.
No worries. Can I do anything for you?
I’m bored. :(
Would you like me to come over and keep you company?
