“Same,” I reply.
“I should let you get some rest.”
“Okay. Goodnight, gorgeous.”
“Goodnight, hotshot.”
“Oh, hey!”
“Yeah?”
“I really fucking miss seeing your face.”
“Same.” She smiles and we end the call.
19
Mabel
July – Mid-season break – Sydney, NSW
Mid-season break hits and we're in Sydney. The crew organised to hang for a week in the city to let off some steam and relax before heading back on track for more testing. After a decently long bus trip from rural NSW to the centre of Sydney City, it's a stark juxtaposition of landscapes. Rural NSW is bush greens and browns across wide open spaces. Sydney in the city is all shiny, grey buildings and vertical metals.
I swipe my keycard and step into my hotel room. The view demands attention within the studio and is a breathtaking panoramic view of the harbour. The crisp white of the Sydney Opera House pops off the shimmering blue of the harbour with the prestigious metal of the Harbour Bridge etched beside it. Not a cloud in the sky to dampen the sight.
Realisation hits that this would be really expensive per night, and panic starts to set in. I might not be able to afford this?!
A knock echoes through the room and I turn a confused look at the door I just entered through. But the knock didn’t come from there. I scan the walls and see a door in between the bathroom and my bed.That’s not creepy at all.
I look around for something I can use as a weapon when I hear Riley’s voice from the other side of the door. “Mabel, it’s me!” I roll my eyes and unlock the door.
“I was looking for something to clock you with.” I gesture around.
He steps in and scoops me up, my lips parting to welcome his tongue ravenously.
Setting me down, he keeps his arms around me and whispers, “I’ve been waiting to do that to you all day.”
“Glad you could contain yourself. That kiss would have sparked a lot of questions on the shuttle here,” I jest, running my fingers through his hair. “Also, this is the first and last time I let you organise a hotel room for me. This place looks like it would be a mint per night.”
“Don’t be silly. I organised it, I'm paying for it. Plus, I wanted to organise one with the connecty door thingo, and these rooms were the only ones that did it in this place.”
“I don’t know how I feel about that. The door is cool and all, but what happens if you find a cutie in the club and want to take her back to your room?” I joke, but I kind of hurt my own feelings thinking about that scenario.
“Hmm, that is true.” He feigns contemplation, then pulls me backwards into his room. “Well, look at that. Got a girl in my room, no issues.” He smirks before crashing his lips against mine again.
Breaking away, I laugh. “Smooth.” I feel his phone vibrate against my hip. “I hope whoever that is texting you calls. You turned off voicemail, right?”
His eyes turn devilish. “Oh, I see you. We might have to stop off somewhere tonight. You’ve given me ideas.” He dips his hands down to my ass and lifts me up, my toes brushing the floor, grounding his cock against me.
His phone vibrates again, and I melt into him. “Yeah, we’re definitely going for a little shop,” he says, putting me down with a squeeze and a kiss before fishing out his phone and tapping on it to bring up the message.
“I may already have a special little something in my bag I ordered online,” I tease.
He raises his eyes from his mobile and moans. “You are definitely full of surprises.” He looks down and blinks a few times, trying to focus on his phone.
“Javi says to be down in the lobby for dinner at seven.” He throws his phone on the closest surface. “Isn’t that plenty of time to have our own fun? Whose room has the better view?” He turns to his view. It’s magnificent, just like my room. It’s probably slightly closer to the harbour views. He peeks his head into my room to make the comparison before turning back to me, looking me deeply in the eyes, filled with mischievous thoughts, and breathes, “Mine.” He takes my hand and walks us to the floor-to-ceiling window. The glass is clear, but I remember looking up from the road and you can’t see inside. He pushes me up against the cool glass and lifts my arms abovemy head, trapping me, his mouth capturing mine. Our kissing accelerating our urgency, and he drops his hands away from mine, quickly removing items of clothing.
Spinning us around to change positions, his back pressed against the window, he coaxes my hands to the glass on either side of his head, before sinking to his knees before me, picking one of my legs up and putting it over his shoulder.
