Chapter One.
It hadn't taken very long for me to get enthralled with him enough to go back to his hotel room. It was easy, something that happened all the time it felt like. There was something easy about everything that was going on here, like in the pit of my stomach I knew it was destined to be whether or not I liked it. As his strong arms laid my body gently back against the bed, lying flat against the bedspread and the fluffy comforter, I tried to get a good look at his face but it was like he was eluding me, remaining a mystery to me by keeping his head down. I felt his hands lift my right foot into the air as he crawled onto the mattress between my legs, still fully clothed in shorts and a tank top and he was fully dressed as well. It felt like a thousand tiny electrical shocks each time his lips lingered against my warmly tanned skin, almost enough to make me cry out in something that I was all to sure was need. However, the moment that he lowered his head and his lips trailed further up my leg, just about to my knee now, I was so completely high strung that even if I had wanted to talk, my voice would've squeaked and given me away. If this was the way I reacted just to this, what would I do when we actually got down to it? I didn't even want to think about that, but I knew that in reality it was going to happen sooner or later and by the way things were going, it was definitely going to end up being sooner.
After what felt like an eternity I felt his lips pull away from my leg, his arms moving up to secure around my waist as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my stomach. If he hadn't already been causing butterflies to flutter around in there, I would've sworn that he was magic or something. The thin material of my tank begged to be pulled off of my body, of course just starting with that piece of clothing, and he must've been able to read my mind because as soon as I thought it his hands were at the hem of my shirt, sliding their way underneath of the flimsy material to glide across my flat stomach, moving upwards on their quest to rid me of my shirt and sooth the aching throbbing that was now present in my nipples. As soon as his hard working hands cupped my bare skin in their palms, moving them ever so slightly around as he carefully held and caressed my breasts, I parted my pale lips and allowed a soft moan to pass them. I wanted more, just that touch alone wasn't enough anymore and the strangest part of it all was that despite not being able to see his face, I felt like this man...this perfect man touching me, was someone that knew me better than I knew myself. At the moment however, I let my mind slip away as the material of my shirt finally met his hands, though they still caressed my breasts slowly and carefully, like they had been waiting a million years just to touch them. So careful and calculating. "Who are you?" I spoke in a voice so fragile, so pleased with just this simple action that I scarcely remember wanting to know the answer at all. That must've been good because for my efforts I recieved no answer at all, just a continuance of his tortorous actions.
"Beep, beep, beep..." Grumbling as soon as the alarm blared into my ears I pulled my blankets over my head and tried to go back to my dream. Such a good dream. It took all of about fifteen seconds before I heard another loud noise coming from the opposite side of the room, the door to my hotel room. "Go away!" I yelled through my blanket, it wasn't like the person on the other side of the door could hear me anyway. "Sammy, get your ass out of bed now! We're gonna be late and Pat wants breakfast. Get up and get dressed or I'll drag you out of there buck naked if I have to!" Oh joy. My older brother Josh, well most people knew him better by the name Chris Sabin and in fact he was only one of my three older brothers...yeah it sucks being the baby ontop of being the only girl and a wrestler, wasn't eactly known for having much tact when it came to finding ways to get me out of my hotel room to start off my day. He knew that I hated being ordered to do anything at all and that was exactly why he did it. Other than obviously getting a kick out of aggravating the people that were on either side of me in their own rooms.
Normally I room with Josh and his, well our, best friend Patrick but last night I had been so angry with them for being total idiots that I had paid for another room and moved the fuck out of the one they were sharing. It also helped add to my mood that because of being so angry with those two pin heads I went out drinking and drank alittle more than normal, which could've contributed to the weird, yet vivid dream I had been having. Growling in my throat, I pulled the blanket away from my face and glared straight at the door, hoping that by some miracle that just once I could actually stare a hole right through it and Josh. I knew Patrick was standing there with a smug look on his face as well and once I was done with melting Josh with my mind, he was next. Ugly ass fucker. "Alright, I'm up. You can go back to butt-fucking each other now!" I grumbled, flinging the blankets away from my body. Instantly a gush of rather cool air crossed my body as I sat up and slid off the edge of my bed. I was pretty notorious for being stubborn, and most of the time that was an understatement, but I just didn't feel like arguing with Josh or Rat, yes Rat, today with the splitting headache I now had thanks to all the yelling. With a yawn passing my lips I lifted my right hand to scratch my head, messed up hair and all, as I headed into the bathroom. I avoided looking in the mirror knowing that as soon as I actually woke up enough to deal with the hideous monster I looked like, it was going to take some fairy dust and then some to make me beautiful.
"Ten minutes Sam, or we're leaving without you!" Ugh, again with the yelling. "Whatever, fine, go downstairs and wait!" I shouted back before grumbling again. Today was going to be a sunglasses day. After taking care of my morning routine, and eventually getting a brush through the multi-colored rats nest I called hair, I headed back into the main part of my room and pounced upon the second bed in the room, which just so happened to hold my open suitcase and my remaining clothing choices for the week that hadn't been worn and shoved back inside of the luggage. Snagging a pair of gold sequin shorts and a white tank top, I hopped off my bed with the items in question, returning to the bathroom to change. I must be like Harry Houdini or some shit because in two seconds flat I had managed to remove my bra, pull on the white tank and shorts and speed race my ass back into the main part of the room cleaning up shit like a Hoover vaccum. Once everything I owned...and a few towels and a robe that I didn't, found themselves safely secured in my luggage I pulled the heavy as a fucking boulder suitcase off of the bed and sat it upright, pulling the handle up. Covering the room once more, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything, I slipped on my shades and my flip flips before shoving my cellphone into the front pocket of my luggage. Grabbing ahold of the handle with my right hand, I wheeled the object towards the door and only paused to open the heavy door and step out into the hallway.
"It's about damn time." The instant I heard his voice through my ears, I wanted to vomit. He was just so...icky, and I wasn't even looking at him. "Shut the fuck up Rat, or I'll kill you and feed your entrails to lab rats." I normally wasn't that mean, but seriously I was hung over and I already hated his guts...such a molitov cocktail. Too tempting on this day to pass up. "Both of you shut the fuck up, let's get going." Josh spoke and instantly I narrowed my eyes and grumbled, heading towards the elevator behind him and his obedient little lap dog. Such a pussy. Once Josh stopped and pushed the button for the elevator to take us all down to the main lobby, my mind absently wandered back to the dream I had had. Who was the mystery man in my dream and why the fuck wasn't he here with me instead of these two idiots? Sigh. I guess I'd just have to wait until I fell asleep again to find out, assuming that I even had the dream again.