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Natalie’s POV


Taylor was more than excited when I told her I would be tagging along to Australia and laughed when I told her an hour before we were leaving that it was Mike’s idea.

“Looks like you’ve won yourself a fuck buddy, girlfriend.” She laughed, sipping from a coke can as we packed.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Yeah, well, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Yeah, you’re right. You’re too emotional for shit like that. You’d be in love and sobbing on my pillow within two weeks.” She took another gulp from her can and I sighed again. A very brash way to put it, but she was right, and I knew it.

I was setting myself up for failure.

“Shit.” I said, raising my hand to my forehead, I rubbed it slowly in a circular motion while Taylor watched me. A light tapping at the hotel room door broke uncomfortable silence.

“Hold that thought,” Taylor said, getting up off the bed to answer. “Well hello, Tony.” She chuckled.

“Hey girls, I just wanted to let you know you’ve got twenty minutes to meet in the lobby or you’ll be hitchhiking to LAX, ok?”

“See you in twenty.” Tate giggled, and shut the door. “Hear that? You’ve only got twenty minutes to make your mind up Nat. I could always lie and say you had a family emergency…”

“No. I’m going. I signed up for this, and I’m not going to bail on Tony last minute.” I explained with a shake of my head.

I’d always wanted to go to Australia. Besides, anything was better than sitting alone in my apartment with nothing to do. Maybe I would end up so busy I’d have no time to spend with Mike. Or at least hope it would be like it had been for the last week, with the both of us sort of avoiding being alone with each other.

Taylor and I finished packing and grabbed our suitcases, dragging them into the elevator and into the lobby. I stuck close by her while she flirted/giggled/played phone tag with William, who was only a few feet away.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from them, eyes falling now on Mike, who was seated in one of the chairs across from the concierge desk. He looked deep in thought, staring straight ahead and biting down on his lip. He clasped his hands together, rubbing them against one another almost nervously. I watched him for another minute inconspicuously until Taylor was calling me back over.

“Oh my god, Nat, look,” She giggled, holding her phone in front of my face. I smirked when I read the text William sent her. Something about joining the mile high club and showing her his cockpit. What the hell? I sighed and looked up and over to Bill, who was smirking in our direction.

“Freaks.” I snorted, shaking my head at him. He smirked back and nodded his head in Mike’s direction, then looked back at me and grinned. My jaw dropped and I turned around to give Taylor the evil eye and a small piece of my mind.

“Do you honestly think I wasn’t going to tell him?” She said suddenly without even looking up from her bag.

I sighed deeply and rubbed my forehead. “That’s not the point. You might as well tell everyone here while you’re at it!”

“Relax, Bill isn’t telling anything. Trust me. He doesn’t want me pissed at him.” Taylor dropped her hand into her purse once more and brought up a pack of cigarettes. “Thank fuck!” She exclaimed and grabbed my arm with a cool, slim hand.

Taylor dragged me past the circle of boys, making SURE she pulled me through Mike’s line of vision. His eyes caught mine as she pulled me by the wrist, knocking into his knees, and I’m quite fucking certain she did that on purpose. Mike and I locked eyes, and a small smile played on his lips as I blushed profusely. I love the girl but Taylor always found a way to embarrass the shit out of me. I felt him watching us the whole way out of the lobby doors and into the warm morning air. My breath hitched, as the temperature was a drastic change from the cool comfort of the hotel.

“Fuck you Tate. You did that shit on purpose.” I scowled, folding my arms across my chest. She just smiled and lit her cig, taking a deep, hard drag and blowing out the smoke before answering.

“Because this is stupid. You were bold enough to fuck, but you can’t talk to each other? It’s so obvious you want to. Both of you.” She shrugged and tapped the ash off the end with her finger before taking another hard drag. I sighed again, knowing full well she was right. I had to talk to him to set things straight. I rubbed my forehead again and bit my lip.

“Go already, before I tell Bill to send him out.” Taylor gave me a cocky smile and I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, fine. Don’t sic your puppy on me.” I giggled and avoided a slap to the head, and going back into the hotel lobby. The bands and crews were all in the same place I left them, including Bill and Mike. I headed in his direction, but as soon as I moved around the pillar to see him better, I realized that he was sitting there with Gabe standing next to him, both of them laughing. I froze up, gnawing at my lip and playing it off like I was heading to the bathroom.

“Hey! Nat! Mamacita, where are you going?” Gabe called out. I chuckled, and replied,

“Be right back.” Without turning around because I knew he was watching.

Once inside the ladies room I leaned against the marble counter and stared into the mirror. “What to do,” I asked myself, “What the fuck to do?” I couldn’t understand why the thought of being close to him had me so nervous. My hands were shaking and my bottom lip in urgent need of some blistex. I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out my lip gloss and added a small amount to my lips, rubbing them together. Pushing back my hair with my hand, I realized I could use a little eyeliner too. I cursed and opened up my carry-on.

With another slew of curses, I dug around in the bag. I didn’t understand how a single fucking little stick managed to get away from me ALL THE TIME. I’m usually good with keeping up with my shit. Except my eyeliner pencils. I sighed and was for sure about to give up when something told me to dig again. This time I found it on the first try.

Beaming from my small victory, I looked up into the mirror and jumped at the reflection. Mike was standing behind me, watching me with an amused look on his face. We stared at each other in the mirror quietly until I cleared my throat and began applying my eyeliner like nothing was out of sort there.

“So um, what are you doing in the ladies room Mike?” My voice sounded fine, but inside I was jittery as hell and I tried to steady my hand long enough to finish without poking my goddamn eye out.

“It looked like you needed someone to talk to, and uh, a little birdie might have told me that you wanted that someone to be me…” He trailed off and held up his phone for me too see.

“Goddamn her…” I whispered, sucking my teeth in annoyance.

“What?” Mike smiled.

I sighed. “I dunno… I guess I did need to talk to you,” I finished up in the mirror and tossed the eyeliner pencil back into the bag, knowing full well I would regret it later. I felt Mike edging closer to me as I re-zipped the bag.

“About?” He whispered into my ear.

I trembled as the denim from his jeans lightly brushed against the exposed skin of my legs below my thighs and then winced, sure he had seen it.

“T-this,” I stuttered, inching away. “It’s not… my thing, Mike.”

“Oh, and it’s supposed to be my thing?” He teased, voice low and deep.

I shook my head. “No, I just think that… I dunno, I didn’t know it was supposed to be a “regular” thing…”

The corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes lit up, definitely amused by my obvious unwillingness to give in to myself.

He touched my arm and I’m sure I felt a warm jolt of electricity surge through my body from head to toe. The room was cold but my face and head felt like it was on fire.

“But I want it to be a regular thing Nat…” He was breathing against my neck and talking in this very , very, sexy voice. My legs nearly gave out on me as he pressed his body closer, now nibbling on my earlobe and sliding his hands to my waist. I looked up at him through the mirror and he was smirking again. He knew I wasn’t going to talk my way out of this. Hell, I could even
see the lust and need in my own eyes.

I moaned softly when he pulled be back against him, stroking my thighs and the bottom of my skirt. “And we only have ten minutes to celebrate you saying you want it as bad as I do. Do you?”

I could only nod as words got choked up inside my throat and Mike had me turned to face him with lightening speed, sucking my neck softly, alternating sides, and trapping me by putting an arm against the counter around me. I whimpered as our lips clashed, finally, mouths parting slightly and tongues wet and searching.

Strong arms lifted my hips and placed me on the counter and I hoped to the heavens that no little old ladies walked in on us as Mike’s fingers nimbly crept up my skirt. “Fuck,” He hissed, pushing my panties to the side roughly and sliding one of his fingers inside me. “Who were you kidding? You’re fucking wet as a waterfall.” He smirked, which he did a lot, and licked and sucked at my ear again, pumping his finger, and then a second, twisting them deeper within.

I shrieked a little louder than I thought I had and he covered my mouth with his, kissing me roughly while I heard his belt jingling. Mike pulled himself free with ease and was soon pushing the tip of his aching hard on against my opening. I scooted my ass toward him, egging him on, but he just prodded and poked, kissing me here and there, sucking my collarbone and earning himself several frustrated grunts and groans.

“Ten minutes…” I growled at him.

He giggled. Yes, Mike giggled, and pressed into me while I moaned softly in his ear, wrapping my arms around his head, smoothing back hair from his face and jerking my body against his as he thrust into me steadily. I don’t even remember how long we stayed in there. Though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, all I know is the way I came. Oh my god the way I came. I’m sure I lost a few brain cells or something. I came so hard I swear I saw stars and shit.

I’m getting all flustered just re-thinking about it right now.

Anyway, Mike clutched my ass, lifting me off the counter completely as he pounded, whining into my neck as he reached his own orgasm. I held on tight as fuck until I just couldn’t anymore, sliding down his body and resting my trembling legs on solid ground.

We both stood there for a minute, dressing hastily and breathing hard and deep. I didn’t know what the hell to say, but I knew as long as he was in there with me, I wouldn’t get my ass left.

Mike nodded towards the door, biting his fingernails. “Go ahead. I’ll wait.” He said, then cleared his throat.

I smiled and nodded, smoothing down my skirt and combing my hair with my fingers. I washed my hands and picked up my bag, heading for the door when he stopped me.

“Nat, wait…”

I swung around and he was right there, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me hard and deep, caressing my tongue with his own, then puckered up and kissed me once more, smirking and letting me go.

I chuckled and backed away, peeking out of the door and escaping while everyone was out of sight.

I took another minute to gather myself, legs still weak. I watched my feet, and suddenly looked up, looking into Taylor’s knowing eyes. I groaned and rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help smiling at my friend.

“What?”

“What do you mean what? Finally! I’m about to piss myself!”

All I could do was giggle as she rounded the corner. “Wait, wait Taylor wait!” I followed her. But it was too late. As soon as she reached her hand out to open the door, Mike came out of it. Taylor looked up to make sure she had the right door, and when she did… A HUGE smile spread across her face.

Like the grinch.