Page 60 of Fresh Tracks
“Do you want to come in and watch more of my lame old videos again?” I hook my thumb over my shoulder toward my house. “Or we could watch something made in the last decade.”
She looks that way and then back at me, her teeth digging into her lower lip. “That sounds tempting,” she says and I can hear the hesitation in her voice, “but I’m supposed to leave for Grand Targhee first thing in the morning. We’re going to ski there tomorrow to switch it up a bit. So I should probably get to bed soon.”
“You know the offer still stands. You can stay in the guesthouse if you want. Or my house. I know you love your van, but if you want a real bed for a night, you don’t have to ask,” I say,hoping I’m not pushing her too far. I want her to keep choosing to be with me.
“Suuure. That’s it. Purely altruistic,” she says, smirking at me before resting her head on my shoulder and I love the way she rubs her cheek against me. “And I know, but I don’t want to bother you in the morning. I’ll probably be up even before you.”
“Alright. Fair enough,” I say, still wishing to spend more time with her but knowing damn well she’s going to do what she wants. Besides if she needs sleep, coming to bed with me right now is the last thing she should do, because there would be no sleep happening.
“But I’ll see you Tuesday morning.” She stands in the water, leaning down to kiss me, before climbing out of the hot tub. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, not wanting to let go of her just yet. She looks down and lets out a short laugh. “We can pick up where we left off then.”
“Tuesday? You’re lucky that you have such a flexible boss who lets you work remote,” I say, running my hands up the backs of her thighs.
She shakes her head grinning. “I’m lucky for a lot of reasons.”
Me too.
“Alright, I’ll be here when you get back,” I add, trying not to sound too desperate.
“Good, because I have something I want to show you.”
I raise an eyebrow, my eyes roaming her body. I’m going to memorize every inch, every tattoo, and every piercing on her. My mouth waters just thinking about tasting those little pieces of jewelry again. She picks up on the gesture, snorting a laugh.
“Something for work, not for play,” she teases, leaning down and grabbing my towel. “Now, I’m going to go get a shower in the guesthouse before going back to my van.”
She turns away from me, bending over, running the towel upand down those long legs. She looks back over her shoulder, grinning when she sees me shamelessly watching her.
“Night, Tommy. Don’t have too much fun out here.” She tosses me a playful wink, my towel wrapped over her shoulders and my t-shirt clung to her body, showing the silhouette of her curves. “And I’m keeping these.”
With that, she turns and walks into the guesthouse and this time, I don’t feel bad admiring every detail of her body. I slip my hand into my shorts and stroke my throbbing cock, still tasting her sweet pussy on my lips.
“Remindme why I got up at the crack of dawn to do this again?” Sutton glares at me from across the small gondola. He takes his glove off and rubs his temple with his thumb and forefinger, letting out a long groan.
I reach my ski pole out, tapping the top of his helmet. He bats it out of the way and flips me off.
“You know for someone so young and spry,” I say, making air quotes with my hands, “you look awfully hungover there, big guy. Party a little too hard with the staff after closing?”
He playfully kicks my shin with the toe of his ski boot, which would hurt like hell if I wasn’t also wearing ski boots.
I hear my phone ping in my chest pocket. I race to take off my gloves and quickly rip it out, hoping it’s her. I’m trying not to be too clingy, but I asked Grace to text me when she and Josie were out on the mountain. Grand Targhee is only a couple hours away, but I hate being this far away after being around her so much the last few weeks.
Looking down at my phone, I’m quickly disappointed when I see the message.
Miles: You’re still coming this week, right? The guys will all be there. Can’t wait to talk.
I put my phone away and look up to find Sutton watching me with his knowing grin.
I throw my head back against the gondola window behind me. “What?”
“Wasn’t her? You’re in deep, man.”
"I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“You meanwhoI’m talking about?” he asks, raising his voice in a flirty tone.
I pull my phone back out, showing him the message. “It was Miles. See? He won’t back off.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Alright, but I know you weren’t racing to get your phone out of your pocket to check a message from him. And you’re going to have to give him an answer about that tour sooner or later. Just pull off the bandaid one way or another.”
