Page 66 of Fresh Tracks
I lean across the console, running my hand up her side, cupping her breast, and kissing her waiting lips. She presses my hand against her and I can feel her piercing press into my palm. I’m glad she’s not a fan of bras because I’m obsessed with her tits. That’s not a surprise though — I’m obsessed with everything about her.
She hums with amusement, pulling back from the kiss, tugging on my bottom lip. “The piercings aren’t really the issue. It's more so the plates and screws holding my leg and shoulder together. I’m always afraid I’ve forgotten my TSA Medical Device card.”
“Well you don’t have to worry about that today. Now, wait here.”
I hop out of the SUV and make my way around to the passenger door, opening it for her.
“Thanks, Boss,” she says, tossing me a wink before I grab her hand and help her out.
We head to open the hatch, only to find Stacy waiting for us with our bags already at her side.
“Good morning, Mr. Sorensen. The Captain and Co-Pilot are already on board and we’re all set to go on your word.” She tips her chin to me and then her eyes drift to Grace. “This must be your girlfriend. Miss Chapman, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I choke on a breath and my grip on Grace’s hand tightens. Shit. I forgot that’s what I told Stacy the other day when I requested to have the plane ready.
I look over at Grace who wears that ever-present smile and I feel her thumb lightly rub the back of my hand. She reaches out to shake Stacy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Tommy was just saying he has the friendliest crew.” I barely even mentioned the crew to her, but leave it to Grace to make them feel special.
Stacy smiles before taking our bags to the plane. I didn’t miss the way she smirked at me though, probably because practically no one ever calls me Tommy in public.
Grace and I walk toward the plane and she whispers into my ear. “Who’s Mr. Sorensen? Are we stealing a plane?”
I grin at her smugly, somewhat impressed with myself it’s taken this long for her to figure this out. “That’s my real name — Thomas Michael Sorensen. Tommy Jacob was my stage name, it’s my name and Jake’s put together. I still use it for business purposes because it felt fitting, but legally I still have my birth name.”
“I like it,” she says, stopping when we reach the stairs.
I gesture for Grace to go up them first, but she just stands there, looking at the jet.
“What?” I ask, watching her eye the plane skeptically.
She points at the plane and looks at me. “So this just sits here and as soon as you call, boom the crew comes and gets it ready and has the door open and waiting for you?”
“Well, not literally here. Sometimes it’s in a hanger to keep it out of the snow. Otherwise, yep, that’s basically it.”
She hums to herself, scrunching her nose which brings my eyes to her freckled cheeks. “I just pictured you having a cool key fob or something.” She raises her hand and makes a clicking motion. “Meep, meep.” She smirks back at me. “Really, kind of takes away from the cool factor if you don’t even have a cool keychain for it.”
“I’ll see if they make Gulfstream keychains. Maybe I can find us matching ones. Also, I’m sorry about the girlfriend thing. It kind of slipped out when Stacy called to confirm who would be in the cabin.”
She shrugs and beams back at me. “Don’t apologize. I like hearing that word come out of your mouth.”
I swallow at the overwhelming warmth crawling out of myheart and up my neck. “Girlfriend? I’ll call you whatever you want, Rainbow.”
She nods, smiling back at me. “I like both of those. Have you told anyone else though?”
“Nope.”
I can’t look away from her. From the way her braids come out from under her black beanie and hang over her shoulders to her rosy freckled cheeks. Everything about her contrasts against the snow white background of the mountains in the distance. Standing here, it dawns on me that she’s the first woman I’ve really let into this part of my private life. Maybe I can do relationships if it means more moments like this with her. Maybe it’s worth the risk.
“Hey, kids,” a way too cheery voice calls from behind us, interrupting the moment.
We turn to see Sutton with his duffel bag slung over his shoulder, wearing his ever-present grin.
“Oh hey, Sutton! I didn’t realize you were coming with us,” Grace says.
He laughs, tilting his head toward me. “I’m not surprised your boss left that out.”
He steps toward her, leaning near her ear like he’s whispering, but clearly speaking loud enough for me to hear. “Here’s a little secret. He won’t admit it, but he loves me.”
She giggles and the sound goes right to my heart. Then she slaps him on the shoulder, smirking at him. “He’s pretty terrible about leaving things out. I just found out he had a jet this morning.”
