I throw myself off the couch and jump over mom’s feet in my mad haste to the front door. Jett’s standing there wearing black basketball shorts and flip flops with a blue lightning bolt Team Loco shirt.
He grins at me in this way that makes my whole body tingle and he opens his arms. I dive right into them. He smells like airplane, but I don’t care. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him and feel him chuckle against my lips.
“Miss me?” he says.
“You have no idea.” I gaze up into his eyes and kiss him again.
“Jett, you won’t believe what just happened,” Jace says from the living room. Hearing Jett’s dad’s voice makes me suddenly remember that both of our parents are sitting just twenty feet away and that I just performed this huge display of affection right in front of them. I step back and release Jett’s shoulders, feeling a blush slide up my cheeks.
“What’s up?” Jett says, snaking his arm around my waist. He kisses the top of my head.
Dad and Jace exchange a humorous glance. “You’ll probably want to sit down for this.”
***
It’s my third Monday waiting for Jett to get home from his race. He should be in a great mood this time because he’s won the last three races in a row, so he’s on top of the scoreboards for Team Loco. But honestly, I don’t care about any of that right now. I’m stuck at work, and it’s slow as hell, and all I want to do is be with my boyfriend.
I check the clock on the wall and wonder why time is going so impossibly sluggish. His plane landed an hour ago, so he should be here soon. I would have gone to pick him up, but my parents are so unbelievably busy with their babies and their business, so I’m working the counter more than usual. The guys are working with the staff at the two motocross tracks that got shut down. Since they always presell race fees for the series, they’re all trying to figure out a way to host both track’s races here at The Track instead of cancelling it all. I’m not exactly sure how that will work since we have our own races and clients to attend to, but luckily, that task isn’t on my shoulders. I just stand here, take the money, and answer the phones.
Normally, I’m happy when there’s no customers because I can watch Netflix on the shop’s computer, or read a book or something. But today, I would love to have a stream of riders coming in here because standing here waiting on Jett is the worst thing ever.
When a black town car pulls into The Track’s driveway, I lean over the counter, trying to see if it’s Jett. Most people arrive with dirt bikes in tow, so my chances are good. Sure enough, the door opens and my crazy hot boyfriend steps out, looking tired, but still handsome as always. He takes his suitcase from the trunk then jogs up to the building.
“Babe!” I squeal as I run into his arms. I miss him so much when he leaves on the weekends, but our reunions are always pretty wonderful.
“I missed you,” he says between kissing me. His suitcase drops to the floor and I’m lifted into the air. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me over to the front counter, setting me down on the stainless steel surface. He doesn’t let go, though. He holds onto my hips and pulls me toward him while we make out. When I’m sitting on the counter, I’m an inch or two taller than he is, so I slide my fingers through his hair and hold him close.
“I’m so glad you’re finally here,” I say, closing my eyes when he kisses my neck. He runs his tongue down my skin and I gasp.
“I’m all yours for four days,” he says, his voice low and hungry.
He pulls me off the counter, holding onto my hips like he owns me. I love it.
He presses his forehead to mine. “Let’s go to the breakroom,” he says, a sly smile spreading over his lips.
My toes tingle at the very idea of it. The breakroom has a couch and a lock on the door.
“I’m the only person working today,” I say, pouting my lips.
“Five minutes,” he whispers just before he leans in and kisses my neck again, the stubble on his chin sending chills down my flesh.
I moan at the feeling of his body pressed so close to mine and I want him so badly. But I also don’t want to upset my parents for skipping out on my job.
“Five minutes?” I say, giving him a coy grin. “That doesn’t sound too appealing for me.”
“Ten,” he says, winking at me. The desire in his eyes is so strong I can practically feel waves of heat rolling off his body. I missed him bad, and I definitely want his body on mine, somewhere private.
I can’t help but grin. “Okay.”
I take his hand and walk him down the hallway, my heart pounding quicker with every step. I reach for the door handle and then bells jingle in the distance.
It’s the sound of a customer coming in the front door.
Jett curses under his breath.
I groan.
“Hello?” Some guy says. “Anyone here?”
I turn around to Jett, who takes my face in his hands and pulls me in for a quick kiss.
“No worries,” he says, smacking me on the butt. “I’ll still want you like crazy when you get off work.”
