The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,58
and squirms and my dick grows hard. “I do.”
As though I have no control, my lips find hers and I kiss her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She moans, and one leg wraps around my leg, allowing me to grind into her.
“Knox!” my mom yells.
I scramble off Kamea as though I’m in high school and my parents just got home. I wipe my mouth as Kamea laughs, getting up from the bed to pretend she’s looking at trophies. I fix my pants so my hard-on isn’t on display for my mom.
Mom comes to the doorway. “You didn’t order Chinese food, did you?”
I nod. “I did.”
She smiles in appreciation, then she looks to where Kamea is. “Has Knox told you what a great football player he was?”
Kamea listens to my mom brag about me and my accomplishments. Every once in a while, Kamea’s gaze shoots to me and she looks as though she wishes she could pounce on me. I wish the same thing. But mostly she listens to my mom, asking questions and giving her the respect she deserves just for being my mom. My mom keeps touching Kamea’s arm, and Kamea never steps away. She laughs with my mom and my heart feels as if it’s growing as I watch the two of them together.
Maybe she is the one after all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kamea
It’s the night before Thanksgiving and everyone has decided to head to the bar. Knox got the holiday off, so instead of being home this weekend, he’s off tonight and tomorrow. But since Jax and Dylan have to work, the girls decided we’d go to the bar first and the guys could catch up.
We Uber down to the riverfront of Cliffton Heights, where a lot of the clubs and bars are located.
When we exit the two cars, Sierra’s arm swings through mine. “I really like you. You’re perfect for him and you fit in perfectly with us.”
I chuckle. “Thank you.”
She has no idea how much her words mean to me. Ever since leaving North Carolina, I haven’t had friends I could depend on. It’s crazy to feel that these women have my back after only a few weeks, but Rian allowed me to move in when it’s clear Dylan isn’t happy about it, and Sierra let me borrow her dress, Blanca did my makeup. And Evan is always asking me how my day was. Finally, after all this time, I feel as though I fit somewhere. I’m aware that has a lot to do with Knox though. And if Knox and I go south, all this might disappear too.
We walk into the bar. The music is on, but it isn’t pounding bass. Blanca says something to the bartender and he nods, pointing toward a table in the corner that’s big enough for all of us. She waves us over and we all get seated, taking off our coats and hanging our purses off the back of the chairs. The waitress appears immediately and we all order our drinks.
“So spill it,” Blanca says to me.
“Spill what?” I ask.
“You and Knox. You’re officially together?”
I nod, feeling heat rush to my cheeks. I’m not sure why I’m embarrassed. Being with him is the best feeling in the world. He’s so open with his thoughts and feelings, I have no idea how Leilani didn’t fall head over heels for him. Then again, he definitely has a sense of commitment that most likely scared her.
“Yay!” Blanca claps. “We should order champagne.”
“I heard you really nailed it by moving in with Rian.” Sierra elbows me. “Totally something I would’ve done. When you know, you know, right?”
I nod, although I don’t think I’m nearly the hard-ass Sierra is. With her perfect style and confidence, she still intimidates me a little.
“What’s everyone doing for Thanksgiving?” I ask to get the heat off of me. I’m afraid I could jinx us if I talk too much about Knox and me.
“We’re going to my dad’s, but then we’re heading to the shelter to see Knox as Santa.” Sierra sips her drink.
“My parents’ house with my brothers and their wives, but we’re catching a ride with Sierra and Adrian over to the shelter too,” Blanca says.
“We’re at Seth’s parents and we’re hoping to get over to Rian’s for dessert, then the shelter,” Evan says.
“You’re stuck with us the entire day,” Rian says to me.
“I’m sure Dylan isn’t too happy about that,” I say.
Sierra’s head whips toward Rian. “What am I missing?”