The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,75
Macarena with everyone else though.
“Leave it to Jax.”
Knox wraps his arms around my waist, using one hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I mean it. I love you. So much. And I should’ve picked you all those years ago.”
I poke him in the chest. “You should have.”
“I’m a lucky man to have a chance at a do-over.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Yeah, you are.”
“You don’t have to say it back or anything, you know. Just in case you think I’m waiting or something.”
“Okay.”
“I mean, I don’t want to pressure you. When you’re ready, that’s when you should say it.”
I pretend to slide into the booth, but right before I get in, I turn around. “Hey, Knox?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He laughs, his hands landing on my hips and swinging me around. “I knew it.” And as he lowers me back down, he holds me tight. “I promise you, we’ll have a story for the books.”
“I think we already do.”
His lips press to mine, sealing our fate with a kiss that makes my knees weak. Good things really are worth waiting for.
Epilogue
Knox
It’s our first official date, although I’m picking her up at the bedroom we share. But it’s about time I show her what a future with Knox Whelan is really about.
I knock on our bedroom door and she opens it, wearing a skirt and tights and a short sweater that fits snuggly over her tits.
“On second thought, a night in sounds nice,” I say, stepping into the room.
She puts her hand on my chest and shakes her head. “Nope. We’re going on the date. The bed will be here when we return.”
“You should’ve dressed down.”
She quirks an eyebrow. “Um… the whole point of a date is so you have to imagine having sex with me the entire night.”
“Then we can skip the date because that’s me every day. Trust me when I say that if I’m not actually fucking you, I’m thinking about fucking you.”
She slides past me. “Aren’t you the romantic.”
I snatch her up with my arm around her waist and pull her back into me. “Look at the table.”
She turns her head to find a big box on the table. It doesn’t hold flowers and candies like I bought for the night when she-who-shall-remain-nameless ruined it all.
I kiss her on the neck. “Go open it.”
She walks over to our kitchen table and opens the box, looks back at me for a moment, then closes the box back up. “Nope.”
“Yes.”
“Nope.” She grabs her purse. “Let’s go on our date before we end up in a fight.”
“Holy shit!” Jax comes out of his room, holding a big box and sporting a black T-shirt with the lettering “Jax Inked Me and I Loved It.”
I turn toward Kamea, who raises both eyebrows and her shoulders.
“Frankie is going to kick your ass,” I say to Jax.
He laughs. “I know.”
“Hold up,” I say.
He stops before exiting the apartment.
Yes, Jax lives with us because this is us. We seem to all jive together, and it enabled me to set up the third room for Kamea’s T-shirt business. That’s my big surprise for later tonight, but if she can’t accept a box full of T-shirts, she might not accept a room with a press and printer either.
I point at Kamea. “Tell her to accept my gift. That I’m wooing her.”
Jax sets down the box and puts his hand on her shoulder. “He’s wooing you. Not trying to own you.”
“I’ve never thought own,” she says. “Saving is more what I was thinking.”
“I’m not trying to save you. I’m your boyfriend and I’m helping you. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her toward me. “You have to let me do nice things for you.”
“Not buy products for my company.” Her forehead hits my chest.
“I’m out. Gonna show Seth first.” Jax continues out the door with the box, laughing as he leaves.
“Please? I really wanted to do something nice for you.”
“Flowers and candy…”
“Aren’t us. I’m not going to write you poetry or bring home flowers every night. That’s not us. You cook for me when you’re wooing me, and I buy you stuff to make your life easier to woo you.”
Her head moves back and forth. “Ugh… Knox…” She looks up. “I’m paying for dinner tonight then.”
“No,” I say.
She opens the door and heads out into the hall. “We’re not having this argument. I’m paying if you want me to accept that present.”