“It’s time for…” I trail off, narrowing my eyes at him because from the way his eyes are dancing with humor…yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Jerk.
I want to kiss his face off.
“Dinner,” he finishes for me, swinging an arm around my shoulders. “Come on, Wildcat. I want you to sit by me.”
I do sit next to him. And it’s a colossal mistake.
“That okay with you, Little Red?”
“What?” I respond sharply. My dad’s voice yanks me out of a fantasy where Cam’s finger, the one that is currently drawing circles on my knee under the table, was somewhere else entirely. I surreptitiously slide my hand under the table and try to shove him away, but all he does is let out a low chuckle only I can hear and moves his leg over to hook a foot around my ankle, his thigh pressed tightly to mine.
“The game on Sunday,” Dad says, raising an eyebrow at me. “Brian got us tickets so we can see you in action.”
I shrug, picking up my orange soda and taking what I hope is a casual sip in an attempt to cool the heat currently blazing through me at Cam’s proximity and all the hidden, secret touches that are driving me out of my fucking mind. “Not much to see.”
“Of course there is,” Cam says, taking a bite of a taco and focusing on my dad. “Seeing Maddy on the sidelines is incredible. Her eyes are everywhere at once. She watches the whole field, every single play, focusing on things no one else sees. It’s amazing to watch.”
Well, shit.
I knew Cam watched me during games. I can feel it every time I’m standing on the field. But I didn’t realize hewatchedme. That knowledge sends my lust-filled brain spiraling, and never in my life have I tried so hard to keep the thoughts in my head off my face.
Those dirty, dirty thoughts are not for public consumption.
“You seem to know a lot about what Maddy does.” My mom gives me a devious grin and props her elbow on the table, chin in her hand. When she raises an eyebrow at me, I hear the words she doesn’t say.
So…him, huh?
I tilt my head slightly.I hope not.
She smirks.Liar. I like him.
I sigh.So do I.
“Uh, what’s happening right now?” Cam asks. He slides his hand around to grip the inside of my thigh, trailing his index finger along the inner seam of my leggings, and I almost jump out of my skin.
I hear my mom laugh, and I don’t have to look at her to know she knows exactly what’s going on under this table and how it’s affecting me.
“They can talk without words,” Brian says with a laugh. “It’s the weirdest fucking thing in the world.”
“They’re empaths.” Oliver shoves his tenth taco in his mouth. “They can read minds. Dad can kind of do it too since they’re old and they’ve been married for, like, a hundred years, but not the same way. Mom and Mads are creepy with it. They can have a whole conversation in their heads.”
“No shit,” Cam muses.
Mom shrugs. “I hate the word empath. We just pay attention.” She gives Oliver a pointed look. “You’re on cleanup duty for the old comment.”
Dad wraps an arm around her shoulders and tugs her closer. “I’ll be old with you any day, pretty girl. Just means I’ve gotten to spend more time with you.”
Oliver groans. “Be, like, eighty percent less gross.”
Olivia chuckles. “Do you even know your parents? They’re the most in love couple on the planet.”
“Hey now.” Brian tugs Olivia out of her chair and settles her on his lap, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We could give them a run for their money.”
I glance down at my plate because watching Liv and Brian and my parents being all in love has me feeling some kind of way.
“Empath, huh?” Cam murmurs, his hand sliding an inch up my thigh, so close to where I’m wet and aching for him that a bead of sweat slides down my back. I glance over at Brian, but he’s preoccupied with Olivia, and this whole thing feels deliciously forbidden enough to have lust and need tangling together in my belly.
