BEAUTIFUL MESS [Book 2] | MIKHAIAH

7

"We expecting company?"

Amaia swore and sat up so quickly, I was knocked sideways into an ungainly pile on the floor. I think I got carpet burn on my ass.

"Get dressed. Now."

"Geez, where's the fire?"

She tugged up her pants and glared at me. "At the front door. Get dressed." She strode out of the bedroom, presumably to answer the door, and I shrugged to myself. I couldn't see the need in haste, and with every confidence that whoever was outside was unlikely to make a beeline for the bedroom, I took my time getting off the floor. Besides, I'd just had multiple orgasms, I wasn't up for sprinting. The sound of loud, excited voices made me pause. Who the...?

"Mika?"

"Sam? Shit!" Haste turned out to be compulsory, and in my hurry to yank my jeans in place, I forgot to pull my underwear up at the same time, thereby making my jeans impossible to pull all the way up and I managed to strand my backside for all to see. I fell over, adding to the carpet burn on my backside.

"Mika?" He was staring at me and my exposed bits with shock.

"It wasn't me!"

"Oh, I bet the hell it was," Steph was at the door winking at me.

Amaia made a noise of disgust and shook her head while pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Mikaila, you really should cover up," Sam said.

"Jesus," I muttered and combat-rolled behind the bed to preserve my modesty. "Do you all mind?" I snapped at the crowd at the door. Behind my astonished friend was Amaia and Steph going bright red with the exertion required to not laugh. I laid down on the floor, readjusted my panties, and put my jeans in the appropriate place. I allowed myself a moment to die of embarrassment. I peered over the bedspread. "What are you all doing here?"

"Taking you to the airport, of course," Steph supplied, pushing past a shell-shocked Sam and holding out a hand to help me up. "And interrupting some one-on-one time by the looks of it."

I ignored her jibe, along with Sam's silence, and asked about the essential facts. "Airport?"

"Surprise," Amaia said, holding out her hands and shaking them in a weird half-hearted celebration. She gave Sam a quick glance. His utter stillness must have perturbed her, too.

"Surprise?" I shook my head. Had I hit it when Amaia dislodged me? A ran a hand over it and found no bumps or tender bits.

"She doesn't know?" Steph asked Amaia.

"I hadn't gotten around to it."

"Know what? What's going on?" I asked.

Steph scoffed. "Well, that's just marvelous. Where are the bags?"

"In the spare room."

"Sam," Steph said, clicking her fingers in front of his face. "Hello? Bags." The shocked man went to fetch the mysterious luggage. "We'll meet you downstairs in five," Steph said to him.

"What's happening?" I asked. Amaia fidgeted a little. Something that was very unlike her. "Amaia, you're kinda freaking me out."

"I..." She took a deep breath. "I did something that I rather hope you like." She stepped across the space separating us and said, "I've missed you, too."

"What?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "I've been talking to your mom, and between us, we decided that Christmas is a time for family." She looked down and clasped her hands.