“We’re so proud!”
“We love you, Amelia!”
Yes, we’re obnoxious as hell, but I don’t think we bother anyone.
Much.
I laugh along with Shelli as she snaps pictures, putting hearts all over Amelia’s photo until the announcer says, “From Mesquite, Nevada, Sofia Castilleja.”
The announcer draws out her last name, and the crowd goes wild, but I’m stunned in place. I know I don’t have an up-close view of her, but from where I’m sitting, she is stunning as fuck. A girl hasn’t made my mouth go dry in a very long time. Robin sure as hell didn’t, but Ms. Sofia Castilleja, oh yes, it is a desert in my mouth.
She’s absolutely luscious.
She’s maybe an inch taller than Amelia, but she isn’t built like my sister or even her teammates. She’s thick. Her leotard is tight, hugging her hips and thighs. Her shoulders are big. Even covered by the sleeves of her leotard, I can see the definition of her muscles. Her breasts are on the small side, but her ass makes up for it. Her hair is dark and looks like it might be curly from the huge bun on her head with a teal and black bow tucked into it. She’s wearing bright-teal eye shadow, like Amelia, with bright-pink lips, but I’m too busy drinking in her thighs.
Who the hell is that, and why don’t I know her?
Wait.
“Hey, Mom, is that Amelia’s roommate?”
She’s clapping loudly as she nods. “Yes, Sofia. She’s such a sweetie and crazy talented. I’m excited to see her.”
“From what Am said, she is like Olympics-good.”
I look back to Shelli. “Why’s she here?”
“She got some crazy full ride. It’s like they pay her to be here. Am says she has an allowance from a private donor. Insane, right?”
“I want that, Daddy. Can I have that?” Posey asks, and he grins at her, kissing her temple.
“So what you’re saying is you want me to pay for everything and give you an allowance without saying it’s me?”
She blinks, her lips curving. “Exactly.”
“Can you do that for me too, Dad?” Owen asks.
“Me too,” Evan asks, and Quinnie holds his hand up.
“You too?” Shea asks, and Quin shakes his head.
“No, can I just live with y’all forever?”
I shake my head as they all start to argue over who is going to live with Shea and Elli for the rest of their lives. I can’t stop my eyes from drifting back to where Sofia is. She has the sexiest jawline, I swear it. Her skin is a honey color, and the teal of her leotard makes her look darker than she is. She is fucking gorgeous; Amelia wasn’t lying.
Sofia and Amelia hold hands as they stretch, both with full grins on their faces. And thankfully, I have a perfect view of Sofia’s ass. Her leotard doesn’t cover much, and while it’s good for me, I’m a little pissed to know that some other guy could be looking. Fucking sleazeballs.
Shit…am I a sleazeball?
“Dude, stop drooling,” Shelli whispers in my ear, and I wave her off.
I wipe the drool I hadn’t realized was leaving my lips, and I’m met with her laughter as I look away, chuckling to myself.
I was raised not to ogle the girls at Amelia’s meets. But let’s be honest, I did; I just made sure my mom never knew. My dad did, and though he told me to respect the girls, it was hard for a horny teen not to stare. I never dated anyone who did gymnastics with Amelia for the simple reason I didn’t want the drama of it. Amelia is best friends with everyone, and I wasn’t looking for anything serious. But that may change today. It’s funny that I didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to stories about Amelia’s roommate when she spoke of her. I didn’t even care. Girls just aren’t on my radar right now.
But that girl is on my radar.
Hell, she might be the radar.
Sitting on the edge of the bleachers, I watch as she goes to her coach, and he says something quickly. She smiles, her eyes bright as she fist-bumps him before walking to the runway of the vault. I love vault. It’s my favorite to watch, maybe because it’s intense. I’ve watched so many girls eat that vault and break bones. It’s spectacular to witness, but right now, I just want to watch Sofia murder that thing.
And by the determination in her eyes, I think I’m going to get what I want.
Saluting the judges, she lines up, going up on her toes and then back down before running like a fucking gazelle. She is quick, and when she hits that board doing some twist and flippy thing, my jaw drops.
Because she sticks it.
Like she’s been doing this in her sleep.
The crowd goes insane. Even my family is screaming for her, but I’m stunned. When she runs back, her coach says something, but I don’t think she hears him. Her eyes are on fire. I don’t know why, and I want to know. Was she not happy with that? ’Cause I thought it was amazing. Her eyes are narrowed, and her lips are pressed into a hard line.
Holy hell, she’s sexy.
Saluting once more, she takes in a deep breath, and then she’s off. Once more, she does the same thing. I don’t know what she changes, but the coaches are losing their shit.
Along with everyone else.
Even me.
When everyone else sits down, I don’t.
I don’t even watch my sister take her turn.
I’m too busy texting her.
Introduce me to your roommate, and you can come to any party you want at the house. Promise.