Morgan is fidgeting beside me as we walk into Sonny’s, the best waffle and pancake house in Chicago, to meet Coop and Dom.

I know she’s nervous. But I have no clue why.

She already knows them both, and she used to work with Dom at Starbucks.

If anyone should be worried, it’s me. I know they’re both gonna give me shit for bringing a girl to brunch, meaning they’ll pull out all the old stories to make me look like a prick in front of Morgan. And that’s not them being jerks. It’s just a guy thing. I’d do exactly the same thing to them if one of them turned up with a chick in tow.

I squeeze Morgan’s hand that I’m holding, and she looks up at me.

“Relax, babe. It’s just brunch with the boys.”

She blows out a breath. “I know. You’re right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Because you’re adorable.” I smile at her before bringing my mouth down to her ear. “Look, we’ll stay an hour, max, and then we’ll go back to my apartment. Where I’ll strip off your clothes and put you in my shower. I want to try out the massage setting on you. I’m interested to see how long it’ll take you to come if I use it on your pussy.”

I chuckle darkly at the sharp breath she inhales. I press a soft kiss to her neck before moving away. But I daren’t meet her eyes because I know what will be in them, and I know that it’ll have me hard in seconds.

I lead us over to our usual table. Coop and Dom are already here. Coop grins at me. Then, his eyes land on Morgan, and they widen a touch. I know that look on him, and I know exactly what he’s thinking.

I feel a surge of possessiveness over Morgan. Something I’ve never felt around a woman before. Previously, I would never have cared if Coop had thought a chick I was nailing was hot. Hell, I would’ve stepped aside for him if he’d asked me.

But not for Morgan.

She’s mine.

“Assholes,” I greet them with a cocky grin. “You remember Morgan.”

“Sure I do.” Dom gets to his feet and leans over to kiss her cheek.

And I want to punch him.

Jesus, I’ve got it bad.

“You look great, Morgan,” Dom says to her.

“Yeah, you really do.” Coop stands and kisses her cheek. As he pulls back, the fucker meets my eyes and grins.

He definitely thinks she’s hot, and he’s going to flirt like fuck with her.

Not because he’s an asshole—well, he is an asshole—but this is his way of winding me up. Payback for missing out on boys’ night.

Us guys are total jerks at times.

But I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same to him ’cause I totally would.

“You’ve gone from pretty college chick to hot-as-fuck businesswoman.”

Jesus, Coop. You’re laying it on a bit thick.

“What the hell are you doing with this asshole?” He thumbs in my direction.

I resist flipping him off. Then, I notice that Morgan’s blushing. And that, I definitely don’t like.

Possessiveness swoops in again like a bitch, and I sling my arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer to me.

Coop smirks, and I narrow my eyes on him.

“You’re right; she is too good for me. But, luckily for me, she sees something in me and wants to be with me anyway.”

Shit, did that sound a bit pussified?

But, the instant Morgan glances up at me, my worry disappears. The softness in her eyes does something weird to my chest.

“I don’t just see something in you, Cross. I see a lot in you.” She smiles at me, and that weird feeling in my chest intensifies.

“Jesus. Knock it off with the lovefest, will ya? Or I’m gonna hurl, and I haven’t even had my food yet.”

This time, I do flip Coop off.

I pull out a chair for Morgan and then take the one beside her.

I rest my arm over the back of it and stroke the bare skin on her arm with my fingers because I have to touch her.

“You guys order yet?” I ask them.

“Nah, we were waiting for you,” Dom answers.

“What do you want, babe?” I ask Morgan. I already know what I’m having.

She picks up the menu and quickly glances over it.

“I’ll have the Healthy Waffles and a coffee.”

“Is there such a thing as Healthy Waffles?” Dom chuckles.

“Probably not.” Morgan laughs. “But it definitely makes me feel better about having waffles twice in two days.”

“Get used to it,” Coops says to her. “One-third of Wild’s diet is waffles.”

“And what are the other two-thirds?” she asks him, smiling.

“Coffee and sex, of course.” He grins, and she blushes.

But he’s not wrong.

Our waitress comes over, and we all order. I, of course, order my usual—Chicago’s Best, which is basically waffles with everything.

The waitress has just brought our coffees over when Coop leans forward, elbows on the table, and puts all his focus on Morgan. “So, Morgan, tell us about what you’ve been up to since college.”

She chuckles. “That’s a whole lot of years’ worth of stuff to tell you.”

“I’ve got the time. In fact, I have all the time in the world for you.”

I scowl at him. “That’s because you’re a lazy fuck who doesn’t work like the rest of us.”

Coop grins at me and sits back in his chair. “True. But maybe I should work because, if all women in business look like Morgan, then work is definitely a place I want to be.”

“They don’t all look like Morgan. Believe me,” Dom imparts, chuckling. “You’ve met Sonja, my relationship specialist,” he says to Coop, whose face screws up at the mention of her.

“Ugh, fuck yeah.” Coop shudders. “That chick has warts on warts. How the fuck is she a specialist on relationships? I bet the only relationship she’s ever had is with Pornhub and her vibrator.”

“Jesus, dude.” I throw a rolled up napkin at him. “Woman at the table.” My woman, to be exact.

“Don’t worry about me,” Morgan says. “I’ve heard worse.”

I want to ask from where, but then she looks at Coop and says, “And don’t knock the education that Pornhub and a vibrator can give a girl. I can tell you from experience that I’ve learned some of my best relationship moves from Pornhub and BOB.” She winks, and my mouth drops open.

Coop hoots out a laugh. Dom nearly chokes on his coffee.

I’m staring at Morgan like I’m seeing her for the first time.

I know she’s open in bed, and I also, unfortunately, know that she’s had a threesome with two other dudes. But she’s only open when she’s turned on. When she’s not and the subject of sex comes up, she goes shy. So, to hear her say something so fucking open and sexual and, quite frankly, hot as fuck in front of Coop and Dom, it shocks the hell out of me. And it also makes me a lot hard.

I’m quickly working out if I can get away with dragging her to the restroom for a quickie when Coop bangs his hand on the table, still laughing.

“Fucking hell, Wild!” He chortles. “You’ve got your hands full with this one.”

I stare over at her. Her eyes are glittering with humor, and I smile big.

“I know,” I say. Then, I wrap my arm around her neck and pull her close to me, planting a kiss on her forehead.

And I don’t mind one fucking bit. Because I want all of me to be full of her. My hands. My head. And my heart.