“Your entire life has been sloppy seconds,” I told him, laughing. “Stop acting like you’re all about the classy pussy. You’re the biggest slut I know, Mav.”
Maverick ran the palm of his hand across his freshly shaven jaw, hiding his smile. “Speaking of pussy, are you heading home this weekend to get a piece of ass? Maybe see an old flame, flash your medals and uniform, and have the girl on her knees in under a minute?”
“You’re really an asshole.”
His smile grew. “It takes one to know one.”
“Aren’t you two cute,” Wiz said, standing at the end of our table with Trigger as they stared at us.
“Fuck off,” Maverick replied, not even looking in their direction. “Get your coffee and sit your asses down. We have shit to talk about before we go into today’s bullshit.”
A second later, Wiz and Trigger were gone, heading toward the line of young sailors waiting for their morning grub.
“What’s going on?” I raised an eyebrow, not used to seeing Maverick so serious about anything except a mission. “You seem off today.”
“Lyndsey wants me to join the civilian ranks.”
I blinked, staring at him like he had two heads. “You going to listen?”
Maverick and Lyndsey had been dating on and off for years, but never did I think they were serious enough for her to tell him how to live his life.
He rubbed the back of his neck, gazing to the right as he adjusted himself in the chair. “I don’t know, man. Sometimes I know how lucky I’ve been to have lived through some of the shit we’ve been through, and I feel like I’m ready for a desk job.”
I blinked again, wondering who’d been scrambling his brain. “Listen, if you want out, get out. But for fuck’s sake, don’t do it for a woman.”
“You hate Lyndsey, don’t you?”
“No. Of course not,” I lied. The woman was an asshole, always trying to lead him around by his dick. “She’s great.”
He gave me the side-eye. “I can tell when you’re full of shit, and you’re full of shit.”
“What did we miss, ladies?” Trigger asked, sitting down next to me as Wiz sat down next to Maverick.
I threw my hand out toward my friend. “Maverick wants out.”
Trigger and Wiz sat there, stunned and silent.
“Lyndsey wants him to sit behind a desk.”
“Ain’t no pussy worth that,” Trigger said, shaking his head. “Not after all the shit we went through. She’s either with you or against you, and right now…”
Maverick put up his hand. “I know. I know.” He sighed. “Don’t say it.”
“Wiz, how’s your marriage going?” I asked, knowing full well the torment he’d been going through for the last year.
He lifted his coffee to his lips, staring at me across the table over the rim. “Shit couldn’t be better,” he grumbled, not selling his line of bullshit to anyone at the table.
I laughed first, followed by the other two.
“She’s spending the money faster than I can make it. At this rate, I’m going to have to leave the service, become a contractor, and sell my soul back to the navy to keep up with her purse and shoe addiction.”
“I’m fucking staying single forever,” Trigger stated, lifting his chin. “Never getting my balls held hostage by a chick. Too much pussy without all the complications out there to let myself be tied down or twisted up by only one.”
I rolled my eyes. “I don’t see any women falling at your feet, begging for your dick, Trig.”
“Didn’t know you were so interested in my dick, man,” he said, but my gaze drifted across the room, finding Mak walking through the crowd.
I placed my hand next to my face, hiding slightly, trying not to be too overt. Mak looked stunning in her uniform, with her hair tied back, twisted in a bun. Her neck was long and regal, cheekbones even more pronounced without her hair framing her face.
