Page 97 of Under Her

Coop: You’re surprised? This is me and Dom you’re talking about.

Me: True.

Dom: So…

Me: You owe the man ten grand.

Dom: For fuck’s sake. I’ll pay you tonight, Coop.

Coop: ☺ See you tomorrow, Wild. And tell Morgan I said hi. Oh, wait, don’t bother. I’ll just tell her myself at brunch tomorrow.

I reply with the middle finger emoji and shut off my phone.

The smell of waffles wafts under my nose, and I glance up to see Morgan walking toward me, two plates of waffles in her hands.

I give her a guilty look. “Shit. Sorry, babe. I didn’t exactly help.”

“It’s okay.” She hands me my plate and heads for the kitchen door. “You can just pay me back later in orgasms.”

See? Didn’t I tell you she was frigging perfect?

My gorgeous waffle girl.

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.