Page 98 of Under 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.