Page 167 of Drop Three

Breathingthrough the frustration of seeing Briggs with his hands all over my woman, I enter the kitchen, only to be met by everyone I care about most.

Fuck.

Is this for me?I didn’t think anyone remembered.

“Happy Birthday!” a large mass of bodies cheer together, and my mouth hangs open in shock.

Not only do I see every player on the Strikers team, but I see their partners, my sister, Gwendolyn, and my dad. There’s no way I could possibly hide the smile on my face.

The care behind this planning is monumental.

Now that I think about it, I haven’t celebrated my birthday since my mom was around. Celebratedlike this, I mean. Cal and I usually go to Joe’s Tavern and shoot the shit, but that’s it.

Never this. Never a party where people show up for me.

I thought this was a team party, but the whole house is covered head to toe in streamers, balloons, and fuck…is that cereal?

Cereal.

Only one woman knows and understands my love for cereal, and it’s because she shares the same love.

I turn to look behind me and my eyes lock on the most hypnotizing emerald greens I’ve ever seen.

“Happy birthday, catcher,” she tells me with a wink, her expression telling me I’m not completely off the hook for my behavior.

A wink.Navy Willow Hayes just winked at me, and I think I fell in love all over again. Cheesy as shit, but I’m a whipped man when it comes to her.

She did this for me, and I acted like a lunatic, practically pissing on her and marking my territory.

I throw back my head at her, signaling for her to come here.

Her eyes frantically search the room, almost like she’s looking for someone to save her, and it’s cute as shit.

I told her I was coming for her, and I meant it.

This is only the start.

Navy sidles up beside me, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her in close and placing a chaste kiss on her head. “Thank you,” I whisper so only she can hear.

She looks up at me and smiles. “You deserve it.”

I grin, and I’m confident I’ve never sported one brighter. Fucking hell, I’m happy.

Before anyone can say anything further, King yells, “Let’s party! Steaks are on the grill, B. Grab yourself a beer to hold and get your ass in the pool!”

I chuckle and squeeze my girl a little tighter. “Let’s do it.”

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The house is packed.

There’s got to be close to fifty bodies in the pool and another thirty or so littered throughout the house and pool deck.

This is incredible, and I can’t believe Navy planned all this for me.

With the help of King, he couldn’t help but mention.

Speaking of Navy…where is she anyway? I have yet to decidehowI’ll come for her, but I know for a fact it has both of us coming with my dick buried to the hilt inside her tight little pussy.

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