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It’s her untamed curls that make me crazy. Such an erotic thought for this early in the morning, but I can’t help it. All I see is Navy writhing underneath me as I bury my cock inside her, my hand tangling in her hair as she meets me thrust for thrust.

Fuckkkk.I have no chance of getting over her if she continues to walk out looking like an all-you-can-eat buffet featuring my favorite meal—a.k.a. her.

“You sleep out here, St. James?” Mack asks me, cutting off my thoughts. I must have been zoning out.

I nod. “Yeah, passed out early.”

He nods in response while Navy idles beside me in the kitchen, drinking her coffee. “God, I love coffee,” Navy says.

My head shoots up.

“Just the way you like it, Navy girl,” King responds—I’m sorry—lies.

My eyes dart to his, finding them already on me. He sends me a menacing smile and I make note to ask him about it later.

We drink our coffee in silence, the elephant in the room taking up most of the space.

I need to know how her date went.

“How was your date with Briggsby?” Gus asks.

Thank you, my friend.

Navy sets her coffee on the kitchen counter, busying herself with making her breakfast. I bet she’ll pop a bagel in the toaster and settle on a key lime yogurt.

Her favorite.

“It went great,” Navy mutters with excitement and my insides deconstruct. “We didn’t even see a movie. We sat and talked for hours at the restaurant.”

No. No. This is not good. They were so wrapped up in conversation with each other that they forgot about the movie. Fucking hell. I knew it.

“Sounds like you both clicked. That’s good,” King comments.

Don’t encourage it, Kingston.

“A promising relationship,” Gus says.

Fuck you, August Graves.

“Yeah, we did. He’s a great guy,” Navy says.

Briggsisa really good dude, of course she would have a good time with him. Why couldn’t she go out with our team rookie, Jethro, hate every second of it, and end up back in the dating pool?

I’m acting sour. I want Navy to genuinely find happiness—but only with me.

“I did come home to Bodhi asleep like the dead on the couch,” she tells the guys.

Gus chimes in, “That sounds about right. He woke up looking freshly fucked.” He chuckles.

Bastards.They know I haven’t fucked anyone in longer than I’m proud of.

Navy giggles and I lift my head, signaling to her that we both know that’s not what happened.

“You caught me.” I’m being as dry as I can, ready for this conversation to be over.

“Briggs is a good dude, Navs. You can’t get much better than him,” King tells her.

Who asked him anyway?

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