I clear my throat and lean back in my chair, “I think what he means is, normallywe’rethe ones dipping early.”
Mac points a steady finger at me, “Yes. What the fuck was that? Blondie wouldn’t even give me her phone number, for Christ’s sake. Poor J didn’t even get any pussy!” He throws his hands up for added dramatic effect.
Jax’s face falls flat as he stares at Mac and I swallow back the laugh that’s sitting in my throat as Mac continues along his preach for the morning.
“All I’m saying is, if they’re the type of girls that are secure enough to fuck and leave without even giving us their phone numbers, then they might be… fun to keep in rotation.”
I link my fingers together behind my head and give Mac a questioning look and he gives me a shrug in return. “Thought you were committed to thehit it and quit itmotto?”
“Well, Travis, I’m evolving.” He points to Jax before he continues, “And, poor Jaxson didn’t get to hit anything –”
Jax cuts Mac off mid-sentence, standing and throwing his hands in the air then yells, “Hit the back of her throat though!”
I snort, and just about everyone sitting inside Starbucks turns their attention to Jax. I shake my head and yank him back down into his chair by the back of his t-shirt.
Mac rolls his eyes at us and continues on, “Summer was chill as fuck, down for anything. I would be an idiot to let that walk away.”
I sit forward, leaning my elbows onto the table in front of me, gripping my coffee cup in my hands, “Wrap it up, Preacher Malcolm.”
Mac cracks a giant smile and leans forward to meet me, “I’m going to pursue Summer – in a strictly physical sense – and I wouldn’t mind throwing your chick into the rotation as well. Just wanted to give you a heads up that I’m not ditching them.”
My face heats, “You won’t be touching Olivia.”
Mac smiles at me, and Jax chuckles before throwing his two cents in. “Bro, Travis called dibs.”
Mac looks back and forth between me and Jax a few times, and then swallows, “Are you two thirteen years old? Who the fuck is still playing dibs.”
I shrug, turning my mouth up into a smile and Jax grunts, “It’s a respect thing.”
Mac rolls his eyes, “You two are morons.”
We sit and sip our coffee in silence for a minute, all of us probably thinking the same thing. We need to keep Olivia and Summer around.
I don’t know what it is, I spent the rest of the night after Olivia left last night wanting to rip my hair out of my head one by one.
She got under my skin, with that tight ass and snarky little attitude. I don’t think a girl has ever given it back to me before, they just always kiss my ass and tell me exactly what I want to hear. The fact that she dipped last night before we even fucked annoyed me to no goddamn end, but it also just made me want her even more.
It’ll be over my dead body that one of them fucking touches her. I laid my claim over her before I even spoke a word to her in that restaurant.
“Alright, I’ll make some calls and find them.” Mac declares, then we all down the rest of our coffees in silence, head outside and start walking to the gym, which is only a block away. I pop my AirPods in and hit shuffle on my playlist, letting the music drown out the noise from the busy street.
* * *
An hour and a half later,I’m wiping the sweat off of my forehead and heading for the front doors of the gym when Mac claps me on the back, falling into step behind me.
We push out into the warm midmorning air and I pop a cigarette in my mouth and lean up against the building, then offer him one.
“You don’t think it’ll be a problem that you and Jax have to share Summer?” I cock an eyebrow at him, lighting my cigarette and blowing out a cloud of smoke.
“Nah, you know Jax and I have no problem sharing.” He gives me a shrug and takes a drag off his cigarette.
We stand in silence as we finish our cigarettes and wait for Jax to finish up inside. He’s not wrong, this wouldn’t be the first time they’ve shared a girl, and clearly, she’s down for it.
Jax walks out of the gym doors, we say goodbye to Mac and then we head for my Rover back at Starbucks.
Time to pay Olivia a visit.
Chapter Eleven