“It’s a two-bedroom house,” I reminded him, slapping cheese on half the burgers.

“I’ll take the couch. I won’t eat much. I swear.”

“Do you ever not think with your dick?” Garrett asked, reaching for a beer.

“Nope,” Sawyer answered. “Why would I when it has the best ideas?”

“Man, those smell good,” Brie said as she came to stand next to Sawyer.

“They’re just about d—” My words died in my mouth.

Twenty feet ahead of us, Morgan peeled off her shirt, revealing two straps of a halter top around her back and neck, and was now sliding her shorts over her hips, exposing a cobalt-blue bikini bottom that cut straight across her hips.

“God bless the south,” Sawyer muttered.

Once her shorts hit the sand, she bent over, that incredible ass in the air as she retrieved her clothes.

“Seriously?” Brie asked, her exasperation clear at the open male ogling.

“Okay, that is a gorgeous woman,” Garrett admitted.

Apparently, we were all watching the same show.

Morgan’s arms arched above her head as she twisted her hair around her hand and somehow got it back into a bun. Fuck me, she was perfect. Lithe yet still ridiculously curved in every place my hands itched to touch.

“Jax,” Brie chided.

“I’ll be…over there,” Sawyer declared his intent, his eyes on Morgan.

He didn’t even make it a step in Morgan’s direction before my arm snapped out sideways, blocking his path. “No.”

“But…” He looked at me like I’d killed his puppy.

“No,” I repeated, making sure he understood.

“Whoa.” His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.

“What?” I snapped.

“You calling dibs?”

“Jesus Christ, are we in junior high?” Garrett asked.

“Jax.” Brie’s annoyance registered somewhere in the back of my mind.

“She’s a woman, Sawyer. Not a pre-K snack you lick and say it’s yours.” My eyes found their way back to where Morgan walked into the water, the water reaching her knees.

“Well, seems like you wanna lick her,” Sawyer teased.

I shot him a quick glare and watched Morgan sink to her hips in the Atlantic.

“I mean in a calling-dibs kind of way. Well, and the other way. Every way, really, from what I can tell by looking at you.” Smugness practically oozed out of his voice. “But, I mean, if you’re not interested…” He shrugged.

“Jax,” Brie called, her voice sharper this time.

I put my finger up, wordlessly asking her to wait a second.

“Don’t even talk about licking her,” I warned Sawyer.

“Oh shit, Montgomery is going primal.” Garrett laughed. “This is getting good.”

Sawyer shrugged. “I’m cool with it. I haven’t seen you legitimately interested in a woman since—” His eyes hit the sand, and I saw Brie tense in my peripherals.