Page 24 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Mills

For days after that night in Reagan’s room I thought about telling her Melanie was full of shit.

I didn’t, though, because Reagan believing we were taken was one more barrier between us.

If she didn’t give us those pouty lips and bedroom eyes, we were less likely to snap and fuck her senseless.

No matter how much we wanted to fuck her senseless, we couldn’t.

It would blow shit up and she’d leave with Lucky.

I’d suffer blue balls if it meant we got to keep our son under our own roof.

It wasn’t easy, though. The way she pranced around the ranch without a bra and so comfortably breastfed Lucky in front of us killed me.

Those little flashes of breast were all it took to have me rock hard and in pain.

I felt like a creep but it was involuntary.

If she knew the thoughts filling my brain when she fed our son, she’d probably never feed him in front of me again.

I considered telling West and Tate the lie I’d let Reagan believe but I knew my brothers well enough to know that if they saw a pathway to getting back between Reagan’s thighs, they’d take it. They would’ve loved to correct Melanie’s bullshit and announce their eligibility.

That’s what was occupying my thoughts until Jolene asked Reagan to help her with a cow on Mason’s advice, and I ended up carrying Lucky while watching Reagan work with Jolene.

I leaned against the fence and watched as Reagan scanned the cow and then jumped into action.

The heifer was going into labor and Jolene knew I’d do anything and everything else on the ranch but the births pushed my gag reflex.

I’d never been able to handle them. Until it was Reagan shoving her arm in places the sun didn’t shine.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she moved fluidly around Jolene like they’d been working together for decades.

West and Tate joined me at the fence and we all watched as Reagan stepped away from the cow and sent us a quick look before talking to Jolene and then coming our way. Her face was pinched and she looked concerned.

“You need to call your vet. The calf is presenting posteriorly. She’s been in labor for two hours and hasn’t progressed.

Jolene agrees.” She clenched her hands together and chewed on her bottom lip.

“I’ve assisted a few dozen calvings but I’ve never had to pull without a vet present.

I don’t want to start today so get them here as fast as possible. ”

I had a few dozen questions about her experience but they’d wait.

“I’ll call but the fastest he’ll get here is an hour.”

Jolene came over and shook her head.

“We need to do this now. She’s showing signs of distress. Call the vet but you’re about to prove you’re worth, girl. Come on.”

Tate jumped the fence and gripped Reagan’s shoulder.

“Can you do this?”

Taking a deep breath, Reagan looked back at the cow and then nodded.

“We need supplies and help if we’re doing this. We need to secure her. We need to wash and then we need lots of lubrication.”

Jolene glanced towards the barn and swore.

“We don’t have lube. I meant to order some to keep on hand but we’ve been shorthanded and—”

“I have some.” Reagan was already climbing the fence. “I’ll grab it and be right back. Get her tied to the fence.”

West and Tate jumped into action securing the heifer while Jolene ran to the barn to wash her hands and arms. I stood there, holding our son, silently panicking after calling the vet, because the idea of Reagan standing behind a restless cow in pain scared the shit out of me.

Accidents happened on ranches all the time. Anything could happen.

Before I had a chance to call the whole thing off Reagan was back with her arms full of the lube she’d brought home in the basket.

She practically vaulted over the fence and tossed a jar of the stuff to Jolene before opening one herself and coating her arms in it.

She used two more to coat the cow’s vaginal cavity and then she was there, pulling a calf like it was nothing.

She worked quietly, talking calmly and gently so she didn’t spook the heifer. “Alright, we’re making some progress, girl. Just keep pushing with me. She’s having contractions every other minute and I’m going to use this next one to pull with more force. Get ready to catch.”

My jaw dropped as I watched her pull the calf out a couple of minutes later. Jolene caught it before it hit the ground and then Reagan quickly moved around to untie the heifer so she could turn around and see to her calf.

“The vet can help make sure she delivers the placenta since it probably won’t come for another hour or so.” Reagan let out a watery laugh and then sniffed. “I’m not crying.”

West picked her up and set her down on top of the fence. “You’re amazing. You made that look easy.”

Tate pushed West out of the way so he could stand between Reagan’s thighs and hug her, birthing mess and all.

“I never knew birthing a calf could be sexy until now.”

Reagan glanced over at me and our gazes locked. There was my chance. Tell her Melanie was a liar and take her back to the house to fuck away the adrenaline I was sure was coursing through her body. I frowned and looked away.

I heard Tate grunt and didn’t need to look back at them to know she’d pushed him away. The sound of her feet eating up the dirt as she high tailed it back to the house made it clear.

“Jesus.” Tate groaned. “She’s going to be the death of me.”

Jolene spoke from behind him.

“I’ll be the death of you if you run that woman off. I like her.”

That was the problem, I knew. Everyone liked her. Adding Jolene to the list of people who liked Reagan just topped the cake, though, because Jolene was hard to win over. Since she’d arrived in Devil’s Den, Reagan had been invited out with our family more times than we had.

And that was another reason to keep our dicks in our pants.

Messing with her just spelled trouble. None of us were serious about settling down with a woman, so fucking her would be just that, fucking.

If she got her feelings hurt and cried to half the town about it, life would just be harder.

Plus, it wasn’t like we were going to start some weird ass relationship with her, where we all three dated her.

We didn’t do that. She’d have to pick one of us and that spelled out a whole other load of shit.

We just had to stay away from her. With our dicks, anyway.