Page 28 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

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Reagan was passed out in the tiny twin size bed with her arms and legs splayed out in every direction.

There were a lot of things we needed to update in the house but I was going to make sure her bed was one of the first ones.

I wanted to crawl into that bed with her but there was no way I was fitting in her tiny ass bed.

She didn’t so much snore as hum in her sleep. It was cute.

I rubbed my face and scowled at myself. I didn’t typically refer to things as cute.

Yet…She was cute. She was also sexy, infuriating, funny, gorgeous, and so many other things.

Like smart and talented. Her work with the pregnant heifer had impressed the hell out of me.

She was a hell of a woman and I was still feeling blissed out of my mind she’d let me touch her.

I heard a door shut downstairs and knew it was time to face my brother. Pushing away from the wall, I walked over to Lucky’s bassinet and made sure he was sleeping before I grabbed his monitor and headed downstairs.

Mills and Tate were already standing at the kitchen island with a bottle of whiskey between them. Tate looked worn out and Mills looked like he was ready to hit someone. Lucky for him, I was ready for a fight, too.

Tate looked at me and groaned.

“What now?”

I kept my eyes on Mills.

“Do you want to hear an interesting story? Apparently, Melanie Boyd showed her ass to Reagan and told her we’re all her boyfriends and we’ve been fucking her together and all this other shit.”

Tate’s face shifted into a dark scowl.

“What the fuck? I haven’t been with Melanie in over a year.”

“Same.” Still, I kept my gaze on Mills. “Reagan was convinced we were taken men. She couldn’t understand why I was getting pissy when I found Ryan trying to pick her up on the side of the road tonight. She said it was pretty hypocritical of me to get jealous when I was already taken.”

Tate picked up on the tension between me and his twin.

“What’s going on?”

“Yes, Mills, what’s going on?” I grabbed his glass from him and drained it. “Why the fuck would you let Reagan believe that we’re involved with Melanie?”

“What?” Tate shifted from foot to foot. “Did you, Mills?”

Mills yanked off his cowboy hat and threw it on the counter. His hair was a matted down mess underneath.

“Yeah, I fucking did. She made an assumption and I didn’t bother correcting her.”

“She didn’t make an assumption. She was told explicitly that the three of us are taken.” I wanted to hit him. “Why wouldn’t you correct her?”

“Why would I? It’s not like shit can happen with her. It’s easier if she thinks we’re with someone else.” He swung open the fridge and grabbed a beer. “Jesus. You think I—”

Whatever he was going to say was cut short by Lucky’s piercing scream. It was so loud and alarming that the three of us charged towards the stairs right away. We raced up to Reagan’s room and burst in, ready to save the day. Reagan was already up, grabbing Lucky, though.

She looked up, alarmed that the three of us had just charged into her room.

“All three of you this time?”

I resisted the urge to pull her into my chest and just watched as she lifted her tank top and let Lucky feed. I was only slightly ashamed of the way my dick hardened at the sight.

“He’s in a mood.”

It was true. Lucky was still screaming his little head off. His little fists were angrily pushing at his mom while his face turned bright red. Reagan took a deep breath and pressed her hand to his forehead. She frowned and gently bounced the little guy.

“He feels a little warm.”

Mills shifted closer. “Does he need the doctor?”

She let out a shaky laugh and shook her head.

“No. He’s okay. If he stays like this, I’ll take him to the clinic in the morning.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Tate was just as worried as his twin.

“I think he’s going to cut his first tooth soon.

He’s been a little fussier lately and he’s starting to try to shove everything and anything into his mouth.

” Reagan sank into the rocker and shifted Lucky to her other breast. In all the movement, I saw one of the marks I’d left behind.

If Tate or Mills saw it, they didn’t say anything.

“I’m not looking forward to it. I still have nightmares about one of the kids in one of the foster families I was placed with teething.

She was a sweet baby until she started teething and then it was like I shared a space with the devil. ”

“Lucky’s cranky as it is. How much crankier can he get?” I moved closer to her and smiled when I saw her eyes move over my body. It did a lot for my ego to see her checking me out but I did my best to contain it.

Tate settled on the floor on her other side and stretched his legs out in front of him.

“Was Mason in the system with you?”

She let out a relieved breath when Lucky latched on and went quiet as he fed. Then it looked like she replayed Tate’s question in her head and I watched her shoulders sink with what looked like the weight of the world.

“No.”

Mills sat on the floor in front of the bed and I made a point of sitting closer to her, close enough to gently lean against her leg. I rested my hand next to her foot and let my fingers lightly brush over her smooth skin every so often.

“Um… No. Mason stayed with his parents until they died. We had the same mom. She had me and things were bad enough that she lost custody. Instead of fixing her shit to get me back she just started again with a new man and baby. Of course, nothing was all that better but they got away with it the second time around for some reason. Mason never got put in the system. When I found out about him, I did what I could and then I took him in as soon as I was able.”

Mills’ frown was even darker than usual.

“Your mom just let you stay in the system. What a piece of shit.”

Surprisingly that brought a smile to Reagan’s face.

“Yeah, she was. She wasn’t even the worst, though. I went through a few homes that made my shitty mom look like a dream. Even still, I was lucky compared to what some kids deal with.”

We were quiet for a moment and I wondered if my brothers were thinking about the same thing I was.

It wasn’t hard to imagine Reagan as a little girl with her big eyes.

She would’ve been fucking adorable. The idea of anyone hurting that little girl made me want to break shit.

Then my brain naturally went to the same place it’d been going more and more often.

My own sisters had gone through hell with our mother.

Right under our noses and we’d never noticed…

With disgust, I wondered if we would’ve let Reagan suffer, too.

Would we have missed the signs the same way we had with our sisters?

It scared me to think about how bad things would’ve had to get in order to get our attention.

Mills sighed.

“Our parents were great to us when we were growing up. I always thought we grew up like a fucking sitcom. I assumed the same would be true for our sisters but it wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t?” Reagan looked at the three of us and frowned. “It wasn’t.”