Page 33 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Reagan

My knees were going to buckle. Tate and West rubbed sunscreen lotion into my legs in long, firm strokes that made my head spin.

I’d forgotten all about the sun or about taking a walk.

I just wanted them to keep touching me. Having two giant men squatting on either side of you so they could rub your legs… It was an experience.

I was so worked up that when they both stood up to start on my shoulders, I leaned back into Tate and groaned.

“Forget the walk. Just stand here and rub me for another hour or so.”

Resting his chin on my shoulder, Tate rubbed his hands up my arms.

“I think I could manage that.”

West gripped my hips and smiled.

“No, come on. We should definitely take the walk and get some sun. Right?”

I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’re being a turd, aren’t you?”

He shifted closer so I was pinned between the two of them.

“I’ve missed touching you.”

“You’ve been touching me all week.”

“It’s not the same.” Lowering his mouth to mine, he kissed me softly. “You scared the shit out of us, Reagan. Things are different now. The idea of something happening to you woke us all up a bit. But we’re still trying to give you space and time to catch up to us.”

Tate let out a quiet laugh.

“We’ve been giving you time to heal. If you want us to stand here and rub you, though, that’s a pretty good indicator you’re feeling better, isn’t it?”

I gasped at the feeling of his lips on my neck.

“I feel better. I feel a lot better.”

He intertwined our fingers and continued torturing me with his mouth on my neck.

West trailed his hands up my stomach and grazed my chest on his way to cupping my cheeks and kissing me again.

I could feel them both harden on either side of me and I rocked my hips back and forth to rub against them both.

Tate’s lips grew firmer and his teeth joined in, leaving stinging bites he soothed with his tongue. Each sting sent a bolt of arousal to my core and I couldn’t help the moans I let out.

My mind was a mess of questions but my body wasn’t making room for asking them. My mouth was too eager to continue on kissing West. Even more so when he trailed his hands back down my stomach and into the top of my shorts.

“Oh, god…” I moaned as West’s fingers stroked me over my panties. “I need—”

“Oh, good gracious!”

A sharp feminine cry made me jerk hard enough that I headbutted Tate and nearly broke West’s fingers as I ripped them out of my shorts. I swung around to see who’d snuck up on us and winced when I saw it was Samantha Drury, the church lady who wanted to change the town’s name.

“What in god’s name is going on here?” The woman should’ve been melting in the summer heat, wearing what had to be ten pounds of powder blue ruffles. “Is this the kind of debauchery that goes with the Hellstone name?”

Tate was holding his nose and blinking rapidly as his eyes watered from the pain.

“Debauchery, lady? You busted up the party before things could really get going. What do you want?”

“I came to talk to your brother about signing my petition. Where is he? I don’t have anything else to say to the three of you sinners.” Samantha stuck her nose up and looked anywhere but at us.

“What petition?” West clenched and unclenched his fist while scowling at her. Then he looked at me, looked down at my crotch, and raised his eyebrows. “I’d like a massage for my poor fingers later, using the muscles that nearly broke them.”

I swatted his arm and ignored his last statement.

“She’s trying to change the town’s name. Apparently spending a ton of money on new signage, new uniforms for the school sports, and whatever else would surely pop up is worth it if it means the town looks more holy. Or something like that.”

That won me the focus of Samantha’s ire. She sent a severe glare at me and shook her finger.

“I should’ve known. When you acted so rude over the name change, I should’ve known you were another one of the… women …around here who live in sin and carry out the devil’s work.”

I just smiled.

“Do you hear yourself? And I wasn’t rude. I simply pointed out the flaws in your plan. Fiscally, it doesn’t make any sense to change the town’s name. It’s also just silly. It’s a name. It doesn’t matter.”

“Of course, you would think that.” She looked me over from head to toe and clearly found me lacking.

“I don’t know what I was thinking coming here.

It’s this awful family the town was named after and it’s this awful family that’s been bringing these torrid affairs to town.

One woman and multiple men… It’s wrong. It’s ungodly. It’s… It’s just plain disgusting!”

My mouth got the better of me. My feelings were being stomped on but I wasn’t a fan of showing that while they were still actively being stomped on.

“It’s clearly something you’ve never tried.

And I don’t know what torrid affairs you’re talking about.

The relationships in town with one woman and multiple men are all seriously committed marriages and relationships with children.

And I don’t appreciate you talking about my friends and then using the word disgusting.

What if I said the idea of you in bed was disgusting to me? It’s just fucking rude, isn’t it?”

“Committed relationships? That’s a joke! You’re just telling yourself that so you feel better about using your body in this awful way. You’re just getting used up by men who’d rather share one body than go out and do the work to each find a good woman of their own.”

The screen door behind us slammed and Mills came out like a bull seeing red. He had Lucky in his arms with a bottle and the sight almost melted me right there on the porch. He moved in front of me and raised his voice.

“I suggest you get back in your car and get the fuck off of my ranch before I call the Sheriff and have you hauled off for trespassing and harassment.”

“Harassment? I’m not harassing anyone. I’m just trying to make a difference in this town while there’s still hope!”

“Your petition is dead, lady. Go home and make your own family miserable. You’re not welcome here.

” Mills looked back at me and then swung back around to Samantha.

“Talk about my sisters or my family again in that way and I’ll show you what a devil a Hellstone man can be. Now get off my fucking property.”

We all stood there in silence until her car was gone.

Unable to stay silent a second more, I gently rested my hand on Mills’ back and took in a deep breath.

“Thank you.”

He cleared his throat and went down the rest of the steps off the porch.

“Yeah. I’ll keep Lucky in my office so y’all can finish what you started.”

My chest was heavy as I jogged after him.

“Mills, stop!”

He stopped but didn’t turn around to face me.

“Would you rather I not have Lucky?”

I walked around him so he’d have to face me but the look of pain in his eyes was a punch to the gut. It physically hurt. I pressed my hands to my stomach and shook my head.

“No, Mills. Of course, you can keep Lucky. He’s your son. I haven’t seen you and you’ve—”

“Get on back in the house, angel. They didn’t finish putting sunscreen on you and I don’t want you to burn.” Without another glance at me, he stepped around and continued on to the barn, his long legs and cowboy boots kicking up dirt as he went.

West stopped next to me as he frowned after his brother.

“I’ll go and talk to him. Do like he said and get inside, though, kitten.”

I slowly nodded and walked back to the porch. Tate pulled me into his arms when I reached him and I let him hold me. Mills had watched us long enough to see his brothers putting sunscreen on me but he hadn’t joined us. He wanted us to continue while he took on babysitting duty.

“He hates me, doesn’t he?”

Tate swore.

“No. No, he doesn’t, sweetheart. He’s just an idiot. He’ll come around.”

“Come around to what? What are we even doing?” I pushed away from him and wrapped my arms around myself.

“He’ll come around to us . In case you haven’t noticed, we’re a family, Reagan.

You’re ours. We didn’t do ourselves any favors when you first got here but you being here on the ranch has shown us that this is where you belong.

With us. West and I know that. Mills does, too.

Didn’t you hear him call you his family?

He’s just too busy beating himself up to realize he’s fucking up. ”

I gaped up at Tate.

“I’m…yours?”

He laughed and nodded.

“Yeah. You’re ours. I never thought I’d have a relationship like my sisters but I’ll be damned if you didn’t sneak up on us, kitten.

You belong here. With the three of us. Not because we’re too lazy to each find our own woman or whatever stupid shit that lady said, but because you’re perfect for us.

If you haven’t noticed it already, you will.

Once you get past some of our rougher edges, we’re great. ”

I pressed my forehead into his chest and rolled my eyes.

“I don’t even know where to start with that, Tate.”

“Come on. Let’s get you inside. I’ll cut you a slice of pie from the diner if you’re nice to me.”