Page 34 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Mills

I hung up on Nellie and stood up with a growl.

West and Tate were in the house with Lucky and I didn’t want to stop and bother them so I just jumped in my truck and took off.

It had nothing to do with wanting to be alone with Reagan.

It didn’t. Being around her was torture.

Seeing her and wanting her, knowing my brothers were having her…

It was fucking hell. I figured I deserved it, though.

She was happy with Tate and West. They were happy with her. I just needed to stay out of the way. I didn’t want to ruin their chance at happiness, even if seeing them all together tore at my insides.

Still. When Nellie called and said Reagan was drunk and needed a ride home, I didn’t hesitate to go after her.

It was late enough that the roads were pitch back and empty and the thought of Reagan getting home on her own filled me with anger.

I wanted to shake her. I wasn’t even sure if she was supposed to be drinking while breastfeeding.

The last thing Lucky needed was to become even more like me by getting a taste for liquor.

When I pulled up on Main Street and saw Reagan swaying on the sidewalk all by herself, I saw red.

I couldn’t turn off my bad attitude, even when I knew I was wrong, and that moment was no different.

There were days it felt like I wouldn’t have a personality if it wasn’t for how fucking grumpy I was.

Another reason for Reagan to run from me.

She didn’t run when she saw me, though. She grinned and stepped off the sidewalk, nearly breaking her neck in the process. I caught her against my chest and held her tight. I didn’t fail to notice her barely-there dress or the feel of her pebbled nipples.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Why are you outside all by yourself? Do you realize how dangerous that was? Jesus, Reagan. Is it even safe for you to drink? What were you thinking?”

She giggled and looped her arms around my neck.

“Always so cranky, Mills. You need to get laid.”

I picked her up and grunted when she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Jesus, Reagan.”

“You already said that.” Her head rolled to my shoulder and she sighed. I couldn’t smell alcohol on her but it was clear she was hammered.

“You came to get me.”

“Who else was going to? You could’ve gotten yourself killed.” I put her in the truck and buckled her in after prying her arms and legs from around me. “I’m going to have a long talk with my sisters about their influence on you.”

Once I was behind the wheel I took a moment to look at her and clenched my jaw when I found her staring at me.

She had her bottom lip caught between her teeth and her skin was flushed.

She’d worn her hair down and it was all over the place, sliding forward to block the eye-popping amount of cleavage the dress was showing.

“I asked Nellie to call you.” She leaned over with both elbows on the console between us.

“I know. You drank too much and needed a ride home.”

She smiled. “Nope. I just had to say something to get you alone. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

A wave of shock rolled over me. Staring at her, I realized she really wasn’t drunk. The conniving little brat had lied to get what she wanted. I was pissed off, even if another part of me was flattered that she’d resorted to lying to get to me.

“Are you fucking serious?”

She shrugged.

“I’m not drinking until I’m done breastfeeding Lucky and seeing how much he enjoys his feedings, I’m not sure when I’ll be drinking again.”

“You lied.” I shook my head and threw the truck into drive. I didn’t go over the speed limit but I fucking wanted to. If she hadn’t been in the truck I would have flown home. Just one more reason to be annoyed.

“Yeah, I lied. I had to. You won’t talk to me, Mills. You won’t even sit in the same room as me.” She stomped her foot and growled. “I did what I had to do. Pull over so we can talk.”

“No! I’m not doing whatever you want just because you say so. I’m not your puppet. I’m taking you home and then I’m moving into the bunkhouse.”

She gasped.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not! This is stupid!” She threw her hands up. “Just talk to me! What did I do that pissed you off so much? I thought we were getting past you hating me and now? Look at you.”

“I don’t hate you, goddammit! I just need some space.”

She grabbed the door handle.

“Stop the truck.”

“Get your fucking hand off that door, Reagan.” My heart jammed itself in my throat and I slowed the truck down, just in case she lost her mind and jumped out.

“Stop the truck!” She yanked her seatbelt off and I barely got the truck stopped before she threw the door open and got out. She glared back in at me and flipped me off.

“I’d rather walk home if this is how it’s going to be.”

“I bet you wish you’d called Tate or West now, huh?”

She froze.

“No. I got who I wanted. Unfortunately, who I wanted has a stick up his ass and would rather move out of his own house than talk to me.”

“Get back in the truck, Reagan!” I didn’t let her words get to me. She didn’t really want me. She was just—running. She was fucking running away. “Reagan!”

We were outside of town and there was nothing but open fields all around.

She’d taken off running west, in the direction of a small creek.

She’d never see the creek until she was already falling over the small bluff that shot out over it.

There was plenty of field she’d have to get through before she reached the creek but I had no doubt Reagan was stubborn enough to reach it and break her fool neck when she fell in.

I was out of the truck and chasing her without another thought. I felt like a wild animal chasing its prey as I pushed my body to move faster. I was closing the distance between us and I could hear her ragged breathing as she struggled to run in her bare feet after kicking off her shoes.

“Reagan! Stop!” I tried to reason with her one more time. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Go to hell!”

I growled and decided I’d had enough. We were running through a field in the dark like a couple of idiots and one of us was going to get hurt. Charging forward even harder, I caught up to her and snagged her around the waist.

She screamed as we both went down and even after I’d fallen on top of her, she still fought me like a fucking tiger.

While I was busy trying to brace myself so I didn’t crush her, she was shoving at me, trying to knee me, and snapping her teeth like she would’ve loved to bite off a piece of me.

All the while she screamed at me like I was the one attacking her.

I finally managed to get a grip on both of her wrists so I could pin them in the dirt over her head and I used my weight to pin her hips to the ground. Then I glared down at her and shouted.

“Stop it!”

“You stop it!” She tried to buck her hips against me again but it was useless. I had her pinned. Her chest heaved and the tiny dress was doing a piss-poor job of keeping her tits contained.

“Don’t fucking look at me. You don’t want me? Fine. Let me up and I’ll go home and fuck your brothers.”

I gripped her arms tighter.

“That’s fine. That’s what you’ve been doing and it’s been fine. I don’t care.”

“No, I haven’t! What you watched on the porch is the only thing I’ve done with your brothers since you decided to pull this stupid vanishing act.

It doesn’t feel right, knowing you’re unhappy.

I’ll get over it, though. I’ll go straight there and let them have their way with me now. Just get off me first.”

“You’re lying.”

She tried to twist away from me and screamed when she couldn’t budge.

“I lied to get you alone tonight. I haven’t lied to you any other time. Believe what you want, though. I’m done.”

I switched my grip so I had both of her wrists in one hand and then I reached into my pocket to grab my phone.

“If I call them right now, they’d say the same?”

“Yes! You giant asshole! For some stupid reason, I thought I missed you and didn’t want to do anything to hurt you, like pretending you aren’t a big part of whatever the hell we have together.” She turned her head to look away from me and exposed the long length of her neck. “I hate you.”

I tossed my phone aside and gripped her chin, forcing her to look at me again.

“You should.”

She bared her teeth at me.

“Maybe I should. And maybe I wish I did. But I don’t.”

We were both breathing hard and glaring at each other.

I wanted to scream at her to leave me alone to my misery but I also wanted to fucking possess her in every possible way.

My hand shook with restraint and desire as I slid my hand down her throat and over her chest. I left it splayed out between her breasts and felt the way her heart pounded against it.

“What are you waiting on, Mills? Would you find it easier to touch me if you threw money at me first?” She shocked me so much with that question that I loosened my grip and that was all the sign she needed to fight her way out from under me.