Page 50 of Sold to the Single Daddies (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #4)

Tate

I frowned when Maxie opened the door.

“Where’s Reagan?”

She shifted from foot to foot and winced.

“She left.”

My stomach dropped.

“What?”

“Not like for good, or anything!” She let out a nervous laugh. “I tried to get her to stay but she’d already made plans.”

“Plans? With whom?” I looked back at West and Mills coming up the porch and scowled. “She’s not here.”

“What do you mean, she’s not here?” Mills stood with his hands on his hips. “We’re supposed to kidnap her, though.”

“I really tried to get her to stay. I don’t know what happened but she got a call and then she got dressed up and said she had a date.”

My blood boiled.

“A date?!”

Lucky frowned at me from Maxie’s arms.

“Yeah. She wouldn’t tell me much more than that.

Um… I don’t want to tell you this next part.

I don’t really understand what’s happening with her.

” Maxie swallowed audibly and looked down at her feet.

“I just happened to see her phone screen when she was lacing up her boots. She’s going to… Club Devil.”

“The fuck she is!” Mills stomped back down the stairs and then froze. “Will you watch Lucky tonight, Maxie?”

“Of course!” If Maxie suddenly sounded a little too perky, I chalked it up to nerves at having to tell us the fucked-up news.

“You’re sure it said Club Devil?” My stomach was crashing lower and lower while my blood pressure was climbing higher and higher.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. Maybe she’s just acting out before coming back home to y’all? Or maybe she just needs to sow a few wild oats?”

“I’ll sow her wild fucking oats, goddammit.” West stomped to the truck, his face red with anger. “Come on, Tate! Get in the fucking truck and let’s go get our woman.”

I nodded to Lucky as I backed away.

“Thank you, Maxie. We’ll pick him up in the morning if we aren’t in jail for murdering the sorry fuck who dares touch Reagan.”

She waved easily.

“Sure thing. Be careful!”

Mills drove like a bat out of hell out of Devil’s Den.

“This crazy, beautiful, infuriating, sexy woman. I’m going to bend her over and spank her ass raw for this.”

I grunted. “She’s coming home and she’s coming home tonight. I don’t care if we have to tie her to our bed. A few dozen orgasms should take the fight right out of her.”

“Why would she go back to the club? Does she want something we weren’t providing her? West leaned forward from the backseat. “There’s three of us. How could we not be providing her with something?”

“Don’t care. We’re what she’s getting.” Mills passed a slow-moving car and continued to break every speed limit around.

“She has no business going alone to that place. If she wants to go for some reason, we’ll take her.

If she wants to be fucked on stage, we’ll fuck her on stage.

While blocking anyone from seeing a single inch of her body, of course.

Whatever she wants or needs, she’ll get it from us. And she’ll like it.”

As soon as the club came into view, it was clear it was a busy night. The parking lot was full but Mills parked right in front of the front door. When someone came rushing at him, telling him he couldn’t park there, he tossed the man his keys.

“Move it or take it. I don’t give a fuck. I’m getting my woman back.”

Security was waiting on us just beyond the door. There were fifteen beasts staring us down and waiting for us to cause trouble. The guy in charge stepped forward, cell phone in hand.

“My associate told you that you can’t park there.”

Mills went toe to toe with him.

“The mother of my child is in there and I’ve come to retrieve her. You can either let me pass so I can find her and leave or you can stay in my way and get rocked when I decide I’ve waited long enough.”

“Sergei, stand down.” One of the owners we’d met the night of Reagan’s auction came from a hidden doorway off to the right.

“I got a call from Shep a little bit ago, giving me a head’s up.

Your lady snuck off, huh? As long as you keep yourselves together, you have full use of the club to find her and punish her. ”

My dick threatened to lengthen in my pants but I ignored it. We had to get Reagan first. Punishment could come later.

“Appreciate it.”

“Go ahead, man. The night’s young.”

I clapped him on the shoulder as we moved past and then we were back in the club. It was the same as the night we’d found and won Reagan and my blood pumped hot and heady through my veins at the memories.

Mills was more animal than man as he lifted his head and looked like he was sniffing the air for traces of Reagan. I was considering the thought that he’d lost his mind when he locked in on something across the room and took off.

We cut through the club, ignoring the stage where everyone seemed to be focused.

Instead, we were zeroed in on a sexy little thing sitting by herself at a high-top table, legs crossed and high heel swinging as she sipped from her drink.

She might as well have been naked for all the good her dress was doing hiding her body.

Her hair was curling down her back in big waves and she had on more makeup than normal.

She’d dressed up for the asshole she was with.

I slipped past Mills and pressed into Reagan from the side. She gasped and tried to jerk away but I grabbed her thigh and held her tight.

“Where’s your date?”

She gasped again and leaned her head back to look at me.

“Tate! You scared me! What are you doing here?”

I shifted around and wedged myself between her thighs, forcing her dress higher and higher.

“I asked you a question. Where’s your date?

Is that the kind of man you want, kitten?

One who would leave you alone at a table when anyone with half a brain could see you’re fucking begging to be stolen away.

What kind of man would leave you all alone when anyone could come along, spread these beautiful thighs, and make a meal of you? ”

Her eyes went heavy but then she blinked and shook her head.

“Date? What are you talking about?”

Mills pressed into her from behind, wrapping his arms around her stomach and holding her pinned to the chair.

“Your date. The person you came here to meet. Maxie told us. You think you can just slip away from us, angel? There’s not a chance in hell we’re ever going to let another man touch you. You’re ours. Ours to take, ours to fuck, and ours to love. You’re coming home. No more games.”

I could feel the heat from her core and it called to me like a siren. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I slipped it under her dress and ran my fingers over her panties.

“There’s no way in hell that he can make this pussy weep like we do. This is ours. You need a reminder, kitten?”

She dropped her head back on Mills’ chest and sucked in a broken breath.

“I… I came with Harley. The auction. No date.”

Even as the words filtered through my head, I was too far gone to process them. We were all lost and so deprived of Reagan that there was no stopping what had been set in motion.

“Spread your thighs. I want to feel what only belongs to us.” I didn’t recognize my own voice as I growled at her. She obeyed, though, and that was all I needed.