Page 30 of Sold to the Single Daddies

“He’s in the office with West, Mills, and Mason. What the fuck did you think we did with him?”

I ignored him and jogged to the other side of the barn where I could hear voices. Bursting through the doorway of the office,I was panting and probably looked crazed but I couldn’t breathe until I saw Lucky.

Mason jumped out of the chair he’d been in across from Mills and West and hurried towards me.

“Rea? What’s wrong?”

Lucky was strapped to West’s chest, sleeping peacefully. I sucked in a harsh breath and let out a near hysterical laugh. My heart pounded against my rib cage and my stomach threatened to empty itself right there on their office floor.

“Reagan?” Mason gripped my shoulders and gently shook me. “Did something happen?”

It took me another few seconds to be able to speak.

“No. Nothing happened.”

As my fear slipped away, fury took its place. I wasn’t going to show Mason, though. I forced a smile and did my best to seem fine. He studied my face and I had to struggle to keep my emotions hidden from him.

“Why are you breathing so hard?”

I let out a shaky laugh, one much less hysterical sounding, and wiped a sheen of sweat off my face.

“I jogged over from the main house. I guess I should start working out or something because I’m winded from so little effort. That’s embarrassing.”

He looked down and suddenly gagged before holding his hands up and backing away. “What the hell, Reagan?!”

I looked down and blanched as I realized I was still holding the basket of sex toys I’d been given at the club meeting. Right on top were several different colored dildos and jars of lube. I felt my entire body go bright red and my mouth flopped open and shut a few times while I tried to think of something, anything, to say. Nothing came to me before Mason decided he was out.

“I’m going back to the bunk. I don’t need to see that kind of shit, Rea. Gross.” He gave me a wide berth as he left with a final nod to his new bosses.

“Language!” I called after him but it felt a little silly when he was working a real job and living away from me. He was growing up too fast.

Tate closed the office door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Where the hell did you go?”

I shook my head, understanding the meaning of a secret and unwilling to spill the Doll’s Club’s secrets.

“Doesn’t matter.”

“You just came home with a basket full of sex toys. I’d say it matters. Where the hell were you? Did oursisterstake you there?” Mills stood up and leaned over his desk. “Jesus. How many jars of lube does one woman need?”

I tried to deflect.

“Do you realize you scared the shit out of me? I got to the house and I looked around and couldn’t find my son anywhere. You can’t just leave with him without telling me. I have to know where he is.”

“We didn’t go anywhere with him. We’re still on the property. He wouldn’t stop screaming so we brought him to see the horses.” West stepped forward and glared down at the basket. “Did you go to a fucking sex party?”

“Did you go back to Club Devil?” Mills’ nostrils flared as he planted his fists on the desk. “Is that where you were?”

I scoffed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No, we’re not kidding. You just came home with a basket full of sex toys!” Tate tried poking around the basket and I pulled it away from him.

“Let’s get a few things straight. I don’t owe you an explanation about where I went or why I have a basket of sex toys. What I dois my business. Also, this is not my home. I didn’t comehomewith a basket full of sex toys. I came to the place I’m currently visiting with a basket full of sex toys.”

“How did I think you were so sweet that night at the club? You’re a pain in the ass.” Mills sat back in his chair and growled. “This is your home. You’re living here with our son. It’s a home. You’re home. We’re the fathers of your son so that makes you our business. If you went back to Club Devil tonight, I swear, Reagan, I’m going to—”

“Going towhat? Spank me again? Try it and lose an arm.” I held the basket to my chest when Tate kept trying to look through it. “For three men who think I’m a gold-digging whore, you sure are acting like a bunch of jealous little boys right now. Why would you care if I was at Club Devil, getting my bell rung by some other guys? Now give me Lucky. I’m going to feed him and then we’re going to bed.”

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