Page 41 of Sold to the Single Daddies

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 gettingpissy 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 turnedbright 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.

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