Page 55 of Sold to the Single Daddies

I raised my eyebrows while reaching around to unzip her dress.

“This?”

She shrugged out of the dress and then stood in front of me, completely bare.

“This. You. Me. Your brothers. Lucky. All of it. I like it.”

I swallowed a surge of arousal and quickly stripped down to my boxer briefs before testing the water and pulling her into the shower with me. “I like it, too, kitten. I do have a question, though. Did Mills steal your underwear? Or…?”

She stared at my briefs and frowned.

“I didn’t wear any. Take those off.”

I gritted my teeth and tilted her head back into the water.

“No. I’m keeping them on so there’s some barrier between us. I’m trying to take care of you, not jab you with my cock.”

She was quiet as I lathered shampoo into her hair and took my time washing it out. The amount of dirt and mud going downthe drain made me want to kick Mills’ ass. Reagan didn’t seem to mind.

“So. You were just out and about tonight with no panties on?”

She looked up at me through her lashes and smiled.

“Yes.”

I shampooed her hair a second time and sent her a stern look.

“Reagan. I’m not Mills. If you try to tease me I’ll tie you to your bed, make you come with my tongue a handful of times, and then I’ll leave you tied up there all night.”

I groaned as her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed. She liked it. She couldn’t have been more perfect for me if she’d tried. She toyed with the band of my briefs while I rinsed her hair and added conditioner.

“Tate?”

I shot her a wary look as I grabbed a washcloth and added a healthy amount of bodywash.

“Yeah?”

“Why do I like the idea of you tying me up so much?”

I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned even louder.

“Hush, kitten. Just let me wash you.”

She stayed quiet for all of two seconds. As soon as I ran the washcloth down her back, she moaned and arched into me. I had to tug her hand away from my dick a couple of times but when I reached between her thighs to clean her pussy, I was too far gone. I could see the evidence that Mills had come inside her and when she tugged my briefs down, I let her. She wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked.

“Tate, I just want to touch you. Just touch, okay?”

It only took a few seconds for her to want more. She tried to drop to her knees but I wouldn’t let her.

“No. Not tonight. You’re worn out. Let’s rinse you off and get you ready for bed.”

“Will you stay with me tonight?” She knew I’d say yes and when I did, her smile was mischievous as hell. “Thanks, Tate.”

“I’ll go down and get Lucky. Get some clothes on and get in bed.” I lightly slapped her ass and wrapped a towel around my waist while heading downstairs. As much as I was telling myself to keep it PG, my body was screaming at me to get back upstairs with her and give her what she wanted.

West looked up at me when I walked into the living room and snorted. “Don’t fucking point that thing at me.”

I looked down at my erection and scowled. “I’m doing my best. I’m just trying to put her to bed.”

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