Sure enough, I wasn’t disappointed.
“And I ain’t the one goin’ to jail tonight.You are.”Spittle flew from Billy’s mouth.“And just think, while you’re takin’ it in the ass, I’ll be fuckin’ Reagan.”Billy’s lip curled up before he turned and spat on the ground.When he turned back, he was grinning.“Prob’ly just bend her over the back of the couch, that way I don’t have to look at her face.”
I lunged and Billy stumbled backward.Before I could get close enough—cuffs be damned—Rhys put a hand on my chest.
Then Reagan’s brother—the sheriff of Lee County—spun around to face Billy.“You wanna repeat that?”Rhys rumbled.“’Cause if you do, I’m gonna hand my badge and my gun over to Dean, and I’m gonna be the one beatin’ your ass into the ground.That’s my fuckin’ sister you’re talkin’ about.”
“That’s the problem with little boys these days,” Wolfe stated.“No respect.”
The heated glare my cousin gave Billy said that it wouldn’t matter that I was in the tank tonight.Wolfe was still out there.
“Maybe you wanna reconsider pressin’ charges?”Dean questioned Billy as he pulled out his notepad.“’Fore you get your ass in any deeper?”
Billy met my eyes.I cocked one eyebrow.I'd willingly go to jail, but I wouldn’t be staying there indefinitely.We both knew it.And when I got out…
“I’ve got an idea.”
My attention jerked over to Reagan as she sauntered over.
My mouth practically watered as she moved toward me, her dark brown eyes reflecting both frustration and amusement.Those damn low-slung jeans and the body-hugging T-shirt that just met the top of them made my dick twitch.The way her long, dark hair hung over her shoulder had me thinking about wrapping those silky strands around my fist while I fucked us both into oblivion.
Goddamn, she made me so fucking hard.
Damn sure didn’t help that I'd spent ten fucking years wanting to get my hands on her.
When she got close enough, Reagan turned to Billy.“Why don’t you drop the bullshit and I won’t get a restrainin’ order.”
“I don’t give a good goddamn about no restrainin’ order,” Billy retorted.
“Not even if it ensures you’ll never come inside my bar again?”she asked, her dark eyebrows lifting.“’Cause I won’t hesitate to kick your ass right out the next time you show up here.And I’m pretty sure half the town’ll have my back.”
That seemed to get Billy’s attention.Although I had to wonder why Reagan hadn’t refused to serve him until now.
“You wouldn’t do that,” Billy told her, although I could tell he didn’t believe his own words.
“Try me.”She leaned closer but still kept her distance.“And when I go down to the sheriff’s department to file that, I’ll bail him outta jail, too.”
Billy glared, but for the first time all damn night, the fucker didn’t have anything to say.
Thank God for small miracles.
“Fine,” Billy huffed.“I ain’t pressin’ charges.”With one final glare in my direction, he stormed off.
When Rhys went to uncuff me, Reagan stopped him with a hand on his arm.“Can I talk to him first?While he’s cuffed?”
Rhys glanced between the two of us, but then backed away, turning to talk to Wolfe and Amy, who’d been standing off to the side watching the show.
“I’m likin’ the direction this is goin’,” I told her, then lowered my voice and added, “Although I’d much preferyouwere the one in cuffs.”
An image of Reagan cuffed to my bed flashed through my mind, making me wince as my dick took up more space in my jeans.
“I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you.”
I leaned against the deputy’s squad car when Reagan moved into my personal space.
“Can we just call it even now?”she asked, her voice low, her expression blank.
“What?”I had no idea what she was talking about.
