I met Billy’s gaze once more, then nodded.
“Tammy’s better’n bed, anyhow,” Billy called from behind me.
Reagan tugged on my hand, keeping me moving forward.That was the only thing saving Billy from a beatdown right here in the DQ.
“I told you already,” Reagan said, “He ain’t worth it.”
That was the truth.However, Reaganwasworth it.And that was the point I was trying to make.
“Now, I think I recall you promisin’ to do some dirty things to me,” she teased, smiling at me over her shoulder as we stepped out into the sunshine.
My dick twitched behind my zipper.
“So, what d’ya say we get to that part?”
In less than a minute, I had her back in the truck.I was about to ask her where we were headed as I pulled out of the parking lot, but she beat me to the punch.
“Let’s go back to my house,” she blurted.
I glanced over at her.“You sure?”
Reagan nodded, not looking quite as sure as she was pretending to be.
I nodded.“I’m good with that.I’m up for christenin’ that place, too.”
The blush that stole up her cheeks made my dick even harder.
Not to mention, it had my foot heavier on the gas pedal.
No sense wasting time at this point.
Reagan
I was pretty sure I'd played that one off casually.At least I'd tried to.
Part of me had wanted to yell at Billy, to ask him how it was possible that we’d spent all that time together and he didn’t even give a shit that my bar had burned to the ground.Why I'd wondered more about that and not about the fact that Billy had been screwing Lynx’s ex-wife, I didn’t know.Nor did I care.
However, it did have me curious as to how I could’ve been so stupid for so long.
Granted, Billy didn’t matter to me anymore.I didn’t care what he did or who he did it with.Sure, it pissed me off to find out that he’d been fucking Tammy, but it didn’t surprise me at all.It was just a wonder that I hadn’t known.
Glancing over at Lynx, I frowned.“Did you know Billy and Tammy were fuckin’?”
Okay, so maybe I hadn’t meant for that to come out quite so bluntly.
His head snapped toward me.“What?”
I cocked an eyebrow.No way was I repeating that.
Lynx shook his head and turned his attention toward the road.
I waited for a response.
“No,” he finally said.“Had no idea.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Fuck, Reagan,” he grumbled.“Nothin’ they do bothers me.I don’t give a shit.”
