Page 93 of Hard to Handle
Leaning in, I placed my mouth close to her ear.“I’m gonna tell you all the dirty things I have in store for you later.”I felt the shudder that ran through her.“Maybe then you’ll eat faster.”
Reagan chuckled.
“First, I’m gonna strip your clothes off,” I told her, nipping her earlobe gently.
“Lynx,” she whispered.
“Yep, I’m gonna be makin’ you scream my name when I slide my tongue into your warm, wet pussy, then I’m gonna?—”
Before I could continue, Reagan’s hand landed on my mouth.Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed.
“I’m finished,” she said quickly.
I glanced down at her half-eaten burger.“No, you’re not.”
“Oh, trust me.I am.”
“What the fuck?”
My head jerked over, my gaze coming to land on Billy Watson standing beside our table.
Son of a bitch.
Rather than get to my feet and confront the asshole, I remained where I was, my body tensing, muscles gearing up for a fight.
To my surprise, Reagan continued eating as though there was nothing out of the ordinary here.No asshole ex-boyfriend standing there, glaring at us.
“What’re you doin’ with this dickhead?”Billy asked, his eyes imploring Reagan.
She didn’t answer.
“This is bullshit,” Billy grumbled.“He’s fuckin’ married, Reagan.”
To give the guy a little credit, at least he hadn’t verbally attacked Reagan at this point.That was possibly a first.
“Actually,” Reagan began, wiping her mouth and reaching for her drink, “the divorce is final.”
Yep, as of yesterday, I was a free man.To celebrate, I spent the majority of yesterday in bed with Reagan.We had agreed to hold off until the divorce was final, and for the most part, I'd held up my end of the deal except for that one little slipup at the warehouse.But most importantly, I was happy that it was no longer an issue between us.
“Is that right?”Billy smirked, his gaze coming to rest on me.“So that means I can go back to fuckin’ Tammy and she don’t have to get all freaked out afterwards?”
“Have at it, son,” I stated, meeting Billy’s stare.
The smirk fell from the guy’s face.He’d obviously expected to get a rise out of me.It wouldn’t work.Not when it came to my ex.Now, if he went after Reagan, that was an entirely different story.
“Y’all are made for each other, Billy,” Reagan said, a hint of anger in her voice.“And good luck with makin’ that one last.”
It didn’t surprise me one bit that Billy had been fucking Tammy.And vice versa.Nor did it bother me in the least.
“Fuckin’ bitch,” Billy grumbled under his breath.
I was on my feet in the span of a single heartbeat, coming toe-to-toe with Billy.I glared down at him.“I’ll put up with a lotta shit, but you willnottalk to Reagan like that.Not now, not ever.Are we clear?”
“So defensive,” Billy retorted, a gleam of amusement in his eyes.
“You’re damn right I am,” I confirmed, keeping my voice low, my tone serious.“So from here on out, you keep your fuckin’ mouth shut where she’s concerned, and we won’t have any problems.Otherwise…” I knew I didn’t need to finish that sentence.
A small hand on my arm had me glancing to the side.To my surprise, Reagan’s hand moved down to mine, her fingers linking with mine.“Come on.We’ve got things to do.”
