Hard to Handle (Caine Cousins #2)(5)

“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 spit 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.”

Lynx lunged and Billy stumbled backward. Before he could get close enough — cuffs be damned — Rhys put a hand on Lynx’s 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 Lynx’s cousin gave Billy said that it wouldn’t matter that Lynx 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 Lynx’s eyes. Lynx cocked one eyebrow. He’d willingly go to jail, but he wouldn’t be staying there indefinitely. They both knew it. And when he got out…

“I’ve got an idea.”

Lynx’s attention jerked over to Reagan as she sauntered over.

His mouth practically watered as she moved toward him, 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 his dick twitch. The way her long dark hair hung over her shoulder had Lynx thinking about wrapping those silky strands around his fist while he fucked them both into oblivion.

Goddamn, she made him so fucking hard.

Damn sure didn’t help that he’d spent ten fucking years wanting to get his 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, Lynx had to wonder why Reagan hadn’t refused to serve him until now.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Billy told her, although Lynx 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 Lynx 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 Lynx’s direction, Billy stormed off.

When Rhys went to uncuff him, Reagan stopped him with a hand on her brother’s arm. “Can I talk to him first? While he’s cuffed?”

Rhys glanced between the two of them, 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’,” Lynx told her, then lowered his voice and added, “Although I’d much prefer you were the one in cuffs.”

An image of Reagan cuffed to his bed flashed through his mind, making him wince as his dick took up more space in his jeans.

“I wouldn’t get too excited if I were you.”

Lynx leaned against the deputy’s squad car when Reagan moved into his personal space.

“Can we just call it even now?” she asked, her voice low, her expression blank.

“What?” He had no idea what she was talking about.

“You stop tryin’ to mess with me, and I’ll pretend that you’re not gettin’ on my last nerve. Then maybe we can both move on with our lives.”

The hell he would. Lynx wasn’t about to give up what he’d been waiting a hell of a long time for. However, he wasn’t above putting the ball in her court. “That what you want?”

She stared back at him.

“’Cause I damn sure don’t,” he told her forcefully, leaning forward so he could get closer. “You can keep runnin’ from me, girl. I’ll just keep chasin’.” He lowered his voice so only she could hear. “And the day you finally give in, you’ll come to understand exactly why they call me a bad boy.”

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and Lynx was tempted to kiss her right there in front of half the town.

Yeah. That was what he thought. Reagan talked a good game, but when it came down to it, Lynx knew she was attracted to him. She was fighting it, sure, but she wanted him nonetheless.

“You sure you’re not interested?” he asked casually, as though her answer didn’t matter.