Faking it with the Bad Boy Bikers (Southern Heat Reverse Harems #2)

CHAPTER 11

Woodrow

I watched Nellie leave and then turned on Mills. “You think you could try not being an asshole to her for five minutes? She was only here because we were getting her statement and photographing her wrist. She was attacked by some piece of shit who followed her from Arkansas.”

Mills’ face went dark. “Did you catch the bastard?”

Seth nodded. “He didn’t get a chance to run. Nellie clocked him with a wrench.”

“He’s here?” Raising his voice, Mills went for the back of the station, where the cells were. “Motherfucker. Why did you bring him here? My family, my responsibility, my chance to serve up consequences.”

Henry grunted. “Could’ve fooled me.”

I stood next to Seth with my arms crossed over my chest, blocking the cells. There was nothing I would’ve loved more than allowing Mills to beat the shit out of our prisoner, but we were going to be better than the previous Sheriff.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Mills stared at Henry, both men the same size so I wasn’t sure who I’d put my money on to win the fight. Henry had years of fighting dirty in biker gangs but Mills was farm tough. It was a toss-up.

“I’ve seen you interact with your sister twice and both times you treated her like shit. Doesn’t much seem like family.” Henry kept his fists at his side but his body was tense, ready for the fight.

“You don’t know a fucking thing about what happened with our family so mind your goddamn business.” Mills cracked his neck and took a deep breath. “Is this guy going to be an issue?”

“Nope.” I tried to reconcile the man I’d witnessed risk life and limb to save Vera with the cold man in front of me who seemed to genuinely hate Nellie. “Are you going to be an issue?”

Mills let out a dark laugh as he backed away. “Fuck you.”

Seth waited until Mills stormed out of the station, to whistle. “And I thought you had family shit, Wood.”

I snorted. “Can’t have family shit when you’re on a different continent and they’ve all vanished.”

“I can’t imagine what she did to deserve that level of bullshit from her family.” Henry rolled his shoulders and moved us into the office. “She’s a good mom, she’s kept that giant ass cat alive for what looks like a hundred years, and she knows how to change her own oil. Seems like you could do worse for a sister.”

Seth shuddered. “That cat can’t be right. Cats aren’t supposed to be that big. I left my door open for two minutes last night when I ran down to grab a bottle of water and when I got back, he was in my bed.”

“Seems the cat and the kid are both comfortable with rough looking assholes.” I paused. “How’d you get the cat out?”

“I didn’t. It took up half the bed until I finally fell asleep and then it screamed in my ear until I let it out.” He rubbed his hands down his face. “I should’ve arrested Nellie for disturbing the peace.”

Like an asshole, the idea of putting Nellie in cuffs got a reaction from my dick. Groaning, I leaned forward in my chair and shook my head. “We need to find somewhere else to live.”

“We? Jesus. Have we just committed to the idea of living together now? Like some fucked up version of the Golden Girls ?” Henry looked between me and Seth and groaned. “Guess I’ll just say goodbye to getting laid now.”

“Don’t blame us for that.” I glanced at the doorway like I’d be able to summon Nellie back. “If you’re not getting your dick wet, that’s on you.”

“And you have been? Getting your dick wet?” He raised his eyebrows. “And before you answer, remember I’ve lived with you for coming up on a year and you’ve been in my face the entire time. I feel like I would’ve noticed you fucking.”

“Aw, you would’ve noticed me? That’s sweet.”

He threw a pen at me. “Fuck off, asshole.”

I grinned. “So, none of us are seeing any action. That’s what we just established, right?”

“I heard there’s a club a few towns over. It caters to the BDSM community but anyone’s welcome.” Seth sat back in his chair, his face a mask of blankness. “It’s pretty popular for hookups.”

“I’m not that desperate yet.” Henry grabbed the back of his neck. “None of this was a concern until a certain redhead showed up.”

Seth made a pained noise. “Don’t. If none of us say it out loud, it’s not true.”

“That mouth…” I cursed. “Sorry, Seth, but that woman is like a shot of fucking adrenaline.”

“I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to see a perfect set of tits and get hard.” Henry licked his lips as he stared off into space. “Fuck. I’ve had so many tits shoved in my face while undercover these last few years that I thought I was desensitized.”

“Fuck you both.” Seth stood up to leave and then sat back down heavily. “Shit. Even if she didn’t have tits and an ass that make me want to beg for mercy, she works on bikes. Seeing her crawling around her car is too much for my poor dick.”

“He’s poor, huh?” I smirked. “What’s it like to be a big ass guy with a little ass dick?”

“My dick is none of your business.” He scowled. “And it’s not fucking little.”

Henry stood up and twisted his back. “If I’m going to be Sheriff, I should get to work on booking that fucker.”

“Oh, now you’re making yourself Sheriff?” I grunted. “I don’t think so. We let the town decide or I just take the job.”

“You?” Seth rolled his eyes. “You were just talking about my dick. I don’t think you’re mature enough for it.”

“And I don’t think you’re big enough for it.”

Henry laughed. “Election it is, I guess.”