Reagan was worried that she was angry for a moment, but then she grinned.
Hunter waved her off. “You already know how happy you make me. But Reagan, you are a dream come true.”
Cady snorted. “That’s not any better.”
“Want to explain?” Tiny asked.
Hunter smiled. “Reagan is going to be our secret weapon against those cocky bastards at station 48.”
Suddenly, everyone was staring at her with interest. Gray smiled. “Damn, you’re right.”
“We have a yearly pool tournament against a team from fire station 48,” Gray explained. “And now that you’re Tiny’s girlfriend, you can play in our tournament.”
“You’re better than that bastard, Owens,” Hunter said.
“He’s the best player on the other team,” Gray explained.
“And you don’t like him?” she asked Hunter.
“He’s a smart-assed, full of himself asshole.” Hunter grinned.
“They’re good friends,” Cady told her.
Reagan was a bit confused but she nodded.
“Hunter insults everyone. Friend or not,” Tiny told her.
“We’ll whip their asses for sure this year. Have them crying into their beers in humiliation.” He smiled broadly. “Fuck, that makes me happy.”
“And on that, I think it’s time to go.” Cady gave her a smile. “Welcome to the madness.”
Reagan smiled back. She was happy to be here.
A few hours later, Tiny and Reagan said good night to everyone. When they were alone, he turned her toward him, pulling her close. “What did you think of my friends?”
“I liked them. Hopefully, they liked me.”
“They did.” He hefted her up. “Now, it’s time to show me how much you like me.”
“I love you,” she told him.
“I know.” He gave her a very satisfied smile.
“And?” she said, disgruntled.
“And what?” He set her down on the bed and sat down beside her.
She smacked her hand down on his chest. “Ouch. You are made of rocks.”
He took her hand in his, rubbing away the sting. “Don’t do that again.”
“You smack my butt.”
“My hand is tough. And your butt is soft. Plus, I’m the Dom. It’s my job to smack your butt. And my privilege.”
“Oh. That’s nice.”
He snorted. “Will I ever fully understand you?”