Page 89 of Frenemies

A strip of cloth would’ve worked, but alright. I grabbed Bailey’s shirt and went to work, pushing the fabric under Tanner’s leg then wrapping it around his upper thigh.

That’s when I stopped to eye the rather large bulge in his jeans. That was going to get in the way, but would it really be a loss if Tanner’s package got damaged a little?

I sighed and pulled Bailey over. “I need you to cup his nuts.”

“What!?”

Oh, for the love of. . .

“I’m not asking you to jerk him off.”

Snatching her hand, I pressed it up against his balls and went about making my make-shift tourniquet. Of course, that was the moment Tanner’s eyes fluttered open. His dull eyes trickled over Bailey’s pink bra, then brightened up when he looked down at her hand.

“Are you getting fresh with me?”

I rolled my eyes at the smirk on his face and gave the shirt a tight tie.

Tanner grumbled out a “God damnit.” Bailey sprang back like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

God damnit was right. I’d pulled with all my might, but his thigh was so thick I couldn’t apply enough pressure to slow down the bleeding.

I cocked a brow at Bailey. Maybe two of us could?

“I need you to pull on this side,” I said while holding up one end of the shirt.

This time she understood what I was saying and jumped back over to grab her end. Why did I make her take the right side where she’d be in between Tanner’s legs. Because at least then he’d have a nice view of Bailey’s cleavage. I wasn’t completely evil.

I learned two things while tying that thing off with Bailey. Number one was that farm girls didn’t do anything half-assed. She braced her feet up on Tanner’s thigh and fucking yanked on that thing like she was pulling the horseshoes off a horse.

The second thing was that Bailey Davenport was Hella strong. When she started to pull so hard that my side was getting tugged, I had to tell her to calm down. But with a little work and a lot of whining from Tanner, we managed to stop the bleeding.

After that, I fell back against the back of the van and blew my hair out of my face. “You owe me a new dress.”

“Sure thing.” Tanner gritted his teeth and shuffled up into a more comfortable position. “The second we MacGyver our way out of this shit, I’m gonna head on over to the local Walmart and get you some fancy new duds.”

Oh, please, as if I would ever wear anything from Walmart.

“You should be nice,” Bailey lifted her finger in the cutest little stern point I’d ever seen. “She just saved your life.”

I rolled my head against the wall and curled my lips at Tanner. “She has a point.”

The only reason I was giving him shit was because I was actually worried about him. His face was pale, and all the snide little cocky smirks he gave were half-assed at best.

“Hey, I’m not the one that was grabbing an unconscious guy’s dick.”

I couldn’t help but snicker when Bailey’s mouth fell open.

“Show some courtesy next time, would you,” Tanner’s eyes started dropping closed as his head lulled to the side. “And give a guy a little slap and tug. . .”

Then he was out again.

I slapped him a couple of times but got no response. Guess it didn’t matter because we’d arrived wherever we were going. As the van came to a stop, I couldn’t help but think that it was probably better if Tanner wasn’t awake.

I doubted that Jax was planning on taking us on a luxury cruise. Hell, if I could’ve passed out when those doors slid open, I would’ve.

Except it wasn’t Jax who I saw staring in at us, nor were we in a strange place. That distant roar of water in the air was so recognizable I couldn’t forget it in my dreams. We were in Ashen Springs. Jax had taken me home. Right into the arms of my father, who was the man that opened the door.

“Daddy.” I shot forward and wrapped my arms around him.

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