Alive and Wells (Wells Ranch, #1)

by Bailey Hannah

I stare down at the opened drawer—specifically, at the large, freshly sharpened chef knife—then at his back. Better not—too much cleanup.

Part of me yearns to impress him—possibly because I have a problem with seeking male approval. The other part of me just has nowhere else to go.

the pain of falling is worth it because riding makes you feel alive.”

“Cecily.” I reflexively grab her arm to stop her, and she flinches. She fucking flinches.

“You’re here right now—alive and well on my ranch. I care a heck of a lot more about you being comfortable

I’ll want to run my hands over your body, and kiss every inch of your skin. And I can’t. Not when you constantly shy away from my touch.”

When the time comes where I can do this,”—his rough hand gently cups my chin and his throat bobs with a hard swallow—“without feeling every muscle in your jaw tense, I’ll kiss you until you’re unable to breathe. And a whole lot more, if you’ll let me.”

I’m happy with the long glances, subtle smiles, and footsies under the kitchen table. All of it is a constant reminder that we both want it to happen. I’m willing to wait to kiss her for as long as I need to.

“You’re safe. As long as you’re here with me, you’re safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you,”

“You deserve nothing but a loving touch. Always. You’re not damaged or broken. You’re perfect,

“I’ll wait as long as I need to for you to trust me,”

I’m completely at her mercy, and that’s exactly where I want to be.

He looks at you like you painted the night sky.”

His forearms pry my knees apart, and he looks up at me. “Keep these legs open like a good girl. You need to be able to watch when I make you soak my face with your cum. Drown me, darlin’.”

“One more. Give me just one more, darlin’. I know you can. God. The number of times I’ve jerked off thinking about this—your taste and your body writhing under me as I make you come. Now that I have you, I never want this to end.”

“Atta girl,” he murmurs between my legs. “What I would give to have you come in my mouth all day long.”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking beautiful—always, but especially right now with my cock in your mouth.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to love choking on my cock, but I knew your pretty mouth was good for more than talking.”

“Look how well you fit around me—fucking perfect.”

“I’m not dealing with you. I’m here because I want to be. I want to sort this shit out together. Because this,”—my finger circles between us—“thing that’s happening with us is worth it. You’re worth it.”

“You’re not getting my cock until you can show me you can be a good girl.”

“Cecily, I don’t give a shit about some burnt bread. You could serve me a hockey puck with cheese and I’d break a tooth eating it with a smile on my face. This is never the kind of thing you need to worry about with me… promise.”

We need to be rough, dirty, and fast if you don’t want somebody to walk in on us.” “Just the way I like it.”

I want every guy in this place to know you’re mine. Let them all hear who’s in here making you come.”

“I love it when you’re so needy for me. So fucking hot.”

Austin’s spit lands on the head of his cock, and his hand smooths it down his shaft, seconds before he powers into me with a deep, gravelly groan.

“You like when I use my spit as lube? Moan for me, darlin’. Show me how much you love being my filthy girl.”

“I got you. Rub your clit for me so I can fuck you into this wall. Play with your perfect pussy.”

“That’s my good girl. I want to feel you explode on my bare cock while I fill you up until my cum’s running down your pretty thighs. Leave you thinking about this all fucking night.”

“I’ll take it anywhere and any way my Not-A-Cowboy is willing to give it to me. I’m yours. Come in me. Fill me up, leave your cum running down my thighs, sign your fucking name inside me.”

“I’m the lucky one. I don’t deserve you for a damn second, darlin’. But, if you let me, I’ll work every day to become a man who’s worthy of loving you. I’ll give you more of myself than I did with any girls from my past, and I’ll treat you better than any of the guys from yours.”

“On paper, maybe. But you can be damn sure I know her better than you do, treat her better than you do, and fuck her so much better than you could ever hope to. In every way that matters, she’s mine.”

“Darlin’, you were made for me. You’ve always been mine and you always will be.”

“Holy fuck, that’s my girl. Drench my cock.”