Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

If there’s one thing men have, it’s the fucking audacity. Bringing the girl he cheated on me with to my hometown rodeo is next level.

“Um… Well, if you agree to it, I was going to see if you’d fuck me on the hood of my ex’s car. Payback, you know?”

“If we’re doing this, I need you to fuck me like you hate me. Don’t tell me I’m beautiful again or pretend like this is more than a quick revenge fuck.”

“You like it? Got you a necklace to match.” His hand leaves my leg and, for a split second, I’m longing for him to put it back. He shifts so the glow of a distant pole light catches, and I can see what he’s trying to show me. Below the dense forest of black ink trees sprawling up his forearm, there’s a tattoo along the back of his hand, running from thumb to index finger. Barbed wire. Before I can question what he means, his hand slips around my neck like a collar. A barbed wire necklace. “Fits perfectly, Cass. Looks sexy as hell, too.”

“I want to watch Wells Canyon’s sweetheart make herself come right out in the open. Touch yourself, Cassidy. Play with your pretty little cunt for me.”

sweetheart.” “I thought we agreed not to use that word.” “I’ll call you whatever I want when you’re the one begging for my cock.”

No, instead she’s perfectly normal. As if I haven’t been balls deep inside her or watched her eyes roll back as she came on my cock.

So I shut her front door softly behind me, then drive back to the ranch with one hand on the steering wheel and the other over my chest pocket, holding the most important photo of my life secure.

I want to show her the lake, and everywhere else, too. Side by side, hand in hand. I love her. I’m madly in love with Cassidy Bowman. And I think—fuck, I hope I’m right on this—that she might be starting to feel the same way.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

I’ll tangle my hands in that blonde hair of yours and shove my cock so far down your pretty little throat, you won’t be able to say anything at all.”

“Yeah, I am. A gentleman knows what his lady wants, and I know for a fact you want me to treat you like a pretty little slut. Don’t you, sweetheart?”