Seeing Red (Wells Ranch, #2)

by Bailey Hannah

“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.”

“You need to work on your dirty talk, 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.”

“Fuck,” we whisper in unison, seemingly both unsure whether we mean fuck, that was amazing or fuck, what did we just do?

“Go fuck somebody else and forget about me, please.”

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.

“Oh, I thought you changed your mind. Last time I called you sweetheart, you grabbed my cock. Mixed messages, Cass.”

I think I might have the tiniest crush on him, and that is so fucked up.

“Den, I love you like a brother. That’s the only reason I’m not knocking you out. Watch what you say about the mother of my child.”

Red: I have scalloped, baked, mashed, AND roasted for tonight. Cass: Weird way to propose, but yes.

“Absolutely fucking not. For as long as you’re carrying our baby, you’re not letting any strange men near you. If you’re that damn horny, you come to me. Use me. Got it?”

“Wow, that shut you up.” She breaks the silence after God knows how long. How long have I been thinking about Cass riding a silicone dick? “Mention a toy and you get so insecure you can’t function or what?” “Nah, I’ve done some team roping, sweetheart. I have no problem working with a teammate. Sometimes you need a header and a heeler.” That shuts her up.

There aren’t many places I’d rather be than on the back of the horse, far from civilization, with nothing but open skies and endless mountains. But these days I spend the entire time itching to get back to the barn, untack, shower, and drive to her house. My new favourite place on Earth is wherever Cassidy Bowman is.

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.

“Mmm, that’s not what you say when I’m inside you.”