Seeing Red (Wells Ranch #2)

by Bailey Hannah

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?”

“Before you backhand me, I’m not trying to be your boyfriend. We’ve fucked without feelings before so, if you need an orgasm, I’ll give it to you. No feelings. You don’t have to like me to fuck me, and we both know it was great last time—even if you don’t want to admit you love my cock. But some random dude’s dick will not be inside of you while my baby still is.”

“Think you can handle a girl?” “Fuck yeah, I can. We’ll paint our nails, then go work cows together.” “You’re going to paint your nails?” The way I’m blubbering, I feel drunk. “Abso-fucking-lutely. Painted nails, hair bows, whatever she wants. Not ashamed at all of being wrapped around her finger.”

Want to know what I was picturing last night? I was thinking about burying my cock in this tight cunt, feeling you squeeze around me, hearing you moan my name, painting your fucking insides with my cum.”

“Is this what you’ve been craving? Ride me harder, sweetheart. Take what you need. Use me.”

“Just… if you ever decide you want to date somebody, consider giving me a chance? Get some sleep, Cass. Sweet dreams.”

“You’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. The next time you start to wonder if I’m attracted to you, I want you to remember what you do to me. I’m so fucking hard for you all the goddamn time. The whole time you were gone, I couldn’t even think about you without needing to fuck my hand. You kill me. And I know it’s hard for you to watch your body change, but on the days you hate it, I’m going to love it enough for the both of us. You’re incredible, sweetheart. And I’m obsessed with you—with this perfect body of yours.”

Cass is single-handedly making me the man I want to be. She’s salvaging the broken pieces from the wreckage, sifting through the bad and finding the good, loving me despite the fact I’m a mess. Maybe, a little voice in the back of my head chirps—a thought I’ve been dismissing aggressively before now—maybe I can be good enough for Cassidy. Maybe I can be everything she needs. Maybe I can be her dream as much as she’s always been mine.