Seeing Red (Wells Ranch #2)

by Bailey Hannah

Oh! Can’t forget to mention that the author is not responsible for any unplanned pregnancies that occur as a result of reading this book. Double up on that birth control, friends.

My beer bottle slams into the sticky picnic table with such intensity, it’s astounding it doesn’t break. Although, if it broke, I’d have something to cut my ex-boyfriend’s arrogant face with. And that scenario doesn’t sound half bad.

Cassidy Bowman is so far out of my league, but I’ve tortured myself for years watching her from afar.

Easier said than fucking done. I’ve never ignored her. I’ve paid more attention to Cassidy than I can ever admit. Have since the day I met the sassy six-year-old version of her on the playground over twenty years ago. Maybe I’ve made it seem like I don’t see her, but we wouldn’t have hooked up in the first place if I usually ignored her.

My fingernails are gnawed to stubs by the time I work up a response. “No, Cass. If you say it’s mine, then I’m right here with you. I want to be here, involved as much as I can be. I’ll pay for shit, change fucking diapers, whatever you need. At least, until your dad skins me alive.”

“Fuck that. If I’m in, I’m all the way in. I’m not just going to be the father who buys the odd box of diapers and visits on Christmas. You think you hate me now? Watch how annoying I can be if you don’t accept my help.”

“Speaking of which, you should invite her here for dinner.” Kate’s back to being giddy again. I think she wants us all to live in a big commune here on the ranch, with a million feral farm kids running around while the women drink iced tea on the porch. Or beer, knowing Kate.

A few months ago, I would’ve scoffed at the idea of her even looking in my direction. A future where Cass and I are together? Absolutely fucking not. Keep dreaming. But now? I would die for the opportunity to prove I’m at least worth taking a chance on.

“Plus, I’m single and would like somebody out there to find me attractive when this is all over.” “Fuck that. You’ll be a smoke show no matter what.”

There’s a long pause while I try to keep my blood from boiling over, try not to slam on the fucking brakes and ravage her. For one, because she stupidly thinks she isn’t hot. For two, because the thought of another man touching her makes me want to smash my knuckles against the truck dash.

“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.”

My new favorite place on Earth is wherever Cassidy Bowman is.

“Relax. I only mean you won’t hesitate to fuck somebody up if they mess with the people you care about, but you wouldn’t dream of hurting the people you love.” “And you figure you’re one of those people?” She absolutely is. Tops the list, honestly.

Cass presses Play, and we return to the show. Well, she returns to the show. I’m having a hard time paying attention to whatever Courtney F. and Sara P. are bitching about when the most incredible girl in the world is sitting across from me. Instead, I watch her with complete adoration.

My only regret is not finding a way to be here with her sooner—years sooner.

“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.”

“The guy should always sleep closest to the door, for safety. What if somebody broke in?” “I’ve been living here alone for years, and you think tonight is the night somebody finally breaks in?”

“Looking like I ate an entire horse isn’t sexy.” “Are you shitting me? You’re growing our baby girl and that’s incredible, Cass.” I kiss her warm, soft skin again. Any hope of fucking her without feeling anything is long gone. And I think she knows it. “You never need to worry about me thinking that’s not beautiful. Or that you aren’t beautiful.”

“Now you’re going to play shy, huh? You started this, baby. 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.”

“Sit on my face, sweetheart,” I demand, lying down next to her. “What?” She blinks at me and, for a second, I worry I’ve pushed her too far. “You heard me. Sit that sweet pussy down on my mouth. Wrap those pretty thighs around my head and fuck my face. Let me taste you. Let me look up at your perfect fucking body while you come.”

She tastes like no other man should ever be allowed to have her.

“Quit hovering. Sit. Full fucking body weight, sweetheart.”

What I would give to eat her out for breakfast every fucking morning.

I could wear her like a fucking hockey mask all day, but my dick is so hard it’s throbbing. I need to be inside her more than I’ve ever needed anything. She shimmies down my body, leaving her wetness on my bare chest like she’s marking me with her scent. Good. I want to be hers.

Moaning, she arches her back, and a small stream of my cum drips out of her. Without a second thought—knowing it won’t make her any more pregnant than she already is—I save it with the tip of my finger and slowly slide it back inside her.

“Sorry, I’ve been…really horny lately. Then I woke up to a muscley, tattooed man in my bed and I couldn’t stop myself.” “You do that anytime you want, like I told you. If you need it, come to me.”

I know we’re playing with fire. But, fuck, we burn so good.

“Fuck, Cass. You’re a fucking dream with my hand around your beautiful neck and my cock buried in your tight pussy.”

“Not at all. With the childhood I had, I didn’t think I’d ever want kids of my own. But I wouldn’t change a second of this. In fact, if I could go back to the rodeo night, I’d skip the condom entirely, to be really sure that we still end up here. Little Spud is the best thing to happen to me. You are the best thing to happen to me.”

“Let’s get one thing straight—there’s nothing to be an asshole about because your body is fucking flawless. I’m gonna tell you exactly how perfect it is the entire time those gorgeous pink lips are wrapped around my cock tonight, until you stop questioning whether I find you sexy. And, if you still insist on talking shit about yourself, I’ll tangle my hands in that blond hair of yours and shove my cock so far down your pretty little throat, you won’t be able to say anything at all.”

“I am so fucking attracted to you. When you showed up here tonight, it took everything in me not to immediately start kissing and touching every inch of you. Every time I see you, I think you can’t possibly get more beautiful. And you somehow keep proving me wrong…. I told you before that I’ll always find this”—his hands smooth over my stomach—“beautiful. I meant what I said. Your body is fucking perfect in my eyes. Pregnant, not pregnant. So please come with me. I know you want a bath.”

“Little Spud. You were the first to feel it—like I promised. It’s been getting hard to dodge hands on my stomach lately, but you deserved to feel her before anybody else. She goes wild every time I have a bath, so I was hoping you’d get this.”

“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.”

I seriously doubt anything I do will make him think I’m better than my dad. But if Cass wants me to be her man, I’ll die trying to prove myself. As long as she thinks I’m worthy, the rest of the world can go to hell.

Despite how long I spent drifting, loving him was as inevitable as the January snow.

Chase sits down next to me and rests his hand on my thigh, filling my chest with butterflies. We’re really doing this thing. It’s possible nobody can even see his hand under the table, but it feels like a public declaration.

“I didn’t say it because I expect you to say it back. You don’t ever have to. I-I’ve never loved someone before, so I don’t know how to do this sort of shit. But you’re the only one for me, and I can’t keep lying to you. Can’t keep pretending I don’t feel this way. Whether you want it or not, my heart belongs to you. Please don’t hate me for it.”

I wasn’t exactly doing anything to help my case, even though I’ve liked you for years. Maybe it was selfish of me to agree to hook up at the rodeo when you didn’t know all of this, but how could I turn it down? My dream girl was finally giving me a shred of attention beyond the sassy comments I lived for every time I saw you. Then you told me you were pregnant, and it felt like I finally had my chance. I’ve been busting my ass ever since because I want you to see me.”

“Because you wouldn’t kiss me with tobacco in my lip, and I wasn’t about to risk losing an opportunity. Besides, I don’t really feel the need to when I’m with you.”

Slipping her winter boots on and tying the laces tight, I glance up to find her loving every second of this treatment. I know she’s going to get a kick out of pushing me around for the next couple weeks, not understanding that the harder she makes me work for it, the deeper in love I fall.

“You know ‘light activity’ doesn’t mean I can’t leave the couch, right?” “But you don’t need to because I’m here.”

Spending every night wrapped around her in bed and waking up smelling her shampoo is all I’ve ever wanted.

“You did it, sweetheart. You fucking did it. I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and incredible and, holy shit, I fucking love you.”

“I love her so much but, like, she kind of looks like a potato, right? Did I eat too many and make a potato baby? Did we jinx it by calling her Little Spud?” I laugh and gently cover her tiny ears. “Shush. Hazel’s the most beautiful tiny potato.”

“You know how to braid?” “Sweetheart, I was born to be a girl dad.”

“You’re amazing. You know that?” “You’ve only told me four hundred times in the five hours since she was born.” “If I said it every time the thought popped up in my head, it would be three times that number…at least.”

“You’re my two girls, my world, my entire reason.”

“Why you running, sweetheart?” Out of breath, he smashes his lips to mine. I huff, holding a palm to my burning chest. “Wanted…to see…if you’d chase me.” “Of course I’d chase you. Always have. Always will.”