Seeing Red (Wells Ranch #2)

by Bailey Hannah

If there’s one thing men have, it’s the fucking audacity.

“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.”

You fooled me, Cass. I thought you were just a cocktease but you’re a total fucking slut, aren’t you?” “No.” The word comes out hoarse, less than a whisper. I’m not. Not usually. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me right now. “Just tonight.” “Just for me.” “No.” Yes. But I’m not about to unpack why right now. “Fuck you.”

“Making those sounds with only my fingers—you’ll be screaming when I really fill you.” “God, you’re such a douchebag.” “And you’re going to look so fucking good stretched around my cock.”

“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.”

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.”

“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.

“If I’m a growly old farm dog, you’re a barn cat. If I keep feeding you, I doubt you’ll go anywhere.”

“Holy fuck…a girl,” he whispers—to himself, I think. I kick myself for not wearing waterproof mascara as I come away from wiping my tears with black streaks across my hands. I know my face is probably a disaster but I’m comforted by looking at the man gently crying next to me. At least we can both be weepy messes together. “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.”

I don’t want to be her friend. Her dirty secret. Her baby daddy. I want more than that. I want to be in her bed, making her come every night so she can sleep. I want to touch her in ways that aren’t even sexual—hold hands, stroke her hair, rub her sore back, and keep a hand firmly on her stomach while we sleep.

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

“I don’t even know if I’m capable of being a good man. I’ve never given a fuck about much…until you. But I want to do better for my girls. One day I want to be deserving of you.”

“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.

“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?”

“You saved me, you know,” I say with a hushed voice, trying to disguise the lump in my throat and the tears pricking at my eyes. Cass tilts her head to look at me, and the corner of her mouth quirks up. “Somebody had to—happy it was us.”