Cowboy Casual (The Calloway Ranch #1)

by Holly Renee

She was fire, and I was fucking drowning in her.

She threw it back hard and fast like the liquor could burn the memory of me off her tongue. Good fucking luck, sweetheart.

“I know you, Blaire,” I murmured, my voice low and gritty. “It doesn’t matter how hard I tried to forget.”

But my mouth had other plans. “Put your hands on her again, and I’ll fucking break them.”

byeeee

“Is attention what you’re looking for?” His voice was low and rough. “You know you can always tell me what it is you need.”

I hated myself for ever letting her believe she was hard to love when loving her had been the easiest thing I’d ever done.

“Don’t call me daddy unless you want me to put you on your knees.” The words came out on a growl.

“He had every single part of you, the parts that haunt me in the dark when I can’t sleep, and he treated you like you weren’t enough.”

“And none of it stops me from caring about you. You may not want me, but let’s get real fucking clear that I have never stopped wanting you.”

Colt bristled at my back, and I thought he might leap the railing and tackle Grant right there on the gravel.

One second Colt’s hand was on my waist, the next he was gone. A streak of rage hurtling down the porch. Colt’s fist caught Grant square in the face with a sickening crack that echoed through the yard like a gunshot.

“He is now.” Hunter laughed, and Blaire blushed. “Blaire found a bigger boyfriend to beat her little boyfriend’s ass.”