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“How about you, Red?”
Ew
Because apparently my type is a broody asshole cowboy whose handsome face I would currently like to stomp with the heel of my boot.
Lance: You’re the idiot who let her go.
I’ve never properly loved a woman before. Never wanted one like this.
The ladies in town have nothing on them.
This isn’t my home, but . . . I feel like I’m home.
If I smell like him, you smell like bullshit.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck the filth right out of your pretty mouth.”
“You heard me, Red. You keep barking at me like that and I’m going to put you on your knees, open those strawberry lips, and fuck your face just to shut you up.”
“Suck, Willa. Prove to me you’re good enough for the job and maybe I’ll give you my cock.”
“Eyes on me, baby. Let’s see it.”
“That’s my girl,”
My girl.
Right in the open, on his front deck.
“Fuck, Red. You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Cade Eaton is about to learn that the trick to a good blow job is enjoying giving them. And I love it.
If he thinks this is a one-time thing, he’s confused. I’m realizing his ex did a bigger number on him than I first imagined.
I’ve longed for you.
“No. I don’t want to talk anymore. Unless it’s to hear you explain why you think I’d let you suck me off and then not return the favor. What kind of assholes you been dating, Red?”
“I love listening to you talk, Red.”
Best blow job of my life because no girl has ever been that into giving one.
“Let me hear it, baby. Say thank you.”
If Willa is the playground, I want to fucking play. Period.
“Yeah, Red. I really need to hear you say it out loud.”
“These fucking tits have featured in my dreams for weeks,”
Because I fully intend to enjoy Willa Grant.
“I’m a fucking goner for you, Red.
“Right here, Red?”
“Is that what you want, Red? Let me hear you say it.”
“You women are witches. I don’t even want to know where these boots have been. Get them the fuck off.”
“Red, me telling you to do things”—I
has almost never worked.”
“Is that a thank-you, Red?”
“You still want me to fuck you, Red?”
A deep groan rumbles in my chest. A possessive one. A satisfied one.
The resistance. The jealousy. The longing looks. The solitary way he lives his life. It all makes so much more sense now.
Correction: even though he just finished me.
I fucking love it.
“Works for me, Red. You should see how pretty you look with your cheeks all pink. These perfect tits out. If you don’t get to work, I’m going to blow on your back rather than inside you.”
“Jesus Christ, Red. Are you trying to kill me?”
Just for me.
I’m not especially comfortable. And I fucking love it.
Because he’s up and ready to defile the twenty-five-year-old sprawled out in my bed. Again.
“What are you dreaming about, Red?”
should have taken one for the team sooner.”
“I think you should continue to take it for the team.”
I stare at them like a lovesick fool,
My dickhead dad calls from the front porch, actually making me jump.
Old Harvey’s fucking eagle eyes never miss a beat.
For him, she’s not a factor. For me, she should have been.
