“Are you going to the sale tomorrow, Wyatt?” she asked.
“Uh, I don’t think so,” he told her.
“You don’t think so? What kind of answer is that, Wyatt?” Gabe asked.
“I forgot about it.” Wyatt shrugged. “I don’t need to go this time.”
Wyatt noticed Jake and Gabe frowning at him, while Becca and Emma wore confused expressions, but Olivia was smiling at him. Shit!
“Maybe he has other plans,” Olivia volunteered. “Do you, Wyatt?”
Wyatt clenched his jaw and glared at her. She might be gorgeous, but she was such a pain in the ass. “I might. What’s it to you?”
At Emma and Becca’s gasps, he swore.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
Jake stood and glared at him. “Come with me,” he said to Wyatt.
Wyatt rolled his eyes as he stood and followed his brother to the kitchen. He knew he was in for an ass chewing. He sighed in exasperation as he took up the spot against the counter he’d just vacated. Jake pulled a ladder back chair out from the table, spun it around and straddled it. He raised an eyebrow at him.
“What the fuck is your problem? I know you’ve always been an ass around Liv but that was uncalled for.”
“You know Jake, I’ve been telling you this for years, you’re not my father,” Wyatt growled.
“No, I’m not but when you act like an ass, someone needs to call you on it.”
Wyatt groaned when Gabe entered the kitchen. “Don’t even start, Gabe.”
Gabe grinned at him and leaned against the doorjamb. “I’m not starting anything. I just wanted to see this.”
Wyatt straightened up. “Fuck you both. I’m not a child…”
“Then quit acting like one,” Jake said through clenched teeth. “We love Liv and don’t like seeing her hurt and whether you want to admit it or not, you hurt her every time you ignore her. And this shit of talking to her like you just did stops now.”
Wyatt glared at Jake, and then walked toward the door where Gabe stood. When Gabe didn’t move, he glared at him. “Don’t make me move you, Gabe.”
Gabe smiled at him. “You can try it, little brother, but with two of us here, you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.”
“You two need to back off. Wyatt didn’t mean anything by it,” Olivia said from behind Gabe. All three brothers looked at her. She shrugged. “It didn’t bother me. Really,” she said smiling at Jake and Gabe.
“See? It didn’t bother her. Now move, Gabe.” Wyatt narrowed his eyes at his brother. Gabe kept grinning but stepped back to let him pass. Wyatt walked into the living room and took a seat in one of the recliners. He raised his eyebrow at Becca and Emma because they continued to stare at him.
“I don’t understand you, Wyatt.” Becca shook her head.
Wyatt didn’t say anything. He just sat in the chair and hoped the night would pass by quickly. As soon as possible, he was out of here. He glanced up when Jake, Gabe, and Olivia re-entered the room. He watched her take a seat beside Becca and Emma on the sofa. When she looked over at him, she winked. He quickly glanced around at everyone but no one seemed to notice. His gaze shifted back to her and he stared at her. She kept a smile on her face. Wyatt wiped his hand over his face to hide a grin. Damn, she was nothing but trouble with a capital T and he couldn’t wait to get her into bed again.
* * * *
Later sitting beside him at the table, Olivia joined in the conversation going on around the table. Wyatt remained quiet, only joining in when someone directed a question at him.
She leaned toward him slightly and whispered. “Are you pouting, cowboy?”
His head snapped up and he glanced around the table. “Stop it,” he muttered.
She laughed. “Stop what? No one is noticing a thing. You know, eventually they’ll know we’re dating. They’re not stupid.”
“You got that shit, right. They’re too damn smart,” Wyatt said in a low growl.
Olivia moved her hand to his knee and he jerked. “What are you doing after dinner?” Her hand moved slowly up his thigh.
“Jesus Christ, Olivia. Stop it,” he hissed squirming a bit.
She laughed low in her throat and inched her hand up higher to his fly. Her hand cupped him through the denim. She smiled when she felt him grow hard. His hand wrapped around her wrist but when she thought he was going to remove it, he moved her hand up and down his hard length through his jeans. Her fingers slowly lowered his zipper and her hand snaked inside to his hard shaft. When he groaned and covered it with a cough, she almost burst out laughing, but it soon backfired on her. Feeling his smooth, hard cock under her fingers had her squirming in her seat. She slowly removed her hand. The house suddenly seemed too hot. She glanced up at him from under her lashes only to find him staring at her.
“I’ll get you back for that,” he said quietly.
“I can’t wait,” Olivia whispered. She laughed when he growled.
“Did you say something, Wyatt?” Jake asked.
“Nope, didn’t say a thing, Jake.”
“We’re just talking, Jake. Everything’s fine,” Olivia said, and then almost burst out laughing at the surprised looks on their faces. They seemed shocked to hear she and Wyatt were talking. She was startled when she felt Wyatt’s hand on her knee.
“Yeah, we’re just…talking,” Wyatt added.
Olivia turned her head slightly toward him. “Move it or lose it, cowboy,” she said in a low menacing tone.
Wyatt chuckled. “Payback’s a bitch, darlin’.”
“Oh, you can pay me back, Wyatt, just not now.” Olivia smiled at him.
Wyatt leaned toward her as he removed his hand. “I’m going to pay you back from head to toe, darlin’, and everywhere in between. You can bet your sweet ass on that.” His eyes moved over her from her head to her butt. “And I know it’s a sweet ass for sure.”
Olivia groaned. She was in so much trouble here, but she couldn’t wait to get out of here and be with him.
Chapter Five
An hour later, Wyatt was ready to go. He’d sat through the rest of dinner as well as after dinner conversation, but now he was getting antsy…or maybe he was just horny. He glanced over toward Olivia, and almost groaned. The woman was so hot and he wanted her now. He quickly stood, drawing everyone’s attention.
“I’m heading home. I’m tired,” he told them.
“It’s too early to call it a night, little brother. We’re getting up early and we’re not ready to call it a night yet,” Jake told him.
Wyatt shrugged. “I’ve had a long day. A problem with a horse and I’m beat.” He nodded at Emma. “Thank you for dinner, Em. It was great as usual.” He glanced around to the others. “Goodnight everyone.” He practically ran from the room and out to his truck.
When he pulled up to his house, he wondered how long it would be before Olivia arrived. He entered the house and let Bear out then took his coat and hat off. He walked toward the living room and after settling into his recliner, he picked up the remote and turned on the television. He glanced over to where his grandfather clock sat in the corner. Shit! He’d only been home five minutes. Where in the hell was she? She should have been right behind him. He sighed as he flipped through the channels. There wasn’t a damn thing on he was interested in watching.
God damn it! He should have gotten her cell phone number. He’d be calling her right now, that’s for sure.
He stood and walked toward the kitchen when he heard Bear barking. Opening the back door, he peered out into the yard but saw nothing out of the ordinary and he especially didn’t see Olivia’s sports utility vehicle. Where was she?
He whistled for Bear. The dog leaped onto the porch and entered the house. Wyatt stared down his driveway and only saw darkness. Shaking his head, he entered the house and headed toward his bedroom. Maybe he’d read her signals wrong and she wasn’t going to show up.
Shit! She wanted to go out on a date. Was that what she’d expected? Wyatt
groaned as he thought about it again. The small town of Clifton would have a field day once they saw Olivia and him out together. He supposed he could take her to dinner in Hartland. There was a nice restaurant there. He swore at the thought. He hated dating. Women expected too much with dating. They started thinking in terms of long term relationships. Surely, Olivia didn’t want that, did she?
He took his flannel shirt off then pulled his T-shirt over his head. He sat on the bed to remove his boots when Bear started barking again. Wyatt walked toward the kitchen.
“Damn it, Bear. What is it?” He walked to the door and looked out. Headlights were coming toward the house. He opened the back door, stepped onto the porch, and leaned against a column when he saw Olivia’s SUV stop by the steps, and then she hopped out. She leaned back against her vehicle.
“A little chilly to be out without a shirt on, isn’t it, cowboy?” She smiled up at him.
“I was heading to bed,” he told her.
Olivia walked up the steps and past him, going inside the house. “I’m just in time then,” she threw over her shoulder.
He sighed and shook his head. She was going to be the death of him. He turned to follow her inside. She smiled at him as she took her jacket off. Wyatt walked toward her, took her jacket, and hung it on the back of a stool. When he turned to face her again, he almost groaned. She was the most exquisite woman he’d ever set eyes on. He folded his arms to keep himself from pulling her into his arms.
“What took you so long?” he asked.
Olivia sighed. “Becca and Emma kept talking. I had a hard time getting out of there. Even Jake wanted to go and I know Gabe was ready for bed.” She stepped closer to him. “Did you think I wasn’t going to show?”
Wyatt shrugged. “Didn’t matter.”
Olivia burst out laughing. “Really? So…if I decide to leave now, it wouldn’t matter to you?”
He shrugged again but when she reached for her jacket, he pulled her into his arms.
“Hell yes, it would matter,” he said before pressing his lips to hers. Olivia moaned as her arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled her tighter against him, but then she leaned back from him.
“I can feel how much it would matter. Now, what do you want to do about this?” She pressed against him.
Wyatt picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “I’ll show you what I want to do about this.”
After entering his bedroom, he carried her to the bed and dropped her down on it. He sat on the edge of the bed and took his boots off then stood and removed his jeans before stretching out beside her.
“You are so beautiful, Olivia,” he whispered against her lips. Olivia smiled at him before pressing her lips against his, and that fast, he was lost. He was on a downward spiral and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
* * * *
Olivia ran her hands over his whiskered cheeks. If she lived to be one hundred years old, she’d never get enough of this man. Her fingers sifted through his thick, black hair as she slowly moved her tongue into his mouth. When he moaned, she smiled against his mouth.
“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” Wyatt asked pulling back to look at her.
“I like hearing you moan for me,” she whispered.
Wyatt chuckled. “I like the noises you make too.”
“I don’t make noises,” she said.
“The hell you don’t.” He pressed his lips to hers and when his tongue entered her mouth, she moaned low and sexy. Wyatt raised his head. “Right there,” he said.
She laughed. “Oh, those noises.”
Wyatt’s kiss cut her laughter off and she felt his hands go to the snap of her jeans. She raised her hips for him. He pulled her jeans and panties down, and off together. He then lifted her sweater off over her head and removed her bra. Although she was completely naked in front of him, she felt no embarrassment. He’d already seen her this way, so there was no sense in being shy now. Besides, being shy wasn’t something she usually felt. She reached for his boxer briefs and pushed them off him then pushed him to his back.
Wyatt stared up at her. She grinned as her hand wrapped around his hard shaft and she pumped her hand up and down his hard length, slowly. His head went back and his eyes closed. She leaned down, kissed the swollen head, and then ran her tongue along the length of him. Wyatt’s hands plunged into her hair, and when she moved her mouth down over him as far as she could, she heard him hiss in a harsh breath. Her hand wrapped around the base as her mouth moved up and down his length. With her other hand, she cupped his balls and gently caressed them. His groans were turning her on. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands away. She raised her head and looked at him.
“Don’t make me handcuff you,” she told him.
Wyatt’s breath whooshed out. “It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if you had handcuffs.”
“Oh, I do, cowboy, and I’m not afraid to use them. Now just relax and let me take care of you.” She put her mouth back over him and smiled when he groaned again. Her hand pumped his length as she sucked on him. She ran her tongue up and down his length, and then took him into her mouth again. His cock seemed to grow harder, and she knew he was close.
“Olivia…Christ! You have to stop now…”
She laughed. “You really don’t want me to stop, cowboy. Relax.”
“Relax? Who the fuck can relax?” Wyatt groaned low in his chest.
She took him deep in her mouth and felt him stiffen. His hands fisted in her hair as a long, low growl tore from his chest, and he came. Olivia continued to suck on him until he lay spent and breathless. She crawled up his body and gently kissed his lips.
“You okay?”
Wyatt raised his head and looked at her. “Yes. That was fantastic. Thank you.”
Olivia laughed. “You’re welcome.” She lay down beside him.
Wyatt rolled toward her and pressed his lips to hers. “You have got to be the sexiest woman I know.” His lips moved to her ear. He took the lobe between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth. She shivered and felt him grin.
“Something funny, cowboy?”
Wyatt chuckled. “No ma’am.”
She smiled with a sigh when he moved down her neck to her breasts. He palmed one in his hand and ran his tongue over the other one to her nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked on it, and pulled it into a tight peak. She pulled his head tighter against her.
* * * *
Wyatt moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention. He could spend all night just on her breasts, but he had a certain destination in mind as he kissed his way down her flat stomach to her belly button. He dipped his tongue into it, and then moved down toward her feminine curls. He grinned when he saw that small patch. He spread her legs wide, running his tongue along her slit, and then lapped at her.
“You’re wet, darlin’.”
“I enjoyed what I did for you,” she whispered then gasped when he moved his tongue over her clitoris.
“I knew you’d taste this good,” he murmured against her. He settled his mouth over her and sucked on her. She pulled his hair making him chuckle. He dipped his tongue inside her before sliding his tongue back up to her clitoris—again, and again. He inserted two fingers as he sucked on her and felt her inner muscles clenching. She screamed as she came. Wyatt slowly kissed his way back up her body to her lips.
“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” he whispered against her lips.
Olivia groaned. “Yes,” she hissed.
He reached down between them, ran his finger up and down her folds, and then ran his finger over her lips. “You taste fantastic, Olivia, don’t you?”
“Wyatt…”
“Don’t you?” he asked again.
“Yes. Yes,” she whispered.
He pressed his lips to hers just as he inched into her. She gasped against his lips. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and rode her hard, and deep. Wyatt sat back on his heels and thrust into her. It wasn’t long before he
heard her breathing change, and cry out as she came. Her orgasm sent him over the edge and he growled her name out as he tumbled over too.
He fell to the bed beside her and tried to catch his breath. Sex with Olivia was…ah hell…he had no words for it. It had never been better. With anyone. Ever.
He glanced over at her.
“You all right?”
Olivia started laughing. “To use your words…that was fantastic. Thank you.”
Wyatt chuckled and rolled toward her. “You’re welcome, darlin’.”
He pulled her close to him and as their bodies began to cool, he reached down and pulled the quilt over them. He would just close his eyes for a few minutes.
* * * *
The sunlight streaming in through the window woke Olivia. She stretched and opened her eyes. After glancing around the room, she realized she wasn’t in her apartment but still at Wyatt’s home. She sat up quickly and glanced toward the other side of the bed. He was gone. She ran her hand over where he’d slept. It felt cool so he’d been gone a while. She glanced around for a clock and saw the one on the bedside table. She gasped when she saw it was ten o’clock. Getting up quickly, she looked for her clothes. Not having time for a shower, she dressed and practically ran through the house. The smell of coffee stopped her for a few seconds, but she kept going. She had to get to the B and B, shower, and get to work. Stacy was probably wondering where she was. Olivia never stayed out all night.
As she ran out the back door, she looked toward the barn but didn’t see anyone. Shrugging, she hopped into her SUV and tore out of the driveway. Why had he let her sleep so late? She groaned remembering the night before.
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