“Maybe you should just let Sam find his own woman.”
Olivia huffed. “Men. Sam just needs a good push.”
“Not our problem, darlin’.” He kissed her when she opened her mouth to say something, and then pulled back. “Let it go, Olivia. Sam has no problem getting women and you have a more pressing thing to worry about.”
Olivia leaned back in his arms. “Oh really, and what would that be, cowboy?”
“Me.” Wyatt took her hand, and led her from the town hall and out to his truck.
Chapter Fourteen
The Clifton Bed and Breakfast closed for the winter, and Sharon moved into a motel in town. Olivia was happy she was gone but in reality, she knew Sharon would show up again. Olivia had no idea how to get her to leave and never come back other than give her the money. She exhaled a long breath as she finished answering emails and setting up reservations for next May. It still amazed her how well the B and B had done. The little town of fifteen hundred was thrilled it was doing so well because if the B and B did well, the town did well too. People seemed to love visiting the little town of Clifton, since so many guests were repeat customers.
When someone knocked on the back door, Olivia frowned and felt a little apprehensive since the B and B was closed, and she was here alone. She cautiously opened her apartment door and peered around the refrigerator to look to the back door. She smiled when she saw Wyatt, and quickly ran to let him in. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
“Hi, darlin’,” he said against her lips.
“Hi, yourself. What are you doing here?”
“I came to get you. Come home with me. I’ve missed you.”
Olivia reared back. “Seriously?”
Wyatt nodded. “Go pack some clothes. Not too many though. I like you naked,” he said grinning at her.
She didn’t argue with that request but hurried back to her apartment. She threw some things quickly into a suitcase, hollered for Punkin, and ran back to the kitchen. Wyatt was leaning against the counter with his arms folded and his booted feet crossed. His head was down. She couldn’t contain a moan. He was so hot. She’d seen him like this before and it always turned her on. His head snapped up and he grinned at her with pure sex appeal.
Olivia set her suitcase down, stepped up to him, pushed up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. His arms went around her as he deepened the kiss. When his tongue entered her mouth, she groaned and ran her hands under his T-shirt and up over his chest. Her nails scraped his pecs. Wyatt moaned low in his throat as he moved his lips across her cheek to her ear. He took her lobe between his teeth and tugged on it. She felt him grin when she shivered. His lips moved down her neck. He lightly bit her making her gasp. All of a sudden, he straightened up, picked up the suitcase, grabbed her hand, and pulled her out the door. Olivia grinned.
“In a hurry, cowboy?” she asked with a laugh as he pulled her along.
“Yes. Get in your car and I’ll see you at the ranch.” Wyatt shut the door on her SUV after she and Punkin had settled in, and then he ran to his truck with her suitcase.
Olivia laughed as she started her car and pulled out behind him. She followed him to his ranch with a big grin on her face the entire time. Once they pulled up to the house, they parked the vehicles and entered the house together. She barely made it in the door before Wyatt spun her around, pushing her back against it and leaning into her. Both of them moaned when their lips met.
She grabbed his hat off and threw it to the floor, and then pulled his T-shirt over his head. Her nails scraped down his chest, and over his rippled stomach to the snap on his jeans. She pulled the zipper down, snaked her hand inside, and wrapped her fingers around him. He pushed into her hand and groaned when she tightened her grip. After a moment, his hands went to her sweater and pulled it over her head.
Olivia reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled it off, and tossed it. Wyatt’s hands went to the snap of her jeans and opened them. He pushed them down, along with her panties. She stepped out of them. Wyatt dropped to his knees in front of her. His mouth roamed over her stomach and down to her curls. He pushed his tongue through them to her clitoris, and in response, Olivia grabbed a handful of his hair. Wyatt lifted her leg over his shoulder, holding her hips in his hands while his tongue moved over her, and he scraped his teeth against her.
Olivia threw her head back against the door and shuddered as her orgasm shook her. She cried out his name as she came. Wyatt slowly moved up her body and lifted her other leg to encircle his waist, and thrust into her hard. He pressed his lips to hers as he moved against her. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held onto him tight.
“Come with me, sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips.
She moaned. “Yes.”
He moved against her faster and harder. “Now, Olivia.”
She moved her hips against him and groaned as she came. Wyatt growled her name out as he joined her. Spent, he rested his forehead against hers as they both tried to catch their breath.
“That’s twice you’ve had me against a door,” she said between breaths.
Wyatt chuckled. “Any splinters this time?”
Her breath rushed out in a laugh. “No.”
Her let her legs down and swore softly. “Damn. I wanted to pull them out for you.” He caught her when her knees began to buckle. “You all right, darlin’?”
“I’m wonderful.” She kissed his lips, and then picked up her clothes heading toward the living room.
“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked.
She smiled over her shoulder.
“To take a shower.” She laughed when she heard him following her and knowing he was watching her naked ass.
Two days later, Olivia sat at Wyatt’s kitchen table answering emails for the B and B. The phone rang, but she shook her head. There was no way she was answering it—not after what happened the last time. Wyatt must have answered it since it quit ringing. She knew he was in his office working, so she headed that way. She could hear his deep voice as he spoke on the phone. She shivered with arousal remembering his voice whispering in her ear.
She stopped in the doorway. Wyatt glanced over to her and signaled for her to come in. She walked slowly around his office. One wall was nothing but glass. It had a gorgeous view of the back pastures. She knew the room opposite the office was his bedroom because there was a matching wall of glass in his bedroom too, but it had a view of the large in-ground swimming pool. Heated, with underwater lights, they’d spent a lot of time in it, swimming until all hours. Olivia loved the time they’d spent in it together.
As she strolled around the room, her gaze landed on a picture sitting on the bookshelf behind Wyatt. She moved closer and picked it up. It was an image of Wyatt sitting on Cochise in a competition. His hat sat low on his forehead and his hands were holding onto the saddle horn. Cochise had his hooves buried in the wood shavings as he stared down a calf. It was the sexiest picture Olivia had ever seen. She ran her finger over the image of man and horse. Smiling, she set it back on the shelf and another image caught her eye. This one was of the Marine symbol. The same one Wyatt had tattooed on his bicep.
Olivia gasped when Wyatt grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap.
“I didn’t know you were off the phone.” She laughed.
“I’ve been off the phone for a few minutes,” Wyatt said against her neck.
“What does Semper Fi mean? I know it has something to do with the Marines, but I’m not sure what.”
“It’s short for Semper Fidelis, which is Latin for Always Faithful. It’s the code of the Marines and means a Marine can always count on a fellow Marine.”
“Were you in combat?”
“I was in Afghanistan for eighteen months. I was a sniper, which you already know. I was the best.” He shrugged. She knew he wasn’t bragging, but just stating a fact.
Olivia knew just how good he was. He’d saved Becca from being shot by Steve Harris, and then again at
Becca and Jake’s wedding reception when the brother of Harris tried to kill her family. Wyatt saved a good many people that night. The man was shooting at anyone and everyone, and someone had to stop him. She hugged him and stood.
“I love this picture of you and Cochise.” She smiled picking it up again. “Who took it?”
“A local newspaper…I think it was about three years ago. They sent me a copy.”
Olivia nodded and put it back on the shelf but she couldn’t stop looking at it. Wyatt wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.
“I’m hungry,” he said nuzzling his face against her neck.
“I’m not going to say I am. You’ll just make fun of me.” She pouted.
Wyatt laughed. “I wouldn’t do that, darlin’.” He led her toward the kitchen.
Later that evening, Wyatt touched a match to the wood in the fireplace then they sat on the couch, curled up together to watch television. They no sooner got comfortable than they began arguing over what to watch. Wyatt wanted to watch a football game and Olivia wanted to watch a movie. He grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap.
“If we can’t decide what to watch, we may as well go to bed,” he said.
Olivia frowned. “Are you sleepy?”
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping, sweetheart.”
She pulled out of his arms and got to her feet. “Well in that case, let’s go cowboy.” She ran down the hallway and started laughing when she heard him running behind her. He caught her and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Must you always carry me like this?” She grunted even as she smiled.
Wyatt chuckled as he carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them, carried her to the bed and slowly lowered her to it. He lay down beside her, kissing her. She shoved him to his back and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. Her hands went to the snap of his jeans, and then she slowly lowered the zipper before pulling them down his legs. She threw them across the room and then reached for his boxer briefs. She could see his hard shaft straining against them. Giving an evil grin, she pulled them off him.
“You have too many clothes on, darlin’.” Wyatt reached for her.
“Keep your hands to yourself, cowboy.” Olivia grinned as she ran her tongue around his nipples and down his hard abs. He hissed in a breath when her tongue touched the tip of him. His hands clenched in her hair. She pulled her hair back over her shoulders. Her tongue ran the length of him, up and down, around the rim, and then down the length again. She covered him with her mouth and sucked hard.
She heard him groan long and low in his throat. His hips jerked and his hands let go of her hair to move to the bed where they fisted in the sheet. She heard his breathing growing heavier.
“Olivia…you have to stop, sweetheart,” he panted.
“Give me a minute.”
Wyatt’s breath rushed out in a rough laugh. “I don’t have a minute.”
Olivia grinned. “Sure you do.”
He growled and tried to pull her away from him. She tightened her grip on him.
“Behave, Wyatt. Just relax and enjoy, cowboy.” She continued until she felt him stiffen and she heard a groan tear from deep in his chest as he came. His head went back and his fingers tightened in her hair again. She didn’t let up until he lay completely spent trying to catch his breath. She climbed her way up his body, kissing every bit of hot skin her lips met until she reached his mouth. She kissed him.
“You all right?” Olivia asked him, and then laughed when all he could do was nod his head.
Wyatt lifted his head to look at her. “Wow.”
She laughed again. “Yeah, wow. Didn’t we have this conversation before?”
He joined her laughter. “I believe so.” He rolled her to her back and moved over her. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Why not? You do it for me.” Olivia frowned up at him.
Wyatt grunted. “I know but…” He shrugged.
“I know what you’re saying and know that I wanted to do it for you.” She raised her eyebrow. “You didn’t like it?”
He kissed her. “Are you kidding? I loved it!”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m glad.”
“Now, let me return the favor,” he whispered as he began moving down her body.
“You don’t have to do that.” She moaned when his tongue circled her nipple, and then moved lower.
“I know I don’t. I want to. I love the way you taste, Olivia.” His mouth moved down over her stomach and her excitement increased. Then his tongue moved lower to touch her clitoris.
Olivia gasped as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and feasted on her. Her hands clenched fistfuls of his hair as she screamed out when her orgasm hit her. Wyatt moved up her body and nudged her legs further apart.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he said as he thrust into her while she was still shaking from her orgasm.
“I see no problem with that.” Her breath rushed out in a low satisfied moan.
Wyatt grinned at her and made love to her slowly and thoroughly. Completely sated, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * *
Olivia returned to the B and B to help Becca, Emma, and Stacy clean it up and ready it for the winter months. Working as a team, they dusted, ran the vacuum, and tossed sheets over the furniture. While having lunch in the kitchen, they all frowned when the bell at the front desk rang. All of them strode to the foyer and halted in unison when they saw Sharon standing there. Olivia made a face of apparent disgust.
“We’re closed. What are you doing here?” Olivia watched as Sharon’s eyes scanned the women then she smiled at them.
“You know why I’m here, Olivia. We need to talk,” Sharon told her.
Olivia moved toward her. “We have nothing to talk about. I told you and Wyatt told you. You will get no money from us.” The women behind her gasped loudly.
“You’re here for money?” Emma practically shouted.
Olivia smiled knowing her friends had her back. “She wants seventy-five thousand dollars. Extortion, I believe it’s called.”
Sharon smiled at her. “That’s not true, Olivia. I simply want to borrow it.”
Olivia snorted. “Like anyone is ever going to believe that crap.”
Sharon shrugged. “We need to speak in private.”
Olivia glanced over her shoulder to her friends and nodded. “It’s fine. She won’t be staying long.”
After a slight hesitation, the women left Olivia and Sharon alone. Olivia turned to stare at Sharon.
“I want that money, Olivia. Did you get it?” Sharon asked.
“No. I told you I’m not giving you any money. You may as well leave Clifton.”
“You really shouldn’t give me an attitude, Olivia. I want that money and I want it now.”
Olivia leaned in close to Sharon. “Not going to happen.”
Sharon jerked back. “What do you mean? You really have no idea what you’re doing by not giving me that money. I know how crazy you are over Wyatt. Do you really want to see him hurt?”
“Wyatt can take care of himself.” Olivia shrugged. “He does dangerous things every day.” She hoped Sharon wouldn’t call her bluff. Inside, she was terrified Sharon would make good on her threat. All of a sudden Sharon laughed.
“Oh, you’re good, honey, almost as good as your mother but not quite. The thing is you are scared I’ll have him hurt, or take him away from you. You just want me to think you don’t care.”
Olivia shrugged again. “Think what you want.”
Sharon chewed on her bottom lip. “You’re in love with him. I know you wouldn’t want him hurt.” She leaned closer. “But know this, daughter of mine I will do anything I can to get that money. Anything.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Wyatt growled as he strode into the foyer.
Olivia watched as Sharon’s eyes shifted toward him. Olivia did the same. His hair was damp on
the ends as if he’d just stepped from the shower. She wanted to groan because he looked so good. His eyes moved to her and then back to Sharon.
“I came to speak with my…Olivia,” Sharon said.
“I’m sure Olivia’s not interested in anything you have to say.” He glanced over to Olivia and raised a brow. She nodded in agreement.
“We’ll talk again, Olivia,” Sharon muttered.
Olivia watched with relief as the woman who had given birth to her spun on her heel and left the premises. The breath whooshed out of her as she sat back on the stool behind the counter. She put her hands over her face. What was she going to do? She was her mother yet all she could think of was that she had to get Sharon to leave. If it took money to accomplish that then Olivia would give it to her…anything, anything at all to get her out of her life.
“Are you all right, darlin’?” Wyatt put his arm around her.
“I should just give her the money so she’ll go away.”
“No.” Wyatt’s voice booked no argument.
She gazed up at him. “If it will make her leave—”
“No,” he said through clenched teeth. “Let Sam do his job. Maybe he’ll find something on her. Just give him a little more time, sweetheart.”
Exhaling on a loud huff, she nodded. “All right, I’ll wait for Sam.”
Wyatt kissed her. “How much longer are you going to be here? I’m lonely for you,” he whispered against her lips. She wrapped her arms around him as he deepened the kiss, but then they sprang apart when someone cleared her throat.
“You two need to get a room.” Becca grinned at them.
Wyatt laughed. “I think you’re right.” He glanced at Olivia. “Let’s go, darlin’.”
She grinned happily as he took her hand and began leading her across the foyer. She glanced over her shoulder and waved goodbye to Becca, Emma, and Stacy standing in the doorway.
When they arrived at Wyatt’s home, Olivia headed straight for his bedroom with him on her heels. She spun around to face him once inside the room. He strode up to her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her.
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