“I need you so much, sweetheart,” he said before pressing his lips to hers.
Olivia smiled. “I need you too.”
Wyatt pulled her sweater off over her head then unhooked her bra. He groaned when he gazed at her breasts. Her nipples were already distended and eager. He placed his hands over them and rubbed the pads of his thumbs against them. She moaned and felt her body come alive. Wyatt quickly disposed of her jeans and then chuckled. She pulled back to stare at him.
“What’s so funny, cowboy?”
Wyatt chuckled again as he gazed at her panties.
“You don’t like my little hearts?” She laughed.
Wyatt rested his forehead against hers. “Sweetheart, you could wear pajamas with feet in them and I’d think they were sexy.”
Olivia laughed then hissed in a breath when he pushed them down her legs and his hand moved between her legs. He lowered her to the bed, and then stood again to pull his clothes off. She watched his every move until he was naked, then she lowered her eyes as she took in every bit of his beautiful body from his broad chest, over his rippled stomach, and finally, to his hard shaft. She scrambled to her knees and wrapped her hand around him. He closed his eyes enjoying the feel, and then pushed her down on the bed before stretching out alongside her.
His hands slowly roamed over her, making her squirm. Unable to resist, she ran her hands over him until she wrapped her hand around him tightly again. Wyatt groaned and pushed into her hand making her slide her hand up and down the length of him until he put his hand over hers to stop the action.
“I can’t wait, Olivia. I need you now.”
He moved over her and slid into her inch by inch until he could go no further. Her legs wrapped around his waist while Wyatt moved slowly in and out of her. Suddenly, he pulled out, making her whimper. Grinning, he rolled her to her stomach then lifted her hips until she rested on her knees. Then he thrust into her hard, making her cry out his name. He repeatedly pulled out and thrust back into her hard.
Feeling the rhythm, Olivia lifted up on her hands and moved back against him, meeting his every thrust. She groaned as her orgasm grabbed her so she began moving against him harder and faster. She felt his body stiffen when he groaned her name and came.
Olivia fell forward with Wyatt on top of her, rewarding her with kisses to the back of her neck even while both of them fought to breathe, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled off her but rubbed his hand down her back. She suddenly felt overwhelmed, tears stinging at the back of her eyes. A feeling of panic washed over her, as if her world was suddenly ending.
“Olivia?” When she didn’t answer him, he put his hand on her shoulder and rolled her toward him. “What is it? Did I do something wrong, sweetheart?” She shook her head. “Then tell me what’s wrong.”
“I can’t,” she whispered.
Wyatt scooted up to sit against the headboard and pulled her against him. “Why can’t you?”
When she tried to get out of the bed, he grabbed a hold of her.
“I think you need to tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
She pushed against him. “Let go of me, Wyatt.”
He quickly let go of her. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She sat on the closed toilet and sobbed. How could she tell him what was going through her head when she knew if she did, he’d want out of this relationship, which wasn’t a relationship according to him. Wiping her wet eyes dry and taking a deep breath, she stood, exhaled even as tears threatened again, and turned on the shower. Even with water running over her tear-stained face, she heard him enter the bathroom. She could see his reflection in the mirror. He leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his broad chest. He had only his jeans on.
“Olivia, I need to know what’s going on with you.”
She shut the shower off and reached for a towel and quickly covered her nakedness. She raised her eyebrow at him. “Do you mind?”
Wyatt straightened up. “Do I mind? What the fuck does that mean?”
They glared at each other. With a surly grumble, he turned and left the bathroom. Olivia let out a ragged breath. How do you tell a man who doesn’t want a permanent relationship what you just shared was the most fantastic thing you’ve ever experienced?
It had been mind-blowing sex. The best she’d ever had. He was a fantastic lover and she was going to lose him because of it. She’d never have that again with any other man. Wyatt would walk away and she’d be in hell. A hell she knew from the very beginning would eventually happen. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and shook her head. She knew there was no way she could tell him, Well, you see, my gorgeous sexy cowboy, you just gave me the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had and now I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I’m crazy in love with you.
Yeah, that would go over real well, about as well as walking through church with a cow paddy on your heel. She entered the bedroom a few minutes later only to find it was empty. Dressing quickly, she walked down the hallway, glancing into the living room, only to find it was empty too. She took a deep breath and headed to the kitchen. It was also empty. Where was he?
Olivia strode to the back door and peered out just in time to see Wyatt riding Cochise out of the barn and heading toward the north pasture. They were moving at full speed. That was her obvious cue to leave. He made it clear by not sticking around that he didn’t want to deal with her anymore. Blinking back tears, she returned to the bedroom and packed her suitcase. After calling for Punkin, she got into her vehicle and drove back to the B and B. Once inside, she collapsed on her sofa and sobbed until she had no tears left and fell asleep.
* * * *
Wyatt rode Cochise into the barn and wiped the horse down. He shook his head thinking of what had happened earlier. There was no way he’d ever understand a woman. They’d just had fantastic sex and she acted as if she wanted nothing to do with him afterwards. He swore aloud. Cochise turned his head to look at him.
“What are you looking at? It’s not my fault she’s mad,” he grumbled when Cochise snorted. He led the horse to his stall then as he was coming out, he almost ran over Kirk.
“Sorry, boss. I didn’t see you,” his ranch hand mumbled.
Wyatt sighed. “No problem. Hey, are you doing all right?”
Kirk blew out a breath. “Not really. I’m real sorry about Ben.”
“Did you and Ava talk? Is she still leaving?” Wyatt asked, changing the subject away from Ben Collins. He placed his hand on Kirk’s shoulder. “You can tell me anything. It goes no further than right here.”
“Yes, she is.”
Wyatt was shocked. “You have no idea why?”
Kirk sighed and shook his head. “I still have no clue. We’ve always gotten along great. I’ve had to move to a motel since Ben took off.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“I didn’t want you thinking I was just worming around for a raise.”
“Christ, Kirk. I wouldn’t think that. I know you well enough.” Wyatt took his hat off, ran his fingers through his hair, and then resettled his hat.
Kirk glanced away. “I’m just staying at the motel until I find a place.”
“Let me know if you need anything. I’ll help you any way I can,” Wyatt told him.
Kirk nodded and strolled away. Wyatt blew out a breath, headed toward the house, and halted when he saw Olivia’s vehicle was gone. His heart hit his stomach. If that didn’t shout out she was finished, nothing did. He was sure they’d talk about what happened and work it out, but apparently not.
Olivia wasn’t a fickle woman. When she wanted something, she went after it. Hell, he knew that better than anyone else ever could. She’d been after him since they first met two years ago. So what in the hell was her problem now? Son of a bitch! He couldn’t let this go. He was going to find out exactly what her problem was and if she wanted to end this, she needed to tell him to his face.
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Wyatt drove his truck to the B and B. Snowflakes swirled in the headlights. It was late October after all. It wouldn’t be long before the weather would get much worse. He wanted Olivia at his home with him. Shaking his head, he couldn’t believe he’d even pondered the idea. He never had women at his place but he couldn’t stand being there without her. Shit! He was in trouble now. From the very beginning, going into this with her, he knew he was taking a big risk with his heart. It was why he didn’t want to get involved with her in the first place.
“Think with the head on your shoulders, not the one between your legs,” he muttered.
When he pulled up to the back door of the B and B, he noticed the place was dark. She usually had a light on since she was there alone now. He glanced around and sighed with relief when he saw her vehicle. She was home—unless she’d gone out with someone. Still, Olivia would’ve left a light on. He hopped down from his truck, took the steps to the back door two at a time, and knocked. When no one answered, he tried the knob and found it unlocked.
“Olivia,” he called out and saw the door to her apartment open slowly.
“Wyatt? What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded raw.
“I want to know what the hell’s going on. I thought we’d talk about it when I got back from my ride, but you were gone.” He strode toward her. “You have something you want to tell me?”
“Like what?”
“If you’re walking away from this, then you need to tell me now—to my face.”
Olivia’s eyes widened. “I’m not.”
Her response made him swear as he pushed his way into her apartment.
“Then what the fuck was that about, Olivia? You left and I thought we’d talk about it when I got back,” he practically shouted.
“You were the one who left, Wyatt.”
“I went for a ride to cool off. You knew I’d be back.”
“How was I supposed to know you didn’t want me to go?”
“How were you supposed to know? Because I didn’t say I wanted you to go,” he shouted.
“I…” She shook her head.
“I need to know what you want to do.”
“I’m not walking away,” she whispered.
Wyatt stared at her then nodded. “All right then. I still don’t understand why you left or why you were upset but if you’d rather not say, that’s fine. Just know that I’m not going to put up with these tantrums of yours. We do this or we don’t. I’m not going to chase after you the next time.”
“One of us is going to end up hurt, Wyatt.”
“It’s not going to be me, and if you think you’ll be hurt then maybe you should walk away.”
“I can’t. Not yet.” Olivia sighed and moved to take a seat on the sofa. She patted the spot beside her. Wyatt sat in the chair opposite her instead, stretched his long legs out, and clasped his hands across his flat stomach. When she didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m sorry, Wyatt.”
He leaned forward. “Sorry?” She nodded. “Sorry for what? What exactly are you apologizing for?” He leaned back in the chair when she waved her hand at him.
“I, uh…” She cleared her throat. “I thought that was the most amazing sex ever.”
He frowned at her. “Then why…?”
“It was just so mind-blowing. It just…”
Wyatt came to his feet. “Do you plan on getting this out some time tonight? I have things I need to do.”
Olivia got to her feet and glared at him. “I didn’t know how to react to it. It was fantastic and I wanted to tell you how great it was but I was afraid that if I did, it would scare you away. How do I tell you something like that without making you bolt and run?”
Wyatt glanced away, exhaled in a huff, and then looked at her. “You just did. Am I running?”
“No.”
“I thought it was amazing too, darlin’. I don’t have a problem with you saying you thought so too.”
“You thought it was amazing too?”
“Yes. Now go pack and come home with me. I’ll make us dinner.”
“I am hungry.”
He burst out laughing. “Why am I not surprised?”
She stuck her tongue out at him, and his eyes dropped to stare at her mouth.
Olivia groaned. “You keep looking at me like that, cowboy, and dinner will be very late.”
Wyatt grinned, kissed her quickly, and headed for the door. As he passed through, he glanced over his shoulder. “You’d better hurry up then.”
Chapter Fifteen
The next evening, Olivia sat in the living room watching television while waiting for Wyatt to come in from the arena. She knew he was out there with a client but she needed to talk to him, and had grown tired of waiting for him. Impatient, she got up and after putting her coat on, she headed over to the arena. Snow pelted her in the face and it was cold so she pulled her hood up and stuck her hands in her pockets.
She opened the door to the metal building and gratefully entered the warmth. She saw Wyatt talking with an older man. He grinned at her when he saw her and put his hand out toward her. She practically skipped to him she was so giddy. Wyatt pulled her tight against his side and kissed her temple. She shivered and put her arm around his waist. She smiled at the other man, only he didn’t smile back.
“Olivia, this is Blake Taylor. Blake, Olivia Roberts,” Wyatt said, introducing them.
She stuck her out hand. Blake shook it but dropped it almost immediately, and told Wyatt he needed to go. Olivia frowned watching the man leave.
“He wasn’t very friendly,” she said to Wyatt after they were alone.
Wyatt laughed. “Not to you, anyway.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He’s Stephanie’s father.”
Olivia gasped. “Oops.” She laughed then sobered. “Does he want you and Stephanie to get back together?”
Wyatt nodded. “I told him it wasn’t going to happen. It was over and I’ve moved on, and she should too, but he thinks we can work it out.”
“What about you? Do you think you can get back together?” Olivia asked.
Wyatt’s eyes widened. “Are you out of your mind?” he practically shouted.
Olivia burst out laughing. “That was the right answer, cowboy.”
“Let’s go inside, darlin’.” He put his lips to her neck.
She pulled back from him. “Um, I have to make a trip back to the B and B.”
“Now? It’s snowing.”
“I need to get some…uh, personal items.” She pulled her lip between her teeth feeling embarrassed.
“What personal items?”
“I’m on my period, okay? I need to get some…things.” She was sure her face was beet red. Wyatt stepped away from her and Olivia laughed. “It’s not contagious.”
Wyatt chuckled. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, cowboy. I’ll just run over there and be right back.” She started to move toward the door, and then stopped when a sudden thought came to mind. “Unless, you’d rather I stay there?”
Wyatt’s brows shot up and he closed the distance between them.
“Do you want to stay there?” She glanced away from him, but Wyatt turned her face back toward him. “Olivia? I’d love for you to stay here but if you think you’d be more comfortable there, I totally understand.”
She wrapped her arms around him. “I want to stay with you.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Do you want me to take you?”
“No. I’ll be right back. I’m sure you want to shower.” She wrinkled her nose at him as a hint.
Wyatt laughed. “Yeah, I know. I smell like a horse.” He kissed her. “Be careful. This light snow can make the roads slick.”
Olivia kissed him. “I won’t be long.”
Not wanting to be gone too long, she hurried to her car and made the trip to the B and B in good time despite the snow. She retrieved
the items she needed, and began the trip back to Wyatt.
As she drove along, the snow started coming down heavier. She slowed down in case any animals jumped out in front of her. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled her cell phone out to call Wyatt to let him know she was on her way back when suddenly another vehicle, most likely a truck, pulled up behind her. The headlights were reflecting in her rearview mirror almost blinding her, and it was obvious the driver was following too close. She tapped her brakes lightly to get him to back off. If anything, he moved closer.
Feeling nervous, Olivia slowed down and pulled off the road, hoping the truck would go around her. It didn’t. It pulled off the road behind her. She started trembling as a bad feeling descended on her. She pulled out onto the road again, and for a minute, the truck didn’t follow her. Sighing in relief, she drove on but she hadn’t gone too far before the truck came barreling up behind her, and then pulled alongside her. Again, she slowed down, but the truck slowed down too. Olivia sped up and the other vehicle did too.
Suddenly, the truck raced around her. Olivia stopped her car, and watched as the truck’s brake lights came on, water from the road spraying up from the tires when it spun around, and faced in her direction.
Olivia nervously dialed Wyatt.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you on your way back?”
“Wyatt,” her voice trembled uncontrollably.
“Olivia. What is it? Where are you?”
She started to tell him what was happening when the truck suddenly started toward her. Olivia screamed instead.
* * * *
Wyatt yelled into the phone, but she didn’t answer him. He could hear her car radio playing. He ran out of the house and got into his truck, dialing Jake as he drove down the drive. Turning toward the B and B, he pushed the accelerator to the floor. Not seeing her SUV anywhere in sight along the route, he drove on to where he knew she’d been. When he pulled up to the back of the B and B, he could see it was dark except for the small lamp burning in the foyer. He jumped out of the truck, ran to the back door, but found it locked—just as it should be with no one there.
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