Page 15 of Protected by the Sheriff (Magnolia Falls #2)
Mason
I watch as Knox’s truck pulls out with Olivia in the passenger seat.
Our gazes lock until I can’t make out her face anymore.
I knew when I put her in his truck that I was allowing another man to take my woman home.
She’s mine, but I don’t want to pressure her after all she’s been through.
I know I would want to touch her and hold her, and she isn’t ready for that.
If Knox touches her, I’m going to fucking kill him.
It makes no sense why the big, tattooed ox has to look like he stepped out of a weightlifting magazine.
Olivia is mine, and we are going to be together.
In fact, I’m setting things in motion for her to be moved into my house.
She can’t be allowed to spend more than one more night in her house.
That’s out of my reach, even though it’s only next door.
I need her in my arms. And if someone comes to harm her, I need to be able to protect her. That’s when I step into action.
I make several phone calls and schedule everything for tomorrow while Olivia’s at work. She needs to understand that she’s mine and I won’t take no for an answer again.
Do I feel guilty? No, I don’t. With Knox sniffing around and Bryan Richards making threats to my woman, I know it’s time for me to act. I’m going to protect her from any and all threats. She’s mine, and I protect what’s mine.
As I stand looking out my window, I have a direct line of sight into Liv’s bedroom. Her room is dark, but I watch, anyway. She was dropped off well before I arrived home, but as I showered, I thought about her…
The hot water hits my shoulders, loosening my muscles as the heat caresses my body.
I imagine what it would feel like to have Liv in the shower with me.
The thought of grabbing her by the throat and squeezing gently while pushing her to her knees overwhelms me.
If only this beautiful goddess was on her knees, and she would bring her tongue out to swipe the end of my rock-hard cock.
The tip drips with precum just from the thought.
Leaning onto the cool shower tiles with one hand, I reach down and give my dick a hard pull from root to tip, seeking relief. For months, Olivia and I have danced around each other, and I’m at my breaking point.
As I imagine her naked and kneeling on the floor of my shower, I stroke myself, picturing her mouth sucking at the tip of my dick and her small hand squeezing me tight.
Just the fantasy of having the beautiful minx on her knees in front of me sends ropes of hot cum streaming out of me, hitting the shower tiles.
My heart is pounding and I’m gasping for air as I catch my breath and come down from one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had.
I’ve bedded a lot of women, and I’ve never felt an orgasm this strong before, and I’m not even inside of her yet.
There’s no doubt that I need Olivia like I need air to breathe.
That night I toss and turn, fighting the urge to go over to Liv’s house, throw her over my shoulder, and bring her home where she belongs.
Instead, I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin and make myself hold off one more night.
One more night I will sleep without her voluptuous body next to mine, but never again.
The memory of what my bathroom looks like sparkling and covered in glitter makes its way into my thoughts, and a mischievous smile stretches across my face.
The woman is going to live with seeing that damn bathroom looking like a toddler got ahold of a ton of glitter and threw it around the room.
I swear, I cringe every time I walk in there.
My house has another bathroom, so it’s not a hardship.
The glitter floor is in the bathroom I typically use to get ready for work every morning and shower in every night before bed.
Sure, she went too far, but I can’t be mad because I did things that pissed her off too.
Instead, I’m sentencing her perfect little ass to living here with me and having to look at the eyesore she created for all eternity.
The next morning, I wake up and walk into the too-bright, sparkling, glitter-filled bathroom.
Is it weird that I get a soothing feeling from seeing Liv’s handiwork in here?
Don’t get me wrong, I hate the fucking rainbow-colored, sparkly shit all over the floors, but I like that she did it.
Anything that woman has touched is mine, and today’s the day I’m going to stake my claim.
My cell phone rings, and I see it’s Declan.
“Hey, brother.”
“Mase. Are you sure about this? You can’t just throw Liv away when you get done fucking her like you do other women in town. This girl means everything to my wife and kids. I won’t allow her to be hurt, even by you.”
“Declan, I’m positive. She’s mine. I feel it in every breath I take, and I’m never letting her go.”
“Good to hear, brother. Liv needs a good man to step up and take care of her. Savannah just made me double-check because she’s anxious and worried about her.”
“I promise you; I am going to protect Olivia and make her mine.”
“Good to hear. I’m on my way with the truck and the guys from my logging crew. We should have Olivia’s stuff moved in no time.”