Page 17 of Protected by the Sheriff (Magnolia Falls #2)

Mason

T oday is officially shit! Not only is Olivia acting like yesterday never happened, and that we are strangers, but I also have to go and get that godforsaken cat out of Mrs. Harrison’s tree.

Not only that, overnight, kids toilet-papered the local history teacher, Mr. Wilson’s house for giving a pop quiz yesterday.

Damned brats. They don’t even know they are little cockblockers, keeping me from giving Olivia’s tight pussy the pounding she needs.

Once my shift is over, Declan calls and wants to meet up for a beer at The Lucky Horseshoe, and since I know Olivia is at work until sometimes nine or ten at night, I agree, thinking I’ll catch her when I get home.

Little did I know that my woman was going to make an appearance, walking into The Lucky Horseshoe with that motherfucker’s lips on her skin.

Fuck my life! Why can’t I be obsessed with easy pussy? Women around town, even the married ones, throw themselves at me and offer me blowjobs all the time, but I just have to fall for the one that wants to be a pain in my ass.

When Knox walks into the bar with his arm around Liv’s shoulders, pulling her body into his, with his fucking lips on her temple, I see red. My brother notices I’m ready to erupt and he places his hand on my shoulder.

“Easy, Mase. Don’t do something that’s going to put your job as sheriff in jeopardy.”

“So what? I allow my woman to walk in here with another man’s hands and lips on her fucking skin instead of beating the shit out of the fucker and spanking her ass red?”

“No, brother. You still beat the shit out of that little bastard and spank her ass red. You just do it out of the public eye. Stay here and let’s see what she does. It’s obvious she’s doing this to keep you away. It’s another wall Liv has built up to keep you at arm’s length,” Declan explains.

Even though I know he’s right, it burns my ass that I have to sit here and watch my woman with another man.

As I glare at the group that includes her and her employees, I know I’m at breaking point.

Olivia doesn’t get any more chances. The kid gloves are coming off after tonight.

I’m going to take her and cuff her to my fucking bed and fuck some sense into her, if that’s what it takes.

As I sit on a hard bar stool, drinking beer and munching on stale nuts, I watch as Olivia knocks back shot after shot.

In between, she goes out on the dance floor, shaking her perfect ass with Hadley and Piper.

Neither girl has done anything that would make them an enemy, but if they are on Knox’s team, they will be casualties of war because I’m going to obliterate anyone who comes between me and Olivia.

After the girls finish their dance, laughing, Olivia whispers something to Piper before she walks down the long dark hallway towards the bathroom.

Finally! I’m tired of watching that fucker Knox. He’s staring at Olivia’s ass as she shakes it on the dance floor. He could play it off as being innocent, but I know better.

Once Liv is out of sight, I follow behind her towards the women’s bathroom. When I get there, I push the door open, ready to allow anyone else in the room to leave aside from her. The sight of me surprises her, and her jaw drops.

“Mason.”

“Olivia.”

“You can’t be in here.”

“You know damned well wherever you are, I’m going to be, and I obviously haven’t made that clear to you.”

“Listen, Mase, I’m sorry I gave you the wrong idea yesterday, but we are friends. Our families are linked because of Vannah and Declan.”

I advance on her as she takes a step back. “Shut the fuck up, Olivia. I’ve allowed you your freedom, and it’s got me nowhere. Now I’m in charge, and you are going to learn who you belong to.”

“Mason, you aren’t listening.”

For every step I take towards Liv, she takes a step back until I’ve backed her up against the wall. “No, I’m done listening. Now you listen, little girl. You are mine and you are going to learn to get on board, or I’m going to lock you in a gilded cage and you won’t ever escape me.”

I feel crazy, riddled with madness, and I can tell by the way Olivia is looking into my eyes that she thinks I’ve lost the plot. Sure, I might want to kill Knox—the motherfucker—for putting his hands on my woman. But her… No matter what she does, I would never hurt her in that way.

Seeing she’s backed against the wall with nowhere to go, I move in closer until my breath hits her face.

Placing my arms on either side of her face, caging her in, I speak low and clear.

“You will never do this to us again. I’m going to make sure you understand who you belong to and if you ever flaunt another man in my face again, I’m going to kill him. ”

The look I give her makes Liv even more frightened. She shivers.

“Mason, please. I only came here to hang out with my friends. I didn’t mean to make you jealous or flaunt anyone in your face.”

“No, you came here on another man’s arm, intent on hurting me.

What you don’t get, Olivia, is that you are mine and there is only one way out for either of us.

Death. There’s nothing you can say or do that will make me let you go.

You are it for me, and I’m going to be it for you, even if I have to kill a man. ”

Reaching out, I place my hand around her throat and squeeze, not cutting off her air but letting her know if I want to, I can. “You need to be reminded who you belong to, and I’m tired of waiting to take what’s mine.”

With a firm grip on her neck, I yank her from the wall and shove her towards the sink until she’s bent over it with her ass up in the air.

There’s a large mirror in front of us, and I stand behind her, lifting up her skirt and exposing her bare ass.

Giving her a hard smack to show her I mean what I’m saying, I look in the mirror and see her gazing back at me, pupils blown. She’s turned on. It’s a thrill for her.

Giving her another hard slap on the ass, my gaze remains fixed on hers through the mirror. “You will never allow another man to touch you. Do you understand?” I smack her again.

Olivia moans. “I’m sorry.”

“Say it! You will never allow another man to touch what belongs to me,” I growl.

“I won’t ever allow anyone to touch me.”

“That’s not what I fucking said.” I smack her harder. “You will never allow another man to touch what belongs to ME.”

Olivia whimpers. “Please, Mason. I’m sorry.”

“Say it, goddammit.”

“I will never allow another man to touch what belongs to you,” she sobs.

As Liv cries, I look down and see her precious cunt up in the air, just ready for me to drive my hard cock into.

It’s glistening with her juices. Olivia doesn’t want to admit it, but she needs a man who will take charge, take on all the hard decisions, and most of all, she needs a man who will take her in hand.

Keeping one hand on Olivia’s back so she stays bent over the sink, I unbuckle my belt with the other. “You are going to learn that this cock owns you. You are mine, and I will kill anyone who ever tries to come between us again.”

As soon as I finish my speech, I line my cock up with her wet pussy and drive in, in one hard thrust. She immediately pulses around me and lets out a loud yelp.

God, she’s so tight that I groan loud and long, feeling like my dick is being strangled.

I’m sure anyone outside this door can hear what’s happening and knows this woman is about to get fucked and fucked hard.

Let’s hope that stupid fucker Knox is standing outside.

The thought has me fucking Olivia harder, making her whimper and moan in ecstasy.

I normally wouldn’t allow anyone to see or hear my woman like this, but Knox needs to know Olivia is mine. She owns me, body and soul, and I’m not allowing anyone to take away what belongs to me.

Her body knows she belongs to me. She’s so wet that I can hear how turned on she is, and as I plunge into her as deep as I can get, her body pulses around me.

I almost come because the pleasure is too much, but I refuse to finish before Olivia feels how much we need one another—how much we are made for one another.

My head falls back onto my shoulders and my eyes roll back into my head. “Do you feel this, woman? You belong to me, and I belong to you. No one else gets to touch what belongs to me, dammit.”

Liv follows with a whimper. “Yes, Mason. Please.”

“Please what, Olivia?” Thrusting in as hard as I can, I fuck her and hear a grunt escape her body as skin slaps between us.

“Yes, I need you, Mason.”

“Beg, little girl. You wanted to play games? You beg for my fucking cock.”

As I pull back and plunge back into her wet warmness, I inhale and drift into ecstasy.

“Please, Mason. Please.”

“Please, what, Olivia?” I stop and feel her wet pussy throbbing around my hard cock, but I refuse to give in until I make my point.

“Please fuck me. I belong to you,” she screams as I plunge forward.

“You are mine, only mine. Your pussy, your ass, your tongue. Everything you are belongs to me.”

Plunging forward several more thrusts, I reach down and rub her clit.

I feel her release as it hits, and she screams. There’s a part of me that hopes everyone hears it even over the loud music playing, just so there’s no question in anyone’s mind who Olivia belongs to.

Holding myself back until she comes down from her orgasm, I pull out and finally give in to my own desires with a groan.

Streams of white liquid jolt from the end of my still-hard cock, and I paint her body with my cum, and I enjoy every second.

As she gasps for air, I reach forward and rub my cum into her skin, making sure I brand her as hard as she has branded me.

As I put my cock away and buckle my pants back up, Olivia stands tall. “I’ll just… clean up,” she says sheepishly as she grabs some napkins and wets them.

“No!” I grab the napkins from her hand.

“Mason, I need to wash your cum off me and get cleaned up. I can’t go back out there like this.”

“No, the fuck you don’t. You don’t get to erase us and act like this didn’t happen.

You will walk out there smelling like me and let your little boyfriend know you are riding home with me.

He can take Piper and Hadley home, but you will walk out there with my cum on your body and tell him you are going home with me, where you belong. ”