Page 21 of Protected by the Sheriff (Magnolia Falls #2)

Mason

S omething has broken inside of me. The way I’m behaving, the thoughts racing through my mind. This need to consume Olivia—it’s affecting me in ways I can’t control. I’m a well-respected man of the law, but somehow, I’m willing to do anything and everything to bind her to me.

This morning I have to make a call to the town doctor.

Dr. Crawford is nearing his mid-fifties and has a son who is graduating from high school in just a few days.

He’s been accepted to a prestigious university and even earned a football scholarship, but there’s a problem.

The kid was the ringleader of the group that stole the four-wheeler that I had to track down in the woods.

If this goes to court and goes on his record, he loses his scholarship.

One stupid, foolish act could change the entire course of this boy’s life.

Joseph isn’t a bad kid. He just made a mistake. Looking at the situation objectively, no one was hurt, and the stolen vehicle was returned to the owners with minimal damage. I’m willing to bet he has learned his lesson and won’t do it again if given a second chance.

“Doctor.”

“Sheriff, I was surprised when I received your call. What can I do for you?”

“Dr. Crawford, do you remember when you came to me begging for help with Joseph’s case? Saying you will do anything to get that case dropped?”

“Of course, Sheriff. My son made a stupid mistake, but he shouldn’t have it ruin his future.”

“Well, I have something that you can help me with that will also improve my future.”

After I explain to the doctor what I need him to do, his hand trembles and his eyes have something in them that looks a lot like fear. What I’m asking him to do is illegal, and he’s probably shocked a law enforcement officer would ask for something so unethical.

“What you are asking me to do is risky, Sheriff. I could lose my license.”

“You could, but you won’t. I won’t allow that to happen.

Listen, I need this favor, and as long as you help me, I’ll make sure Joseph’s record stays clean.

The case will be dropped, and your son will be free and clear.

How bad do you want this? Because what I’m asking for, I want more than anything in the world. ”

“If we are going to do this, I’ll need you to slip this sedative in her food or drink before she goes to bed tonight. Once she’s out, send me a message, and I will come over and do the job.” The doctor sighs. “Listen, are you sure this is what you want to do? You can’t go back from this.”

“Look, if you want your son’s record cleared, you will do what I’m asking you to do and don’t forget, I’m also paying you handsomely. It’s not your job to judge me.”

The doctor takes a step back from me and throws up his hands in surrender as I turn and walk away. I don’t need anyone else to question or judge what I think is best for my and Olivia’s future.

Her attempts to push me away won’t stop me from tearing down every barrier between us.

That night, I decide to make Olivia’s favorite, Fettuccini Alfredo, salad, garlic bread and pair it with her favorite Moscato. It’s a complicated meal, but because it’s her favorite, I call Mom to give me some instructions.

“Who might you be cooking this meal for, son?” Mom says with a little giggle.

“It’s for Olivia, Mom. Don’t make a big deal about it yet, but she’s the one. She’s it for me.”

“I’m so happy for you, Mason. I know the damage your father did to you boys, but I promise that love isn’t always like that. Not every woman is like Declan’s ex; plus, Olivia’s a wonderful young woman. She’s great with Kenzi and Ashton.”

“Yeah, Mom, she’s wonderful. I just need to convince her we are meant to be together.” I sigh.

“You’ll do it, son. I have faith in you. Just treat her well and she won’t be able to stop herself from falling in love with you.”

“Thanks, Mom. Love you.”

“I love you, son, and let me know how your dinner turns out.”

I hang up, not knowing whether she means the food or my evening with Olivia. It doesn’t matter, though, because Olivia has no choice but to accept that she belongs to me.

I quickly send Liv a text letting her know I have made her dinner, so she can come straight home after work.

It isn’t long before I hear her knock on the front door. Opening it up, I see her standing stiff and uncertain. “Liv, you don’t have to knock. You live here now.”

“Mason, stop being ridiculous. I can’t just move in with you,” she says as she walks in and sees I’ve set the table.

“You already have.”

“No, you moved my belongings here, but I plan to move them back to my house as soon as I get the time.”

“Olivia, how long are you going to fight this? You know this is where you belong.”

“I don’t know that, and why can’t we date like normal people? We need to take things slow, Mason.”

This woman is giving me fucking whiplash and I’m stone sick of her shit.

“You are going to live here with me. End of discussion.”

Olivia scowls. She’s angry but doesn’t know how to respond.

“I’ve got your favorite wine. Here.” I hand her a glass of chilled wine I poured as she was coming in the door.

Her glare softens. “Thank you.” She takes the wine and turns it up, gulping it. I lift the bottle to refill it.

“You need to eat and don’t drink the wine too fast on an empty stomach.”

Liv rolls her eyes. “Okay, daddy.”

“I don’t have a daddy kink, but if that’s what you are into, I’m willing to try it.” I smirk as she frowns again.

“I’m not hungry, Mason.”

Right as Olivia finishes that sentence, her stomach lets out a loud growl and her cheeks turn adorably red. She has the sense to look embarrassed.

“Eat.”

A deep, weary sigh escapes Olivia’s lips, but she picks up her fork and eats.

She’s being a brat, and it’s all because I won’t let her move back home.

She’s soon going to find out that’s not the only thing I have planned for us.

I’m becoming so obsessed it’s hard to make it through the workday without seeing and touching her.

After we finish our meal, I move to clean up, and Olivia helps. Soon she starts yawning, and her eyes begin to droop. “Let’s go up and get you to bed, baby.”

I pick her up bridal-style and hold her to my body.

“Mason, I can walk, dammit.”

“I know you can, but I want to carry you.” She lays her head on my chest and allows me to hold her. The intimacy of the gesture makes my heart pitter patter.

Once we reach the bedroom, I gently remove her clothes, leaving her in just her panties before dressing her in one of my T-shirts.

“I have pajamas,” she argues with a huff.

“In our bed, you can either wear my shirts or nothing at all.”

Olivia climbs in and I cover her, tucking her in. She’s snoring softly before I turn to leave the room. I send Dr. Crawford a text, letting him know it’s time for him to do what I asked of him.

When the doctor arrives, I show him to my bedroom, where he places his medical bag down on the bedside table. He opens it and removes his tools, including a metal speculum and gloves.

I uncover Olivia, removing her panties. “I don’t want you to touch her any more than you have to.”

“That’s kind of impossible, Sheriff. You need to open her legs for me and bend her knees. “

The thought of another man seeing my woman bare sends ice through my veins, even if he’s old enough to be her father. Reason wins out because I know I have to let him do his job, if I want to achieve my goal.

I researched the possibility of removing the item myself, but I was worried I would hurt Liv, and I couldn’t take that chance. The doctor puts his gloves on and inserts the metal speculum inside of Liv. He reaches in and tugs, pulling out a T-shaped object.

After removing the speculum and his gloves, he looks at me with disappointment in his eyes.

“It’s done. Do I have your word that you will honor your end of the agreement?”

“The four-wheeler has been found and returned to the owner, and I can convince them not to press charges.”

The doctor gives me a sharp nod and blows out a relieved breath. “She might experience cramping and light bleeding. Give her some over-the-counter pain relief.”

With that, he walks out, and I’m that much closer to filling Olivia with our baby.

My last task is to install a tracking app on Liv’s phone. This means I can monitor her every movement. No way am I taking any chances when it comes to her safety. Plus, if she tries to run from me, I’ll always find her.

A smile spreads wide across my face as I imagine her beautiful body pregnant.

A rounded belly, fuller tits, wider hips.

It makes my cock hard, and I want to go fuck her, but I won’t do that.

She’s going to be sore from the IUD removal.

Instead, I go into my glitter bathroom and jack off in the shower.