Page 24 of Protected by the Sheriff (Magnolia Falls #2)

Olivia

M ason picks me up off the bed and throws me over his shoulder with my naked ass up in the air, while using his other hand to slap me.

There’s a small sting, but it’s obvious he’s being playful as I scream at him to put me down and smack at his ass as he walks into the bathroom with the glittery floor.

He places me down and turns on the shower, adjusting the water temperature.

“I have to admit, this bathroom floor has to go.” I giggle.

“You think? What possessed you to make my bathroom look like a toddler got loose at craft time?”

Laughing so hard tears stream down my cheeks, I answer, “The same reason you got those evil little fuckers who wake me up at the ass crack of dawn every morning.”

“So if you will agree that we can change the bathroom floor back to normal, I will call the ranch tomorrow and return the chickens and move the floodlights, although it doesn’t much matter now.”

“Oh, it matters. That the fucking light shines right into my bedroom window when I’m trying to sleep.”

“That’s not your bedroom anymore, Olivia. Remember, you live here now,” he says in a firm tone.

“Mason, I can’t just move in here and live permanently. I said I won’t fight you anymore on us dating, but we need to take this slow.”

“Slow?” I cringe at how loud his voice gets. “Fuck no. You sleep in my bed. I’m not spending another night away from you, Liv. I’ve spent way too many nights without you in my arms, and we aren’t doing that ever again.”

Mason reaches out and pulls my hand as he leads me into the shower, pouting as he washes my hair gently, first with shampoo, then conditioner. It’s sweet that he’s so angry and yet still taking care of me and doing it gently.

Suddenly, I’m hit with a flash of déjà vu because it’s almost like a repeat of last night. A knot forms in my throat as water wells up in my eyes. He notices after using his hands to thoroughly wash me with bodywash. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“I don’t want to fight with you, Mason. It’s just not normal to move in together the same week that you sleep with a man.”

“Never refer to what we share between us as sleeping; it’s more than that, and you know it. The only man you’re ever going to have inside of you again is me, and I don’t want to be reminded that I wasn’t the only one.” Anger flares in his eyes as he washes his own body with soap.

My eyes drop to the floor in shame. My body count isn’t large.

I’ve had sex with a guy in high school and one in college, and neither of those experiences were anything like what I experienced with Mason.

His jealousy makes me feel dirty though and I don’t like feeling this way, especially when he’s known all over town as a fuck ’em and chuck ’em guy.

He places his finger under my chin and lifts my face until our gazes lock. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m sorry, baby girl. I just don’t like the thought of another man touching you, especially in that way. You are mine!”

Maintaining eye contact, I drop to my knees as the warm shower water flows over his shoulders and down onto me. I know from the blowjob I gave him last night that he likes this; plus, I enjoy doing it. As earnestly as I can, I repeat what I know he needs to hear. “Yours.”

Leaning forward, I place a soft kiss on the tip of his dick. It’s already hard, and Mason is a big guy. It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen and definitely ever had inside me. My pussy is still sore from the last round of sex, but I want to show him I’m ready to be his.

“How can you be hard again already?”

“I’m always hard around you and have been since I first saw you at the hospital visiting Savannah. You don’t know how awkward it is to hide my hard-on every time I’m around my brother or his wife because you are always there.”

Unable to stop myself, I roll my eyes.

“Are you being a brat?”

“Maybe I want to be a brat.” Sticking my tongue out, I lick the tip of his dick.

As Mason’s head drops back and his eyes roll back in his head, he growls, “Don’t play games, baby girl. If you do this right now, I will not be gentle.”

The feeling of power I felt last night makes me want to repeat this but this time, be in charge and willingly choose to give him the blowjob he wants.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentle.” My tongue reaches out again and licks the tip of his cock.

“Olivia, stop toying with my emotions.”

Goose bumps erupt across my body as I shiver at his words. Above all else, I want this, and I need Mason’s approval. For some reason, being submissive to him is important to me.

This is what I want to do. I lick my lips, and Mason’s head falls back as he groans.

Mason reaches down and caresses my cheek gently. The fact he can switch between feral to gentle and back again is a testament to his self-control.

Reaching up, I take his cock in my hand and tighten my grip before running my hand from root to shaft and placing another kiss on the tip.

The sight of his leaking precum makes my pussy quiver and I lean forward, gently licking the tip.

The taste is both sweet and salty. I’ve never been one that enjoys giving blowjobs, but with Mason, it’s different. This is turning me on.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, and he groans. That sends a shiver through me, and I feel my pussy getting wetter. “You taste so good, Mase.”

He moans, and I lick him again, starting at the base of his shaft and running my tongue all the way to the tip before closing my lips around the head and sucking him into my mouth. As I suck him into my mouth deeper, I gag.

In a strained voice, he says, “Baby, you won’t be able to take me all. This is going to be a lot rougher than it was last time. Relax your throat and take your time.” He reaches down and gently places his hand around my throat like a necklace.

As I try to take him deeper again, I relax my throat, and Mason continues to give me pointers.

“Breathe through your nose, Olivia.”

He thrusts his hips, and that pushes him deeper down my throat, before he pulls back and repeats the process. The more I gag, the more he moans, so I know it’s turning him on.

“I can feel my cock in your throat, Liv.” He tightens his hand around my throat, not cutting off my air, but so he can feel his cock fucking my throat. I can only take about half of him before gagging and tears are streaming down my face while saliva is running down my chin.

With a tender look, Mason gazes down at me, love clear in his eyes. That look makes this so worth it.

“Olivia,” he whispers, his eyes drinking me in, making me feel so beautiful. “You are so perfect, and completely mine.”

“Yours,” I say around his enormous cock in my mouth. It comes out mumbled.

His chest is rising and falling quickly as his eyes roll back in his head, and his head falls back in ecstasy.

The more I suck, the more he moans. “Olivia, pull back if you don’t want to swallow, baby girl, because I’m going to come.”

There’s no way in hell I’m not seeing this through to the end. So I wrap my fingers around his hips and hold on to him tight, making sure he can’t pull his dick out of my mouth, and suck like I’ve never sucked before.

As I bob my head up and down, Mason’s thighs shake, and he moans my name. Moving my head faster, I flick my tongue at the tip and use my hands to grip and squeeze the part of his cock that I can’t fit into my mouth.

The more he loses control, the more powerful I feel. Mason cries out again and growls, “Mine.”

Hot streams of cum fill my mouth as I hear him say, “Good girl, Liv. You are such a good girl.” Gushes of wetness run down my thighs as he nuzzles my hair back off my forehead, bends over, pulling me up off my knees, and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Last night, I allowed him to be in control. Tonight, I took control but was submissive to him. I’m realizing now that I have more power than I ever thought.

Once we’re thoroughly dried, Mason carries me into his bedroom and lays me down.

He climbs into bed before pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me.

Just as sleep starts to pull me under, I feel his cock stretching me as he inserts himself inside of me from behind.

Expecting him to fuck me, I am surprised when he just pulls me closer and I hear his breathing even out.

It’s the most comfortable night’s sleep I’ve ever had, and I’m starting to get used to him sleeping inside of me.

The next morning, Mason has to leave for work before I do, but he wakes me up with his mouth between my legs and gives me two orgasms before kissing me goodbye, allowing me to taste myself on his lips.

Once he’s gone, I decide to go into the shop early. When I pull up in front of the shop, I notice Knox’s truck is already there, which means he is probably inside the tattoo shop waiting for me. All of my employees have keys so they can get in and open the shop.

I take a deep breath and enter my shop. A feeling of dread overwhelms me, but I know we need to talk. This situation needs to be straightened out before it affects my other two workers.

Knox is nowhere to be found as I walk through the shop and down the hall leading to my office. I’ve never felt like I needed to worry about any of my employees having free rein, even in the office, but I get the creeps about him being back here right now.

When I open the door to my office, I am shocked by Knox’s appearance. He’s sitting behind my desk, using my laptop. Again, I’ve never minded before, but a shiver runs down my spine as his glassy eyes meet mine. The scowl on his face lets me know that he’s not happy to see me.

“Olivia, what are you doing here?”

I notice his clothes are still wrinkled and look like he’s slept in them for days. He looks even worse than he did when I saw him in the store parking lot. There’s at least several days of unshaven facial hair covering his face and Knox is normally immaculate and clean shaven.

“I came in to do some work. What are you doing here so early, Knox?”

He stands up and walks around the desk, circling around me and closing the door before twisting the lock.

As soon as I hear the click of the lock, I know I’m in trouble and something isn’t right. This isn’t the Knox I’ve known for the last couple of months. His eyes are glazed and empty.

“Olivia, you should have listened when my uncle told you to sell the business to him. You could have taken the money and reopened somewhere else, but you had to be stubborn.”

Gasping, I realize what he just said. His uncle?

“Now look at you with a vandalized business and since you chose the goof troop cop over me, you don’t have my protection anymore.” Knox sighs and frowns, as if that makes him sad.

“Why didn’t you tell me that the land developer was your uncle? You both acted like strangers when he came in, and you actually helped clean up the mess when the shop was destroyed. How could you?”

Knox’s hand comes to the back of my head where he jerks a handful of my hair, pulling my neck back until I’m forced to look at him. I whimper from the pain in my scalp and neck.

“I really did like you, Liv, and I tried to get you to be with me so that I could protect you and convince you to make a deal on the land and building, but you refused to even hear of it. I knew once you were with the sheriff, there was nothing else to be done but to make you understand, you don’t have a choice. ”

“Knox, please. We are friends.”

“I didn’t want to be your fucking friend, Olivia. I wanted more, but you are a useless slut who whored yourself out to that fucking cop.”

Forgetting to keep my mouth shut, I smack his hand away from my hair and growl, “How fucking dare you talk to me this way? I’m not a whore.”

“You are going to end up being a real whore because now my uncle wants you to disappear and the fastest way to make a quick buck is to sell you to the highest bidder.”

How could I have been so wrong about Knox?

This man is a monster. My heart races in my chest as I’m hit by a stinging slap.

That son of a bitch struck me. My hand goes to my face to cover the sting.

Blood gushes into my mouth. Knox lets out a laugh.

A chilling, triumphant sound, and his eyes gleam. The fucker is enjoying himself.

I catch sight of a glint of steel in his hand, and I flinch. Too late. Pain explodes in my head as I realize he hit me with the butt of a gun. Then darkness falls.