Page 3 of Protected by the Sheriff (Magnolia Falls #2)

Maybe my brother is right. If I allow her to suck me off, I’ll get her out of my system and not spend countless hours thinking about her perfect plump ass, or her beautiful green eyes surrounded by multiple colors of eye shadows.

Closing my eyes, I focus on a vision of her wrapping her beautiful slim fingers with those long, pretty, multi-colored nails around me while she sucks the precum from the tip of my cock, and that’s all it takes to set me off.

I stroke my dick a few more times before streams of cum pulse out over my stomach and hands and all over the silk panties.

Afterwards you would think I feel relief, but I don’t.

The urge to find Olivia and bend her over while I fuck her hard from behind until we are both too sore to walk is stronger than ever.

Somehow, I have to get this woman out of my system and out of my life, and the best way to do that is to get her the fuck out of the house next door.

Maybe I can do something to make her leave and sell her house to someone else; at least that way I won’t have to see her every single morning when I leave, or every night when I come home.

What’s worse is when I sit outside on my deck, I can see right onto hers.

When it’s warm outside, it’s not unusual for us both to be on our decks at the same time.

It’s been like this since she moved in, and it’s driving me bat-shit crazy.

One day, something will have to give, and I’m damn certain it won’t be me.

Once I’ve showered and thrown a TV dinner into the microwave, I can’t resist the urge to see if Olivia’s car is at home. Where the hell is she? I’m so sick of this woman taking up space in my mind.

Knowing I won’t sleep until she’s home safe, I tell myself it’s because she’s Declan and Savannah’s friend. There’s no way I can keep allowing myself to think of this woman as mine.

After throwing on a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and running shoes, I drive down the mountain hoping to get a drink at the Lucky Horseshoe Bar.

I park the car and walk into the bar where there is loud music playing.

When I enter, I glance around, seeing a few people drinking and chatting, but no Olivia.

Then I look over at the jukebox, where I see the fucking cause of my throbbing headache and some tall lanky guy with his hands on her hips.

They are dancing to some stupid country song.

Fuck this. I will crush him. Walking up to the couple, I clear my throat until Olivia sees me standing there with my hands on my hips.

The guy, who is still oblivious to me watching them, continues to slide his hands down lower on Olivia’s back until they are almost touching her ass.

“Get your fucking hands off her!”

Olivia steps back from the guy who I know is named Morris. He has spent many a weekend in the drunk tank at the station’s jail. “Mason? What are you doing here?”

“No! What the fuck are you doing here? You should be at home in bed by now and instead, you are out here shaking your ass with some guy in a bar.”

“Why would you care where I’m at, who I’m with, or when I go to bed?”

Stunned because I can’t answer that question without revealing too much, I frown and try to change the subject.

“Just get your ass home, Olivia. Now.”

Olivia crosses her arms and pouts. “No! Who the hell do you think you are? You aren’t my daddy.”

“Oh, I’ll be your fucking daddy and put something in that mouth if you don’t shut it and do as you are told.

” Bending my knees, I pick up a struggling Olivia and throw her over my shoulder.

I know I look like a crazy man, but I don’t care.

Reaching up, I slap Olivia’s ass. “Shut up and come home where you belong, or I’m taking Morris here to jail for the weekend. ”

“You can’t take someone to jail for dancing with me, Mason.”

“I’m the fucking sheriff of this town and I can take anyone to jail that I want, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

I hear boots on the floor before someone clears their throat behind me. Turning around with a still kicking Olivia, who is now smacking me on the back, I see Savannah and Declan standing behind us looking at me with smirks on their faces.

“Mason,” Declan greets. Then, bending his head to the side, he looks at Olivia hanging over my shoulder. “Olivia, how are you darlin’?”

“Not that great at the moment, Dec. Can you make your behemoth of a brother put me down, please?”

Savannah giggles, which makes Olivia frown harder. “Vanna! This is not fucking funny.”

Savannah chuckles again. “It’s totally hilarious, hon. I’ve never seen Mason act like this over any woman, and you two are playing a game you can’t win.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Van, but this is ridiculous.”

“Good night, Vanna, Declan. We’re going home. Morris, watch yourself or you’ll be spending extra time in the town jail.”

A confused Morris throws up both hands in surrender. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was taken, and I definitely didn’t know she was yours, Sheriff.”

I didn’t know she was mine either, dammit. Without responding to him, I walk back outside where I put a pissed-off Olivia in the passenger side of my truck before fastening her seat belt. “How am I supposed to get my car back, Mason?”

“I’ll take care of it in the morning.” Nothing I’m doing was planned, and I know it’s overbearing and crazy, but I just can’t control myself where Olivia is concerned.

Oliva, face twisted in a pout, silently fumes the whole way home. She’s clearly pissed; I know better than to push her any further than I already have. I can practically feel the heat of her simmering rage.

When we arrive back, I walk her to her front door, watching until she disappears inside before I head into my own house.

I know what I just did sent the wrong message to Declan and Savannah.

They think this whole thing is a joke. I have to get Olivia to sell this house to move somewhere else; hell, out of my town would be ideal.

I can’t sleep at night without her being at home and in bed, alone, where she’s supposed to be.