Wyatt (15 page)

“What do you want?” Olivia demanded folding her arms across
her chest.

Sharon pushed her way in, and then spun around to stare at
her. “You know why I’m here. I’m getting tired of this one-horse hick town. I
want to leave, and I want my money.”

“Well, you sure as hell aren’t getting any.” Wyatt surprised
them both when he strode in before Olivia could shut the door.

“So, she told you, huh?” Sharon waved her hand.
“No matter.
If you want me out of your lives, you’ll give me
the money I want.”

Wyatt folded his arms across his chest and glared at her.
“Then I guess you’ll be staying in Clifton for a while because it’ll be a cold
day in hell before you get any money from either of us.”

“You’d better give that some more thought, gorgeous. I can
make your life a living hell,” Sharon shouted.

“Are you threatening me? Because if you are…bring it on. I
can take anything you dish out.” Wyatt clenched his jaw. “You will get nothing
from us.”

Sharon’s eyes widened, and then she smiled. “It looks like
we’re going to become a family after all, Olivia.” She narrowed her eyes at
Wyatt. “Think about it.” She marched through the door, slamming it behind her.

Olivia let out a breath and sat down. She was shaking. Wyatt
crouched in front of her and took her hands in his.

“She’s bluffing. Once she finds out we’re not giving her the
money, she’ll leave. She hates it here.”

“I hope you’re right. I can’t live in the same town she
does.” Olivia shuddered.

“All the more reason to get rid of her since I sure as hell
don’t want you going anywhere, darlin’.”

She grinned at him. “You’re so getting lucky tonight,
cowboy.”

Wyatt laughed. “Let’s go celebrate Jake’s birthday and just
put the bitch out of our minds.” He stood and put his hand out to her. Olivia
placed her hand in his and they set off together to Jake’s birthday party.

As usual, the citizens of Clifton had packed the town hall.
Anytime there was a reason to celebrate, just about the entire town turned out.
When Olivia and Wyatt entered, people waved and called out to them. She laughed
in delight.

“This is such a tightknit community. I love it.” She gazed
up at Wyatt, and he grinned.

“Tightknit, as in knowing everyone else’s business, you
mean.”

Olivia was about to reply when Becca and Jake walked forward
to meet them.

“I was wondering where you were,” Becca said with far too
much worry in her voice.

“I had a lovely visit from Sharon, but I don’t want to talk
about it right now.” She grinned at Jake. “Happy Birthday, handsome,” she
exclaimed before kissing Jake’s cheek.

“Thanks, Liv.” Jake grinned and shook Wyatt’s hand. “Come
sit with us. Gabe and Emma are already here.”

A few hours later, Olivia sat in her seat holding Sophie as
she gazed around the room. She noticed Sam Garrett sitting alone. She watched
as his eyes swept the room. She glanced in the same direction where his gaze
had stopped, and spotted Sharon. What in the hell was she doing there? Olivia
noticed how Sam watched her.

“Who are you looking at, Liv?” Emma asked as she reached for
her daughter.

“Sam Garrett.”

Emma laughed. “I know…nice scenery. He can arrest me
anytime.”

Olivia smiled. “He’s hot, isn’t he? I just noticed he’s
sitting alone but he’s watching Sharon.”

“Sharon is here?” Emma asked with raised eyebrows glancing
around.

“Yep.”
Olivia jerked her chin
toward where Sharon was sitting. Emma turned to look. She whipped her head back
around, and then slipped into the seat next to Olivia.

“She has no business being here. Let’s ask Sam to sit with
us. I hate seeing him sitting alone anyway.” Without hesitation, Emma was back
out of her seat and Olivia watched her stride across the floor to speak with
Sam. He stood when she reached him, towering over her.

Olivia grinned when Sam took Sophie from Emma. A gorgeous
guy who had no problem holding a baby, how much sexier could one man get? She
watched as Sam followed Emma back toward her.

“Hey, Sam.”
Olivia smiled at him.

Sam grinned at her.
“Hi, Liv.
How
are you?”

“Great. Are you here alone?”

“I have to work tonight to cover for Brody. He’s out with
the flu. I just stopped in before I have to go into the office.” He took a seat
at the table and bounced Sophie on his knee.
Yeah, sexy!

Jake and Becca were on the dance floor dancing to a slow
song and looking completely in love. Olivia scanned the crowd for Wyatt but
couldn’t find him, which didn’t surprise her since the place resembled the
inside of a sardine can. When she finally spotted him, she stood up and glared
at him. She saw him frown at her as he came toward her.

“What?” he asked.

“What’s that?” She pointed to the cupcake in his hand.

“It’s called a cupcake, darlin’.” He grinned at her.

“A cupcake?” she repeated.

“Yes. It’s like a cake, only smaller,” he teased.

Olivia put her hands on her hips. “I know what a cupcake is,
Wyatt. Why are you eating it?”

“Because I like them?”
He was
looking at her as if she was crazy. She took it from him. “What the…?”

“It’s chocolate,” she said clenching her jaw. Wyatt nodded.
“You don’t like chocolate.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I don’t?”

Olivia moved closer to him until she was almost touching
him. “I remember a day when I had chocolate all over me and I asked you if you
wanted to lick it off. You specifically told me you didn’t like chocolate.”

Wyatt stared at her for a long moment, and then suddenly
burst out laughing. He pulled her tight against him. “Sweetheart, if I had
licked the chocolate off you that day, we’d still be on the kitchen floor.”

Olivia tapped her fingers against his chest. “So…you lied to
me?” She watched as his lips twitched.

“Yes. Yes, I did.”

“You, Wyatt Stone, are in
big
trouble.”

Wyatt ran his lips along her jaw. “How can I make it up to
you?”

She moaned when his teeth nipped her neck. “I’ll have to
think of something.”

He ran his lips to her ear. “You do that, darlin’, and let
me know. I’d do anything to make it up to you.”

Olivia moaned again. “For now, just kiss me, cowboy.” He
did.

As a group, they all sat at the table chatting, laughing,
and enjoying the music when Olivia felt Wyatt stiffen up beside her. She
glanced around expecting to see Sharon but instead, she saw Ryder Wolfe approaching
them. She hid a grin as he took a seat beside her.

“Hi, Liv,” he said to her.

“Hi, Ryder, how are you?”

“I’m good.” He glanced around her to look at Wyatt and
nodded. “Wyatt.”

“Wolfe,” Wyatt practically growled.

Olivia chuckled when she heard Ryder laugh. “Something
wrong, Wyatt?”

“Not a thing, Wolfe. Are you alone?”

“I came alone, if that’s what you mean.”

Wyatt muttered under his breath and Olivia swore she heard
him say something about not getting any ideas about leaving with her. She
snickered, and then covered it with a cough when he glared at her. She batted
her eyes at him. Ryder stood and grinned at them.

“You two have a nice evening.” He put his fingers to his hat
and chuckled as he walked away.

“Do you have a problem with Ryder?”

“I don’t want to discuss Wolfe with you,” Wyatt told her.

She nodded. “Sure.”

She grinned at him and let the subject drop, but she knew
Wyatt didn’t like Ryder talking to her. He had seemed jealous of Ryder ever
since they’d gone on a date together. Olivia stopped herself from laughing. One
date, it had been one date. She leaned over and kissed Wyatt’s cheek.

* * * *

Later in the evening, everyone seemed to be winding down a
bit when Becca went up on the stage and called for everyone’s attention.

“I want to say happy birthday to my wonderful, gorgeous,
sexy husband, Jake. I gave him his present earlier.” Everyone laughed. “No! Not
that.” Becca giggled. “But I have one more for you, Jake.” She took a deep
breath. “I’m pregnant.”

The place went silent until Jake let out a whoop then the
place erupted with good cheers. Olivia watched Jake pull Becca off the stage
and hug her. Olivia got tears in her eyes. She glanced at Emma to see her
crying too. Wyatt and Gabe were congratulating their brother. Olivia ran over to
Becca, and hugged her.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she scolded Becca.

Her best friend hugged her and smiled with pure happiness.
“I didn’t want to tell anyone until I told Jake. I’m two months along and I’m
due in May.”

Olivia hugged her again. “Jake must be over the moon happy.”

Becca laughed and cried at the same time. “If it’s a boy,
I’m sure he’ll have those Stone good looks.”

Her face went all dreamy when her husband came striding
toward her. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her toward the main
doors.

“Goodnight everyone,” Jake yelled as they left the town
hall, leaving everyone behind them grinning, applauding, and cheering.

* * * *

Wyatt smiled as his oldest brother carried Becca from the
building. His gaze roamed the room and landed on Olivia. She stood talking with
Sam. Wyatt frowned. He liked Sam but there wasn’t a woman in town who didn’t
think the sheriff was the best-looking thing on two feet. He’d heard it enough
from his sisters-in-law. He headed over to where they stood and wrapped his
arms around Olivia from behind.

“Who’s behind me, Sam?” Olivia asked. He and Sam grinned at
each other.

“It sure as hell better be me, sweetheart,” Wyatt growled in
her ear.

She laughed and leaned her head back to kiss his jaw.

“That’s my cue to leave. You two have fun.” Sam laughed.

Wyatt noticed how Olivia watched Sam move through the crowd
but then when she sighed, he frowned. “What was that for? You like Sam?”

He tightened his arms around her when she laughed.

“I was just thinking Sam needs a woman.”

“Matchmaking?
Seriously,
Olivia?”

She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his
waist. “I can’t be a matchmaker if I don’t have a woman in mind for him—yet.”

“Maybe you should just let Sam find his own woman.”

Olivia huffed.
“Men.
Sam just needs
a good push.”

“Not our problem, darlin’.” He kissed her when she opened
her mouth to say something, and then pulled back. “Let it go, Olivia. Sam has
no problem getting women and you have a more pressing thing to worry about.”

Olivia leaned back in his arms. “Oh really, and what would
that be, cowboy?”

“Me.” Wyatt took her hand, and led her from the town hall
and out to his truck.

Chapter Fourteen

The Clifton Bed and Breakfast closed for the winter, and
Sharon moved into a motel in town. Olivia was happy she was gone but in
reality, she knew Sharon would show up again. Olivia had no idea how to get her
to leave and never come back other than give
her the
money. She exhaled a long breath as she finished answering emails and setting
up reservations for next May. It still amazed her how well the B and B had
done. The little town of fifteen hundred was thrilled it was doing so well
because if the B and B did well, the town did well too. People seemed to love
visiting the little town of Clifton, since so many guests were repeat
customers.

When someone knocked on the back door, Olivia frowned and
felt a little apprehensive since the B and B was closed, and she was here
alone. She cautiously opened her apartment door and peered around the refrigerator
to look to the back door. She smiled when she saw Wyatt, and quickly ran to let
him in. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

“Hi, darlin’,” he said against her lips.

“Hi, yourself.
What are you doing
here?”

“I came to get you. Come home with me. I’ve missed you.”

Olivia reared back.
“Seriously?”

Wyatt nodded. “Go pack some clothes. Not too many though. I
like you naked,” he said grinning at her.

She didn’t argue with that request but hurried back to her
apartment. She threw some things quickly into a suitcase, hollered for Punkin,
and ran back to the kitchen. Wyatt was leaning against the counter with his
arms folded and his booted feet crossed. His head was down. She couldn’t
contain a moan. He was so hot. She’d seen him like this before and it always
turned her on. His head snapped up and he grinned at her with pure sex appeal.

Olivia set her suitcase down, stepped up to him, pushed up
on her tiptoes, and kissed him. His arms went around her as he deepened the
kiss. When his tongue entered her mouth, she groaned and ran her hands under
his T-shirt and up over his chest. Her nails scraped his pecs. Wyatt moaned low
in his throat as he moved his lips across her cheek to her ear. He took her
lobe between his teeth and tugged on it. She felt him grin when she shivered.
His lips moved down her neck. He lightly bit her making her gasp. All of a
sudden, he straightened up, picked up the suitcase, grabbed her hand, and
pulled her out the door. Olivia grinned.

“In a hurry, cowboy?” she asked with a laugh as he pulled
her along.

“Yes. Get in your car and I’ll see you at the ranch.” Wyatt
shut the door on her SUV after she and Punkin had settled in, and then he ran
to his truck with her suitcase.

Olivia laughed as she started her car and pulled out behind
him. She followed him to his ranch with a big grin on her face the entire time.
Once they pulled up to the house, they parked the vehicles and entered the
house together. She barely made it in the door before Wyatt spun her around,
pushing her back against it and leaning into her. Both of them moaned when
their lips met.

She grabbed his hat off and threw it to the floor, and then
pulled his T-shirt over his head. Her nails scraped down his chest, and over
his rippled stomach to the snap on his jeans. She pulled the zipper down,
snaked her hand inside, and wrapped her fingers around him. He pushed into her
hand and groaned when she tightened her grip. After a moment, his hands went to
her sweater and pulled it over her head.

Olivia reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, pulled it
off, and tossed it. Wyatt’s hands went to the snap of her jeans and opened
them. He pushed them down, along with her panties. She stepped out of them.
Wyatt dropped to his knees in front of her. His mouth roamed over her stomach and
down to her curls. He pushed his tongue through them to her clitoris, and in
response, Olivia grabbed a handful of his hair. Wyatt lifted her leg over his
shoulder, holding her hips in his hands while his tongue moved over her, and he
scraped his teeth against her.

Olivia threw her head back against the door and shuddered as
her orgasm shook her. She cried out his name as she came. Wyatt slowly moved up
her body and lifted her other leg to encircle his waist, and thrust into her
hard. He pressed his lips to hers as he moved against her. Her arms wrapped
around his neck and she held onto him tight.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he whispered against her lips.

She moaned. “Yes.”

He moved against her faster and harder. “Now, Olivia.”

She moved her hips against him and groaned as she came.
Wyatt growled her name out as he joined her. Spent, he rested his forehead
against hers as they both tried to catch their breath.

“That’s twice you’ve had me against a door,” she said
between breaths.

Wyatt chuckled. “Any splinters this time?”

Her breath rushed out in a laugh. “No.”

Her let her legs down and swore softly. “Damn. I wanted to
pull them out for you.” He caught her when her knees began to buckle. “You all
right, darlin’?”

“I’m wonderful.” She kissed his lips, and then picked up her
clothes heading toward the living room.

“Where are you going?” Wyatt asked.

She smiled over her shoulder.

“To take a shower.”
She laughed
when she heard him following her and knowing he was watching her naked ass.

Two days later, Olivia sat at Wyatt’s kitchen table
answering emails for the B and B. The phone rang, but she shook her head. There
was no way she was answering it—not after what happened the last time. Wyatt
must have answered it since it quit ringing. She knew he was in his office
working, so she headed that way. She could hear his deep voice as he spoke on
the phone. She shivered with arousal remembering his voice whispering in her
ear.

She stopped in the doorway. Wyatt glanced over to her and
signaled for her to come in. She walked slowly around his office. One wall was
nothing but glass. It had a gorgeous view of the back pastures. She knew the
room opposite the office was his bedroom because there was a matching wall of
glass in his bedroom too, but it had a view of the large in-ground swimming
pool. Heated, with underwater lights, they’d spent a lot of time in it,
swimming until all hours. Olivia loved the time they’d spent in it together.

As she strolled around the room, her gaze landed on a
picture sitting on the bookshelf behind Wyatt. She moved closer and picked it
up. It was an image of Wyatt sitting on Cochise in a competition. His hat sat
low on his forehead and his hands were holding onto the saddle horn. Cochise
had his hooves buried in the wood shavings as he stared down a calf. It was the
sexiest picture Olivia had ever seen. She ran her finger over the image of man
and horse. Smiling, she set it back on the shelf and another image caught her
eye. This one was of the Marine symbol. The same one Wyatt had tattooed on his
bicep.

Olivia gasped when Wyatt grabbed her around the waist and
pulled her onto his lap.

“I didn’t know you were off the phone.” She laughed.

“I’ve been off the phone for a few minutes,” Wyatt said
against her neck.

“What does Semper Fi mean? I know it has something to do
with the Marines, but I’m not sure what.”

“It’s short for Semper Fidelis, which is Latin for
Always Faithful
. It’s the code of the
Marines and means a Marine can always count on a fellow Marine.”

“Were you in combat?”

“I was in Afghanistan for eighteen months. I was a sniper,
which you already know. I was the best.” He shrugged. She knew he wasn’t
bragging, but just stating a fact.

Olivia knew just how good he was. He’d saved Becca from
being shot by Steve Harris, and then again at Becca and Jake’s wedding
reception when the brother of Harris tried to kill her family. Wyatt saved a
good many people that night. The man was shooting at anyone and everyone, and
someone had to stop him. She hugged him and stood.

“I love this picture of you and Cochise.” She smiled picking
it up again. “Who took it?”

“A local newspaper…I think it was about three years ago.
They sent me a copy.”

Olivia nodded and put it back on the shelf but she couldn’t
stop looking at it. Wyatt wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.

“I’m hungry,” he said nuzzling his face against her neck.

“I’m not going to say I am. You’ll just make fun of me.” She
pouted.

Wyatt laughed. “I wouldn’t do that, darlin’.” He led her
toward the kitchen.

Later that evening, Wyatt touched a match to the wood in the
fireplace then they sat on the couch, curled up together to watch television.
They no sooner got comfortable than they began arguing over what to watch.
Wyatt wanted to watch a football game and Olivia wanted to watch a movie. He grabbed
her and pulled her onto his lap.

“If we can’t decide what to watch, we may as well go to
bed,” he said.

Olivia frowned. “Are you sleepy?”

“I didn’t say anything about sleeping, sweetheart.”

She pulled out of his arms and got to her feet. “Well in that
case, let’s go cowboy.” She ran down the hallway and started laughing when she
heard him running behind her. He caught her and tossed her over his shoulder.

“Must you always carry me like this?” She grunted even as
she smiled.

Wyatt chuckled as he carried her down the hallway to the
bedroom. He kicked the door closed behind them, carried her to the bed and
slowly lowered her to it. He lay down beside her, kissing her. She shoved him
to his back and pulled his T-shirt off over his head. Her hands went to the
snap of his jeans, and then she slowly lowered the zipper before pulling them
down his legs. She threw them across the room and then reached for his boxer
briefs. She could see his hard shaft straining against them. Giving an evil
grin, she pulled them off him.

“You have too many clothes on, darlin’.” Wyatt reached for
her.

“Keep your hands to yourself, cowboy.” Olivia grinned as she
ran her tongue around his nipples and down his hard abs. He hissed in a breath
when her tongue touched the tip of him. His hands clenched in her hair. She
pulled her hair back over her shoulders. Her tongue ran the length of him, up
and down, around the rim, and then down the length again. She covered him with
her mouth and sucked hard.

She heard him groan long and low in his throat. His hips
jerked and his hands let go of her hair to move to the bed where they fisted in
the sheet. She heard his breathing growing heavier.

“Olivia…you have to stop, sweetheart,” he panted.

“Give me a minute.”

Wyatt’s breath rushed out in a rough laugh. “I don’t have a
minute.”

Olivia grinned. “Sure you do.”

He growled and tried to pull her away from him. She
tightened her grip on him.

“Behave, Wyatt. Just relax and enjoy, cowboy.” She continued
until she felt him stiffen and she heard a groan tear from deep in his chest as
he came. His head went back and his fingers tightened in her hair again. She
didn’t let up until he lay completely spent trying to catch his breath. She
climbed her way up his body, kissing every bit of hot skin her lips met until
she reached his mouth. She kissed him.

“You all right?”
Olivia asked him,
and then laughed when all he could do was nod his head.

Wyatt lifted his head to look at her. “Wow.”

She laughed again. “Yeah, wow. Didn’t we have this
conversation before?”

He joined her laughter. “I believe so.” He rolled her to her
back and moved over her. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Why not?
You do it for me.” Olivia
frowned up at him.

Wyatt grunted. “I know but…” He shrugged.

“I know what you’re saying and know that I wanted to do it
for you.” She raised her eyebrow. “You didn’t like it?”

He kissed her. “Are you kidding? I loved it!”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m glad.”

“Now, let me return the favor,” he whispered as he began
moving down her body.

“You don’t have to do that.” She moaned when his tongue
circled her nipple, and then moved lower.

“I know I don’t. I want to. I love the way you taste,
Olivia.” His mouth moved down over her stomach and her excitement increased.
Then his tongue moved lower to touch her clitoris.

Olivia gasped as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and
feasted on her. Her hands clenched fistfuls of his hair as she screamed out
when her orgasm hit her. Wyatt moved up her body and nudged her legs further
apart.

“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” he said as he thrust
into her while she was still shaking from her orgasm.

“I see no problem with that.” Her breath rushed out in a low
satisfied moan.

Wyatt grinned at her and made love to her slowly and
thoroughly. Completely sated, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

* * * *

Olivia returned to the B and B to help Becca, Emma, and
Stacy clean it up and ready it for the winter months. Working as a team, they
dusted, ran the vacuum, and tossed sheets over the furniture. While having
lunch in the kitchen, they all frowned when the bell at the front desk rang.
All of them strode to the foyer and halted in unison when they saw Sharon
standing there. Olivia made a face of apparent disgust.

“We’re closed. What are you doing here?” Olivia watched as
Sharon’s eyes scanned the women then she smiled at them.

“You know why I’m here, Olivia. We need to talk,” Sharon
told her.

Olivia moved toward her. “We have nothing to talk about. I
told you and Wyatt told you. You will get no money from us.” The women behind
her gasped loudly.

“You’re here for money?” Emma practically shouted.

Olivia smiled knowing her friends had her back. “She wants
seventy-five thousand dollars. Extortion, I believe it’s called.”