Wyatt (4 page)

“Was that considered a roll in the hay?” She laughed.

“Not really. A roll in the hay is just that, doing it in the
hay. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be either. Damn straw pokes you in spots
that don’t need poking.”

She snorted.
“The voice of experience,
huh?”

Wyatt grinned. “No comment.”

A stab of jealousy went through her. Had it been Stephanie?
The woman he was engaged to and who called off their engagement a week before
the wedding. Olivia didn’t like her. She’d met her and thought Stephanie was a
piece of fluff, nothing of any real importance. Stephanie had no liking for
Olivia either, obvious since the first time they met. Stephanie was tall,
blonde, and beautiful and she’d told Olivia she wanted Wyatt back. That was
months ago and as far as Olivia could tell, Wyatt hadn’t been seeing Stephanie.
It didn’t mean she wouldn’t be around eventually, especially if she found out
Olivia and Wyatt had been together. Of course, his roll in the hay could have
been with any woman, not just Stephanie. Olivia knew he saw his fair share of
them. She glanced at Wyatt. He was staring at her.

“What’s going through that gorgeous head of yours, Olivia?”

“You can call me Liv, ya know.” Wyatt shook his head. “You
don’t like Liv?” She pouted.

“I like Olivia,” Wyatt told her.

She grinned. “Aww, Olivia likes you too.”

“You always have a smart-ass answer, don’t you?”

“What does the sign in the barn mean?”

Wyatt frowned. “What sign?”

“The one about having seventeen hands between your legs.”

Wyatt burst out laughing. “Not what you’re thinking, that’s
for sure.”

Olivia swatted at him. “What’s it mean then?”

“A horse is measured in hands. A horse can be up to eighteen
hands tall, some are taller, not many though. A Quarter
Horse
is average at seventeen hands.” When she continued to frown at him, he grinned.
“A hand measures four inches across the palm, the horse is measured from the
highest point of the withers, which is the base of the horse’s neck at its
back. If a horse measures sixty inches, it’s divided by four, which is
fifteen.” He shrugged. “The horse is said to be fifteen hands tall. The sign
means there’s nothing like having a horse that stands seventeen hands tall
between your legs.”

“Oh, that’s as easy to remember as that pinto Paint thing.
Why not just say the horse is sixty inches tall?”

Wyatt shrugged. “Cowboy way, I guess.”

She laughed. “I love the cowboy way.” Then she squealed when
he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her out of the
arena and into his house. He set her on one of the stools at the center island.
She gazed around the kitchen. The white appliances sat nestled between black
marble countertops. The mahogany cabinets matched the hardwood floors. A large
window brought natural light in above the sink.

“This is a gorgeous kitchen. Too bad I don’t cook.” She
grinned.

“You should since you eat all the time.”

“I like to eat, what can I say? You could always help me
work the calories off,” she told him.

“I could.” Wyatt sighed. “What are we doing here, Olivia?”

She tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I didn’t want this to happen,” he grumbled.

She slid down from the stool. “You should have thought of
that before you fucked me, not after!”

He ran his hand down his face. “It will get complicated.”

“Again…
before
we had sex.”

“God damn it! We have to be together for family functions.
What if we keep seeing each other, and then one of us wants to end things?
Don’t you think that will make it complicated?”

“We agree to let it go.” When he huffed, she went on. “We’re
adults, Wyatt—consenting adults. When the time comes one of us wants to walk
away, we let them.” God, it was killing her to talk about him walking away,
because he would be the one who did. She’d never leave him given the chance.
She heard him swear as he turned away from her. She clutched his arm.

“Is once enough for you? Because I’ll be honest here and
tell you I already want you again.”

Wyatt stared at her then shook his head.

“No. Once isn’t enough,” he whispered as he stepped closer
to her. He cupped her face in his hands and lowered his lips to hers. She loved
the way he kissed. When his tongue entered her mouth, she groaned and touched
hers to his, making him growl deep in his throat. He slowly raised his head and
stared down at her.

* * * *

“No. Once would never be enough,” he said as he picked her
up and carried her toward the bedroom, where he laid her on the bed. His hand
moved down over her breasts, then down her stomach to her jeans. He cupped her
through the fabric. She moaned low in her throat as he moved his hand up and
down between her legs. When he moved his hand to the snap of her jeans, he
slowly unfastened it, lowered the zipper, and slipped his hand inside of her
panties. His finger moved down between her folds, making her squirm. Wyatt
moaned at how wet she was.

“God, sweetheart, you’re still so wet and I need you so
much.” He shoved her jeans down as her hand went to the snap on his. She
lowered the zipper slowly. He was so hard he thought he was going to explode
when her hand gripped him. Wyatt shoved his jeans down and moved between her
legs.

“I want you too much, Olivia. I can’t wait,” he whispered
against her lips.

“I can’t either, Wyatt. Please…”

Wyatt reached into the bedside table and retrieved a condom.
After sheathing himself, he groaned as he moved into her. He kissed her deep
and hard when he buried himself deep inside her. When her legs wrapped around
his waist, he rode her hard, and then rolled to his back for her to straddle him.
Gazing up at her was amazing. His hands went to her bra.

“Take this off. I have to see you,” he told her. He watched
as she reached for the clasp and unhooked her bra. He groaned when they spilled
free. His hands went to them and he ran his palms over them, making her nipples
hardened into peaks. He then ran his hands down her ribcage to her hips. He sat
up, wrapping his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue
entered her mouth as she started to moan. Wyatt gazed into her face. It was amazing
in the throes of her orgasm. He felt her tighten around him as she rocked her
hips, grinding against him.

“Wyatt,” she cried out. He rolled her to her back and thrust
into her hard. His orgasm shook him to the core, making him moan her name
against her neck before he lightly bit her shoulder. Olivia moaned as she came
again. He collapsed on top of her. Her arms tightened around him. He raised his
head to look at her. God, she looked so gorgeous with her cheeks flushed, her
sexy lips parted, and sweat on her temples. He traced her mole with his
fingertip.

“This is so fucking sexy,” he whispered, and then he kissed
her quickly rolling off her, and over to the edge of the bed, where he reached
for his jeans.
“How about something to eat?”

Olivia nodded. “I am hungry now that you mention it.”

“You’re always hungry. You should weigh three hundred pounds
the way you eat.” He chuckled.

She threw a pillow at him. “Emma said the same thing. I know
how to burn calories off, cowboy.” She grinned.

“I’ll say. Come into the kitchen after you get dressed. I’ll
have some food for you, and then we’ll burn off more calories.” Wyatt winked
and headed toward the kitchen.

* * * *

Olivia made a quick visit to the bathroom, and then joined
him in the kitchen. He had his back to her as he made up sandwiches. She glided
up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her cheek against
his strong back. He felt amazing to her.

“I thought you were hungry?” Wyatt murmured.

She laughed. “I am.” She kissed his back.
“Just
not for food.”

Wyatt spun around. “That’s a first.” He laughed when she
swatted at him. “Here.” He handed her a plate with a sandwich and chips on it.

Olivia smiled, carried her plate to the center island, and
took a seat on a stool. The kitchen was a chef’s dream. Above the island, there
hung shiny copper pots and pans. There were no curtains or blinds on any of the
windows so sunlight poured in with tiny dust motes dancing in the beams. The
house was beautiful. The living room was a large open area with a stone
fireplace centered on an outside wall. Windows on each side of it ran from the
floor up to the ceiling. The front windows faced the pine tree lined driveway.
She loved it.

Wyatt sat down across from her after setting a glass of tea
in front of her. She took a bite of her sandwich and glanced around, looking
everywhere but at him. Her eyes swiftly shifted back to him when she heard him
chuckle. She narrowed her eyes.

“Something funny, cowboy?”

Wyatt nodded.
“You.
I never figured
you to be shy. We’ve seen each other naked now, and I have to say, it was way
beyond my fantasies.”

“You fantasized about me?”

“Almost every damn night since the first day I saw you.” He
swallowed hard. “You got into my head, Olivia and I didn’t like it.”

“You still don’t,” she said in a whisper.

“You’re right. I don’t but it’s done.”

“What’s done?” Her heart hit her stomach.

“You’re in my head. Not much I can do about it,” he mumbled.

She slid off the stool. “Jesus! Don’t make it sound like
it’s my fault. You’re the one who said you wanted to
ride
me!”

Wyatt stood slowly and glared at her. “You didn’t say no.”

“I’ve been honest from the start about how much I wanted
you. Why in the hell would I say no? At least I own up to it! You still can’t
admit you want me,” she exclaimed, her voice rising with each word.

“Obviously I do, or I would have walked away in the barn.”

She picked up her jacket and put it on. “Well, I’m the one
walking away now.” Olivia ran from the house, got into her car, and drove home.

Chapter Four

“Son of a bitch,” Wyatt roared as he heard her driving away.
He knew it wouldn’t be easy if he got involved with her, but he already wanted
her again. His groin tightened as he thought of her clenching around him. Sex
with her was amazing. Just as he had suspected it would be. It was one reason
he had stayed away from her for as long as he had. Olivia wouldn’t be easy to
walk away from, and now he had to walk away. He wasn’t interested in a
long-term relationship with anyone, and he knew if he tried with her, she could
break his heart.

God damn it!
You need to learn to think with your head,
not your dick.

He sat back on the stool again and ran his hand over his
face. When he saw her in the barn, he thought he was seeing things. She’d let
him know from the beginning how much she wanted him and he was the one who had
lied about not wanting her. He had wanted her from the instant those amethyst
eyes met his.

He ran his hand along his jaw.
Shit!
Now what?

Sighing, he stood and put his coat on. He had to see her
again and tell her this couldn’t go any further. It just couldn’t, and that
bothered the hell out of him because he knew there wasn’t another woman out
there, anywhere, who could compete with Olivia—in or out of bed. Wyatt wasn’t
looking forward to having this conversation. Blowing out a breath, he got into
his truck and drove toward the B and B.

Pulling up to the front door, he glanced around. There were
a few people in the yard and some sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch,
the cooler weather not seeming to bother them. The B and B would close next
month. Becca only kept it open from May until mid-October.

He hopped out and headed toward the porch. A few women
sitting on the porch smiled at him. He put his fingers to the brim of his hat,
and nodded at them. He grinned when they laughed. He strode into the foyer to
see Stacy Miller sitting at the desk. She grinned at him in welcome.

“Hi Wyatt,” she said.

“Hey, Stacy,” he said glancing around. “Is Olivia around?”

“Hello handsome,” a woman’s voice said from behind him.

Wyatt turned to see a tall, beautiful redhead smiling at
him. He nodded at her. She stepped closer.

“A real cowboy, huh?” she purred.

“Yes, ma’am,” Wyatt answered politely. He glanced back to
Stacy, who sat grinning at him. “Olivia?”

“I’ll get her, Wyatt. I’ll be right back,” Stacy told him as
she left the foyer and headed toward the kitchen.

“Wyatt, huh?
I like your name.” The
woman smiled up at him.

“Thank you.” Wyatt felt damned uncomfortable. He was used to
women coming on to him but this woman was doing more than coming on to him. He
knew he could have her right here and now if he wanted to.

“What are you doing here, Wyatt?” Olivia’s voice had him
turning away from the woman.

“Can we talk?”

“I think we said all we need to…” Olivia started.

“Honey, if you don’t want to
talk
with him, I will,” the woman said with a sly grin.

Wyatt spun around and narrowed his eyes. “No.”

The woman laughed. “Playing hard to get?”

“I’m not playing,” Wyatt said through slightly clenched
teeth.

The woman finally took the hint and walked back toward the
living room with a last glance over her shoulder, her eyes going to his crotch.

“Holy hell,” he muttered, and then looked to where Olivia
had stood, but she was gone. Wyatt headed toward the kitchen. He knew the B and
B like the back of his hand. He knocked on the door of her apartment. She
opened it and glared at him. “Can I come in?”

Olivia sighed with obvious annoyance, but opened the door
wider to let him enter. He strode past her and turned to look at her. She closed
the door and leaned back against it. He closed his eyes for a few seconds then
opened them to look at her, hopefully, with something other than desire. He saw
her blink her eyes quickly.

“Olivia…”

“If you’ve come here to tell me we won’t see each other, I
get it. Now you can go.”

“I…” He swallowed hard. “Damn it, I did come here to tell
you that but now that I’m here, I want you…” He stepped closer to her and
kissed her.

Without hesitation, her arms snaked around his neck as he
lifted her legs around him. He rubbed his crotch against the apex of her legs.
She moaned deep in her throat. When Wyatt reached to lift her T-shirt off over
her head, she dropped her feet to the floor. He groaned when he saw she wasn’t
wearing a bra. Her breasts were perfect and fit just right in his hands. He
hooked his thumbs into the top of her flannel pajama pants and shoved them
down. She stepped out of them. Wyatt’s hand went between her legs. He growled
low in his throat as he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris,
making her jerk against him.

Her hands went to his fly. She unzipped his jeans and
slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around him. He pushed his
erection into her hand, and then lifted her up so her legs encircled his waist.

“Shit! I don’t have a condom,” Wyatt grumbled.

“I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Please, Wyatt.”

“I’m safe too, but I don’t have sex without a condom.” Her
hips moved against him, making him groan. He put his forehead against hers. “I
can’t…stop. I have to have you.” He thrust into her. Both of them groaned.
Wyatt pounded into her hard and fast. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed
her, moving his tongue deep into her mouth. Wyatt felt her muscles tightening
around him as his orgasm started crashing over him.

“Wyatt…
please
,” she whispered.

“Now, Olivia…
now,”
he
growled as he came. She was right there with him and he felt her shiver against
him as she cried out his name. After a few more thrusts, Wyatt stared into her
heavy-lidded eyes.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t come over here for this.” He
lightly kissed her. “Are you all right?”

“I don’t think I have any splinters in my ass, if that’s
what you’re asking.”

Wyatt chuckled. “I’m sorry to hear that. I would have
enjoyed removing them for you.”

She stared up at him. “You really did come to tell me you
didn’t want to continue seeing me, didn’t you?”

He stepped back from her. “Yes.”

“So what was that?” She waved toward the door. “You have a
weird way of breaking things off, cowboy.”

He sighed and walked toward the couch and took a seat.
“Could you dress, please?”

Olivia pulled her pants up and put her T-shirt on over her
head. She took a seat in the chair opposite him. “What do you want to do,
Wyatt? Because if you really don’t want to do this anymore, I get it, but I
won’t be someone you’ll just have sex with when you feel like it. I have
feelings too. If you want to continue this, then we do it the right way.”

“What do you mean?”

“We see each other and no one else. I won’t share you with
other women. We go out—”

“Out?
As in
date?”
She nodded. “I don’t date,” he told her shaking his head.

“You will with me or it’s not at all. I won’t be some
fucking booty call for you when you’re horny.”

He stared at her. She was actually serious.
“Date?”

Olivia nodded.
“Date.”

He ran his hand down his face and swore. “No. I don’t date.
That requires a relationship and I’ve told you I’m not interested in any kind
at all, other than just sex.”

“So, you do sexual relationships?” Olivia asked. Wyatt
nodded.

“Then don’t tell me you don’t do any kind of relationships.
I think you need to go.” She walked to the door and opened it for him to leave.
As he walked past her, she smiled up at him. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll be the one
to walk away first and you’ll be angry it wasn’t you.” The door closed behind
him and not too gently.

Wyatt stood in the kitchen wondering what the fuck just
happened. Did she really think he’d agree to
date?
He groaned as he headed back toward the foyer and walked past
Stacy without saying a word. The woman who came on to him earlier was standing
on the porch. She smiled at him and started toward him but he shook his head at
her, stopping her in her tracks.

He climbed into his truck, spun the tires when he tore out
of the driveway, and headed home. He pulled up to his house, turned off the
engine but just sat there behind the wheel.

No, there was no way it would ever work. Yes, he wanted her,
but to go out on dates. What was she thinking?
No way.
He slammed his fist into the roof of the truck and swore
when he hurt his knuckles. He got out and entered the house, swearing the
entire time.

Bear ran toward the back door and Wyatt let him out. As he
headed toward his bedroom to shower, he swore the entire time. He entered the
bedroom, glanced toward the bed, and saw the messed up covers from their
earlier lovemaking. Hell no! They hadn’t made love. It was sex.
Pure and simple.
Just sex.
His body
ached thinking about how good it had been with her. Could he stay away from her
or would he have to succumb to her terms.

“Damn you,” he shouted. Thing was, it wouldn’t just make him
angry if she was the one who walked away first, it would kill him. It was going
to be a long fucking night.

* * * *

Olivia had slammed the door behind him, and then blinked
back the tears stinging her eyes. She refused to cry over him. No tears would
fall for Wyatt Stone. A sob tore from her as a tear slid down her cheek. She
marched over to the couch and lay down on it. Grabbing a pillow, she put it
over her face and sobbed. Once the tears subsided, she screamed into the pillow,
and then tossed it across the room. She sat up and stared at the door. The sex
was fantastic, as she knew it would be. How could she ever see him casually
now? He’d been right when he said it would make things complicated.
Great! Just fucking great!
It would be
even harder to be around him now. If it had been hard before, it would be
nothing compared to what it was going to be like now. Seeing him at family
functions was going to be harder than ever. After being with him, how could she
ever see another man? It was time to admit she was in love with him. She’d
denied it long enough.

Olivia groaned as she continued to stare at the door. She
fell in love with him the minute she first set eyes on him. When he’d walked
into the feed store and Becca introduced them, she fell right then, and all
he’d ever done was ignore her. Speaking to her only when she spoke to him, and
then it was always small talk. At times, it was like pulling teeth just getting
him to say anything to her…until this morning in the barn. That was the most
he’d ever talked to her. She couldn’t believe it and then amazing sex with him
three times in one day. Damn. And she’d do it again if he were here right now.

If she couldn’t convince him to be with her for more than
sex, she’d have to move away. It would be for the best. He would forever be in
her heart so the longer and further she was away from him, the better. She
stood and headed toward the bathroom for a shower. She was just going to have
to do her best to get him interested enough to spend time with her for
something other than sex.

She laughed without humor.
Just how do you plan to do that when all you’ll want is sex too?
No, she realized it wasn’t all she wanted. She wanted his love and that was
going to be a long hard climb. With his heart all locked up in chains, she’d
have to do her best to break it free. Nodding, Olivia stepped into the shower
and began working on a plan to get Wyatt Stone to fall in love with her.

* * * *

Her chance to see him again came sooner than she expected
when Emma invited her to dinner, along with everyone else in the family. Olivia
dressed in skinny jeans and a tight purple sweater, which matched her eyes, and
on her feet were matching stilettos. With her make-up perfect, she headed out
the door to drive to Emma and Gabe’s ranch. She parked beside Jake’s truck and
glanced around. She smiled when she spotted Wyatt’s truck. Taking a deep
breath, she pushed open her car door, walked up the steps, and entered the
kitchen. Her heart stopped when she spotted Wyatt leaning back against the
counter. He wore a blue and white checkered flannel shirt over a blue T-shirt,
soft denim jeans, and he was eating an apple.

“You’re going to ruin your appetite, Wyatt Stone,” Emma was
scolding him.

“My appetite’s fine,” he said as his eyes moved over Olivia.

She took her coat off and hung it up before hugging Emma.
“He seems to have a very healthy appetite,” she said and watched as Wyatt’s
lips rose in a smile.

Emma’s gaze shifted back and forth between them. “I
suppose,” she murmured and headed toward the living room, leaving Wyatt and
Olivia alone.

Wyatt stared at her. Olivia moved toward him and took the
apple from him then took a bite of it, and handed it back. His eyebrows shot
up.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re tempting me like Eve
tempted Adam?” he said in a low voice.

Olivia grinned. “You tell me, cowboy.”

Wyatt glanced away from her then back. “You do tempt me,
Olivia.”

“Is that so? Well, what are you going to do about it?”

“Damn it. I don’t date,” he muttered.

“Your loss,” she said stepping away from him. He wrapped his
fingers around her arm and pulled her back to him. She watched as his eyes
roamed over her face and landed on her lips. He swore under his breath.

“All right,” he growled.

Olivia raised her eyebrows.
“All right?”

“Yes, damn it.”

Olivia burst out laughing. “Gee, you make me feel so
special. Since tomorrow’s Saturday, we can go out tomorrow night.”