Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Wylie
Nevyn was hauled off for trespassing, illegal possession of a firearm, and making threats.
To my disgust, when we fill out the sheriff’s report, they tell us they can’t go in and pick up any of the elders from the compound without a full investigation first.
They need evidence of abuse. They need warrants. Turns out it’s Olivia’s word against not just the elders but dozens of brainwashed women who, when interviewed, claim that nothing illegal is going on.
And Orlyn Moffat, the one who shot at Wylie, is nowhere to be found. It’s as if he’s vanished into thin air.
I feel pretty down in the dumps about it as Olivia helps me peel off my shirt. She examines my bruises as I step into the shower.
“I still don’t understand what happened. Why he didn’t kill me,” I say.
Olivia is determined to distract me and follows me into the shower stall. “Because he was creating a diversion. Nevyn was just supposed to kidnap me, but the whole thing went sideways for them. It’s a good thing.”
“I could kill him for threatening you,” I grit out. The warm spray hits my back and takes my temper down a notch.
Olivia, meanwhile, has a certain gleam in her eye.
“What’s on your mind? You okay?”
She nods.
“I need to do something.”
She bites her pouty bottom lip, which I have to admit is a pretty good way to pull me out of my dark thoughts.
“What are you scheming in that head of yours, baby?”
Olivia licks her lips, her pretty mouth putting filthy thoughts into my head.
“Olivia,” I say with a warning. “What are you up to?”
She doesn’t answer me with words.
My runaway bride drops to her knees, her hands clutching my thighs.
I rumble a string of unintelligible curses as she takes my cock head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Olivia,” I repeat, but she’s determined to make me forget this horrible day.
And she’s doing a damn good job of it.
I watch in erotic fascination as she takes me in deeper, her lips, hands, and tongue gorging on my aching cock.
She looks up at me as she works me over, her lashes fluttering innocently.
“Enough.”
I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her off my dick.
“On the bed, Olivia.”
“But…we’re all wet…”
“Sit. On. The bed. Now.”
She shivers at my intensity and does exactly as I say.
My Olivia sits on the edge of the bed, her glistening, wet body dripping all over the blankets. I kneel in front of her, nestled between her thighs. I hike one thick, damp leg over my shoulder and ease her all the way forward.
Olivia’s sweet scent calls to me. I drag my tongue over the seam of her wet folds, growing more and more aroused at every noise she makes.
“Tell me. Who’s this pussy for?”
She gasps. “You. It’s all for you, Wylie.”
I open her with my thumbs, and the thigh muscles on my shoulder tense. I have my first taste.
My Olivia is so sweet I could fucking cry. Oh, this is going to be fun.
I devour every drop from her weeping cunt. The tip of my nose teases her clit as I lose myself in her scent. In her delicious honey.
I tease and lick, and own every inch of her, making sure she knows how fucking sexy she is to me.
I can’t get enough.
“Mine,” I rumble. I spear her with my tongue, then alternate that with two fingers inside while I sweetly suck her clit between my lips.
Worshiping her. My goddess.
My Olivia.
She cries out on a ragged breath. “Wylie! Oh god!”
Her sweet juices explode, squirting out and running down my chin.
She comes hard, squeaking so high-pitched I’m sure the horses can hear her.
As her release rolls through her, I gather her up in my arms, pulling her on top of me.
She continues to twitch as I kiss her, sharing her incredible taste with her.
Olivia moans against my mouth, kissing me deeply. Always wanting more.
And I’ll always be here to give her what she wants.
“I know I keep saying it, but I’ve never done anything like that before. I never knew it could be that good.”
I love how chatty she gets after an orgasm. I love how she feels when she’s naked and spent in my arms.
I love everything about her, and I tell her. It’s only been a few days, but it’s time.
“You know I love you, Olivia.”
“No,” she says, batting those long, tempting lashes at me. “I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you do.”
She laughs. “So official.”
“I don’t always know the right thing to say. But you’re the most precious thing in my life. And I love you.”
She smiles and runs her dainty, strong, capable hands over my face. “That’s a relief. Because I love you too, Wylie.”
Nothing has ever felt this right to me.
No matter what happens next, I know she’s my constant thing. My safe place. And I’ll be hers. And we can face anything together.