Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
I’ve always wondered what making out in a barn would be like.
Turns out it’s pretty messy.
But also fun.
How could it not be fun with my cowboy’s hands all over me?
How could I not feel absolutely wonderful after this beautiful, kind, generous man has asked me to stay?
I can’t believe I’m seriously considering it.
Would starting a new relationship like this be worth the trouble I bring to this ranch? It’s too dangerous to involve the church’s immediate neighbors in helping victims escape the compound.
I promised to think about what he said.
For now, I’m taking a little bit of happiness for myself: Wylie under me, my shirt and bra askew, his hands and mouth on my tits driving me absolutely wild with need.
His lips cover my nipple and more, suckling and licking, building the need to feel him everywhere. Wylie switches to the opposite breast, and the cold night air hitting my wet nipple makes me shiver.
It’s warm enough for horses in here but too cold for me.
My core aches for more of Wylie, and my whole body aches for a bed after a long day.
“Wylie, I want you,” I repeat.
My breast pops free from his mouth, and his eyes are dark when he looks up at me. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret rushing into it.”
I’m so ready I could grind on him. “I won’t regret it, Wylie. You’re a good man, and I know you’d never hurt me.”
“Olivia…”
“I know you think I’m immature, but I understand how men work. I’m. I’m not expecting you to marry me or anything. I’m strong, and I’m not going to get hurt.”
Wylie growls. “You got it twisted, baby girl. I’m the one who’s already fallen.”
I am frozen in shock; my galloping heart is the only part of me moving. “You’ve…fallen?”
“So damn hard I can’t see straight. It’s too late for that. At least on my end.”
One thing I know about Wylie is that he’s a man who says what he means. He doesn’t mess around with his words.
And he’s good. And kind. And generous.
“Wylie, I don’t want to leave here. But I don’t want the elders to bother you…”
He quiets me with his mouth on mine. The kiss is too short.
“I don’t want you worrying about them anymore.”
This is unrealistic because I know I’ll have to face them sooner or later. I’ll have to do something to keep Nevyn away from this place.
Away from these good people. My people.
“Then we only have one other problem left to discuss.”
I’m so full of need that I’m ready to start clawing at his skin like a barn cat. “Really? Another excuse?”
He chuckles softly and kisses my throat. God, that feels good.
“Yeah. I can’t screw you in the barn. It wouldn’t be right.”
I whisper, “Then take me to your room, Wylie. I’ve been missing your bed.”
My cowboy kisses me so hard I see stars even though my eyes are closed.