Chapter 149


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    1 look over to the stalls then I pick up Olivia in my arms. Diva is obviously displeased, but she can bite


    my as s. “Let me show you the horses.” Walking up to the first stall, I say, “This is Artax. Do you


    remember when we watched The NeverEnding Story, and you cried for days because Artax died in the


    swamp, and Cam and Rueben teased you:


    because of it ”


    When Olivia and Cam became friends, Rueben, Tyson, and I thought it was just a faze, especially


    since Cam never had a good opinion of the Dukes. Weekster, Olivia became amon guest in


    Cam and her family’s house. Since I was a friend of Tyson and Rueben, I would often hang out with


    them, drinking, smoking, and ying Call of Duty while preparing for University, Olivia wiggled her way


    into out lives by learning how to y video games and hanging out with us. Soon, Sunday became


    pizza and movie day. The five of us, plus Rueben’s parents, would find afortable spot in the living


    room and watch movies for hours.


    “You were the only one who didn’t make fun of me,” she says as she looks at the horse. “Even Tyson


    “Tyson has always been an as s.”


    “I suppose,” she murmurs, her eyes never leaving Artax.


    Despite the bruises covering her cheeks, she has turned into a beautiful woman. The shirt she is


    wearing has enough buttons undone to reveal her generous ti t s to me. My c o c k stirs, and if not for


    her being hurt, I probably would have had my co c k down her throat by now, tears spilling down her


    face, her lips swollen by how rough I would have been with her. I push aside my desire to fill her holes


    with my cu m.


    Turning to the other stall, I say, “This is Speckles. She, I pause for a moment, then continue, “had a


    rough life before Jasper found out about her and brought her here.”


    Tears pool inside her eyes. “She is suffering.”


    I frown. “I know the experience you had with us wasn’t the best, but we are not harming her.”


    Olivia shakes her head. “She misses her filly.”


    “Filly? Speckles never had a foal.”


    “She did,” Olivia insists. “I can feel it.”


    Olivia has always been fond of animals, especially horses, but for her to sense if an animal is suffering


    or not an why is another thing.


    I know I am going to regret thister, but even so, I say, “I will ask her ex-owner’s son about it.” Olivia


    nods absently as her eyes are fixed on Speckles. “I left the best forst-Juniper.”


    Olivia’s back stiffens. “Jasper kept mentioning her. It is not my ce to say anything, but do you really


    have to keep her here, in the barn?”


    I frown, because she is making no sense. “Where are we supposed to keep her?” I ask as we reach


    Juniper’s stall.


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    “In the home,” she suggests,


    The goat in the house?”


    “The what


    “huniper is a goat.” Olivia’s eyebrows inch op. “What? Did you think she was a woman we keep


    chained in the ent She doesn’t reply, but her pink cheeks tell me I am right.


    Iugh, her checks bing more flushed, making her even more beautiful. My eyes lock with hers,


    and before 1 krem what I am doing, my lips capture hers, finally kissing her. For years, I dreamed of


    her, the forbidden fruit, knowing I would never have her. Itut now, not only is she in my arms, but soon


    she will be in my bed, under me, her p us s y kissing


    my d i c k.


    If not for Tyson and Rueben, the things I would have done to Olivia tonight.


    Her lips are soft and full, made for kissing. A purr ripples through me, reminding me I am not the only


    one who has been waiting for this moment.


    I yfully nip her tender flesh, and when she opens her mouth, my tongue spears inside her mouth.


    Despite my eagerness to kiss her, Olivia barely reciprocates.


    “Kiss me back, Honey,” I murmur.


    Honey.


    I bet that p u s s y of hers


    Astes like honey as well. When she is better, I will f u c k i n g spread her on the table and lick her for


    hours. Not just lick her, I will eat her out, a full course meal-tongue, teeth, mouth, until I am satisfied


    and she has no more voice from screaming my name, as I make here all over my face, over and


    over again, until my body and


    soul are fused to hers forever.


    Olivia shily returns my kiss, making me even hungrier for her taste. My tongue dives deeper into her


    mouth, licking every inch, iming it for me.


    My c o c k throbs with the need to bury myself deep inside her and fill her with c u m, getting her


    pregnant with my child. I have been obsessed with her ever since she became friends with Cam, but


    I never said anything to her because she was a minor back then. But now she is fair game, and this


    time, I won’t hold back. At least, not when I am with her


    because Rueben and Tyson won’t approve of this….. madness.


    This is madness, else, how can I exin my unhealthy obsession with this woman?


    Healthy or not, madness or not, obsession or not, Olivia is here to stay. It is only a matter of time before


    1 the others that Olivia is the one for us


    Olivia shivers, and I break the kiss. “It’s best I take you back to the house.”


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    Looking over my shoulder at the ck goat who is missing her left horn, Olivia says, “Alright.”


    convince


    I walk out of the barn, Olivia in my arms, Diva following us. For a moment, I contemte taking her to


    my room, but


    not wanting to deal with Tyson and Rueben’s outbursts, I head over to the guest house.


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    Jasper is snoring, oblivious to Olivia sneaking out of the house. I gently ce her next to him and cover


    her with the


    duvet


    “Don’t forget about the filly,” she reminds me before I slip outside the house.


    A few dayster, Rueben, Diva, and I are on the road, tracking down a criminal who has been eluding


    justice for months. The air inside the SUV is thick with tobo and there are empty beer cans all over


    the back seats.


    Rueben has been stewing for days, and I have yet to find out why. I could ask him what’s on his mind,


    but after years of dealing with his temper, I learned not to g i v e a shit, and eventually, he will tell me


    everything I want to know.


    My phone buzzes in my pocket, letting me know I received a text. I pull it out and open the text. It’s


    from the son of the b a s t a r d who was Speckles’ owner before us.


    “Yes, she did have a filly right months ago.”


    1 contacted him yesterday. I wanted to demonstrate that Olivia was wrong about Speckles, but she was


    right about the filly.


    How the f u c k did she know?


    “Where is the filly now?’ I type back and put the phone back in my pocket, knowing it will take a while


    before I receive a


    reply.


    Rueben tums left on an empty road in the middle of the forest and, minutester, suddenly stops the


    car and gets out.


    Knowing he is about to talk about whatever crawled up his a s s, I take a cigar and light it before I, too,


    get out of the


    car.


    “Jasper is getting too attached to the Diseased C u n t. I don’t like it. We need to do something about


    it.”


    Since New York, Rueben has kept a close eye on Jasper, watching how he interacts with Olivia, while I


    took a step back, waiting for her to get better so I can f u c k her to my heart’s content.


    1 take a drag from my cigar. “Like what?”


    “Anything.” He paces back and forth several times before saying, “We should take her to the Blood


    Lodge,” my demon growls in anger, but I don’t interrupt him, “during one of the gatherings and-


    He doesn’t get to finish as he suddenly grunts in pain and grabs the right side of his neck with his hand,


    blood dripping from between his fingers.


    I put the cigar between my lips and take out my handgun from the holster just as a bullet grazes my left


    ear.