Page 3 of Sheriff's Dirty Secret
The sane part that still existed inside of me wanted to keep his distance, worried about the dark predator she had awakened. But the Big Bad Wolf wanted to howl up at the sky for the win even if he knew he had to wait a little longer to claim Olive as his own.
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olive trejo
I should have gonestraight home after Karaoke night.
It wasn’t even the drinks that got me where I am now.
Nope! I am the only one to blame.Stone-cold sober, I sashayed my way up the sexy sheriff’s porch at one in the morning like some kind of dirty, little secret. Like some kind of illicit booty call. Which was fitting, because that’s what this was going to be. Scratch an itch. Fuck him out of my system.
Without overthinking, I knocked on his door, ignoring the way my heart felt like it was lodged in my throat.
My head couldn’t decide if I hoped he would be up and open the door or if he would sleep through it so I could slink off into the night and never admit to anyone what I’d done. Not that I got a chance to think about which one I was leaning more towards. How could I when the door opened?
There he was. Like a dirty, sexy, wet dream filled with promise, standing in front of me, shirtless with jeans tossed on that weren’t buttoned all the way, his dirty-blond hair ruffled. Almost like he’d just rolled out of bed.
His muscled body looked like it had been sculpted from the prettiest marble. Smooth and slightly tanned with frecklesall over his broad shoulders. Freckles I wanted to get up close and personal with so I could count each and every one.With my tongue.I wasn’t even disappointed at the fact his bare skin didn’t seem to have a drop of ink tatted on him.
“Olive.” He smirked, and just like that, the lusty haze I’d been in popped. I rolled my eyes. That smirk of his had probably melted panties away by the dozens. Mine included.
It’s okay. We don’t want forever!a little voice in my head muttered, lying to both of us.
“Something I can help you with?” He stepped closer. The porch light was dim, casting the two of us under a soft golden hue.
Luck favors the bold,that little voice encouraged like it usually did to get me moving and get what I wanted.
And what I wanted was the man in front of me.
I craved him like I’d never craved anything in my life, and that included the chocolate chip cookies I was famous for and couldn’t live without. It was a glitch.It has to be!I didn’t do relationships. Not since high school.
“Hopefully, Sheriff. I mean, a girl can only hope.” I smiled innocently as I made sure to be as obvious as possible as I checked him out. I had no idea how a man could be that damn good looking.
One night. That’s all I want. One hot and heavy and hopefully long sweaty night, and he would be out of my system. The glitch would be smoothed out, and everything could go back to like it was before he strode into Moonlit Pines.
“And what’s that, Miss Trejo?”Miss Trejo.It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on my overheated body. That little name for me started a week ago, and I didn’t like it. I had no idea why the sheriff got under my skin the way he did. Maybe my sister, Raven, was right? Maybe it was because I had a feeling Luke was different.
“Olive,” I corrected before clearing and softening my voice a little. “Or you can call me Oli,” I added, and it was obvious he found that weird. His surprise flashed for a split second before his brows bunched up.
“Have you been drinking?” His hand moved between us, and he tipped my head back, making our height and size difference very obvious with that little move.
Usually, that wasn’t my thing.
Dominance wasn’t what made me weak in the knees, but like everything else, the law-abiding man who looked like the too-nice guy next door with his pretty, blue eyes made me wobble just a little.Okay, fine! A lot.
“No,” I answered honestly, looking up at his azure stare.
Eyes I could float off in and let the world disappear around me. The thought made me frown and step out of his hold. I’d never wanted to get lost in anyone’s eyes. Getting lost in anyone was a dangerously stupid thing.Been there, done that, had the T-shirt and broken dreams to prove it.
“This was a mistake,” I said out loud. He stepped forward, grasping my wrist with a gentle, warm hold.
“What was?” Those intense azure eyes searched my face for a clue, for something. Something I was too afraid he could see.
“This,” I repeated. “Coming here. I’m sorry I woke you up. I’ll go—“ I started to turn, but Luke was bigger and faster than me.
Somehow, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled my flush up against his front. The warmth of his strong body seeped into me, making me feel weak. No, weak wasn’t the right word.
Needy.
