by Maren Lee
Whoa.
“Couldn’t turn her down. Haven’t been able to turn her down since. She’s like a sex ninja. She shows up when I least expect it and I have zero self control around her.” Ryan shook his head.
“Well, it’s over now, so that’s all that matters,” Wesson wasn’t so sure, but he wanted to tell himself that. The more he said it out loud, the more he would believe it, and the more he wouldn’t be lying to Jake every time he saw the guy’s face.
“Yep. Over now. Done. No more sex ninja. I got it through her head,” Ryan replied, nodding along, as if he was still trying to convince himself.
“Good. Let’s go check out the creeper house,” Wesson said as he pulled out onto Highway 33 and headed to the other side of town.
They followed the winding highway that stayed on the outskirts of Imminence. It dipped into the forest every so often, so it was one of Wesson’s favorite drives. Banner Creek cut right up against the mountainside. But even though it was beautiful, it was not the affluent side of town. The “creeper house” was a known meth house. The house had been the location of multiple drug busts - more than Wesson could count - with different dealers nearly every time. Lately, though, meth was not the drug of choice in Bounty County. Wesson wondered if the creeper house was being used to pack heroin now.
Worth a shot.
They got there in about twenty minutes. There were a few cars parked in the driveway. It wasn’t in a neighborhood. Just a house on the side of the highway. But there was a dirt road off to the left where Wesson could pull off and see the house through the pine trees. So that’s what he did.
“Good call, Wess.” Ryan had been silent for a while.
He nodded in response. For a few hours they sat in relative silence. A few people left the house, but nothing suspicious. It just looked like people enjoying summer in the mountains.
Until the red Corvette showed up.
“Ryan!” He smacked him on the arm. “That fucking car is back. The fucking creepers have gotten in with the cartel,” he whispered loudly, as if he was worried they would hear him through the woods.
“Jesus. This shit has gotten outta hand. First the mayor. Now the cartel is dealing with this crazy level of shit head? How desperate are they to push shit ‘round here?” Ryan glared out the window as the man got out of the car.
“God, it’s too fuckin’ hot for a tuxedo,” Wesson commented.
Ryan laughed. “I think that’s just a regular suit, man. A nice one. But just a suit.”
“Same thing,” Wesson replied. Ryan just shrugged.
He watched as the man in the tuxedo walked into the house with the giant duffel bag.
Forty-five minutes later he walked out. Duffel bag empty.
Ideas formed.
“We need to go in there and shake shit up. Find out who the fuck is dealing for the creepers now. They’re common fucking meth heads. They can't possibly be pushing that themselves.”
“Let's get in there,” Ryan agreed.
Wesson waited for the Corvette to round the corner and then he pulled the rig up the drive to the house as he called in to Dispatch.
“Bounty County, 2268,” Wesson spoke into the radio.
“2268, go ahead.”
“Suspicious activity at 4801 Highway 33. We’re checking it out.”
“2268, copy.”
Wesson nodded at Ryan and they got out of the car and headed up to the house.
They both stood next to the door. Adrenaline coursed through Wesson’s veins as he peeked in the window and saw exactly what he needed to see in order to gain entry into the house. He nodded at Ryan again. Ryan turned and knocked loudly twice.
A woman opened up the door. Wide. Too wide. She should have really checked to see who was on the other side of the door. Because all the drugs were right there. Plain view.
“Bounty County, hands up!”
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After shaking down the house, Wesson and Ryan ended up arresting two males and one female. Just their usual suspects, but they confiscated seven bricks of heroin, two pounds of meth, and six pounds of marijuana - way more than the creepers had ever been busted with. Way over their usual threshold.
The female admitted to pushing for new dealers. She didn't have the names of the individuals, but said they were supposed to get another delivery on Tuesday afternoon.
Based on how quick she was to spill details, Wesson was certain they had no fucking clue just who they'd gotten into business with.
The two males confirmed the story of the female. Dealer drop off was Tuesday afternoon. The Department would need to keep this bust on the down low in order to get more information. They had a couple more leads to follow, but these class-A morons were the best shot they had right now to take down the cartel.
If it was cartel related, Wesson hoped he’d be able to keep these three alive as witnesses. Ruiz was notorious in Colorado for calling in hits on anyone involved in a bust. Wesson assumed he’d use the same tactics in Montana. These idiots didn’t know what trouble they'd gotten themselves into.
Wesson had Ryan lock them up in their own cells, opposite sides of the jail from one another. Thankfully they were nowhere near Molly. The holding cell they had Molly in was basically in their office. He would have been throwing a far bigger fit if Molly was in the actual jail.
They briefed Brenden and Jake on the developments. Corvette/tuxedo/suit guy was obviously the go-between. Who the hell knew who the other punks were they'd be intercepting Tuesday afternoon, but Brenden was prepared to call in reinforcements, if necessary.
Wesson was fucking beat. Two more nights without Molly. He could hardly stand it. He decided he was going to sleep at the station tonight. Lane said she’d check on Kobe Michael for him, but he knew the cat was pissed. When he went home to shower this evening, Kobe Michael had rolled all over his clean towel and barfed on the bathroom rug. Signature move from his pissed off cat. Such a dick.
When he’d spoken to Lane earlier this evening, he’d also gotten an update on the efforts of the Three Musketeers. No one in his neighborhood had seen much of anything. The party house didn’t remember much more than what they’d told Lane last night. The Smiths across the street were on vacation. The Connors said they’d heard raccoons in their garbage around 11 p.m., but that wasn’t actually news in these parts. Mr. Simon had been on a late walk and had seen another man out for an evening stroll on Wesson’s side of the street, but it had already turned from dusk to night and he couldn’t see his face well. Average height, slightly overweight was all they got for a description. They basically struck out. Wesson had to hope something panned out with prints this week.
He laid his sleeping bag down in the deputies’ room. If Molly was stuck here, so was he. He'd packed an overnight bag for himself and had Chloe bring some fresh pajamas, slippers, and flip flops for Molly. He’d asked Brenden if he could stay in the cell next to her, but he’d said no. Well, more specifically, he’d said “abso-fucking-lutely not.” Wesson was upset, but compromised on being able to sleep in the deputies’ room like a homeless cop.
When Molly got out of here on Monday he was taking her home and never letting her go. He'd be damned if she was going to go to trial for this bullshit.
“Goodnight, Molly!” he shouted as loudly as he could.
“Goodnight, Wess. Thanks for staying!” she shouted back.
He smiled. Even in jail she was adorable.
Chapter 14
On Monday morning, Wesson waited for Molly to walk out the front door of the courthouse and then swept her into his arms. He lifted her high enough that she was able to wrap her legs around him.
“Jesus Christ, Molly. That was the longest 58 hours of my life. I'm so goddamn sorry you had to be in there.” He peppered her face with kisses.
“Wess,” she squeezed him tight. “Thank you for staying there these last few nights. You didn't have to do that.”
He smiled while
looking into her eyes. “I couldn’t let you stay there alone. It isn't right. I know you didn’t do that shit. We have some good leads, Moll. I promise. Me and the guys are doing everything we can to get this figured out and these charges dropped before the pretrial hearing next week. The girls have been helping too.”
“I know. Thank you. I have the best boyfriend and friends that a girl could ask for.”
“So are we official? Tell the world official? You’re gonna be my girlfriend?” He grinned from ear-to-ear and then kissed her happily as they walked to his pickup.
“After the weekend I endured, there is no time like the present. So yes, we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend. If you’ve got a problem with it because you’re over thirty, I don’t care. You can deal with it on your own time. Right now, I need my boyfriend to take me home so I can take a hot shower.” Molly smiled back.
Wesson opened the front passenger door. “I have zero problem with it. And you can bet your sweet ass I'm taking you home.” He spanked her ass lightly as she slid in the pickup and then grabbed himself a good handful.
“Wess! We're in public,” she giggled and swatted at his hand.
“So?” Wesson winked at her and shut her door, then rounded the hood of his truck. He hopped in the driver's side and pulled the door shut. “Let's get you home, honey.”
He grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly. Her soft hands needed to be in his forever. Holy shit. You've got the feels, bro. He didn't bother to shush his inner self. He knew he had a serious case of the feels. He liked everything he was thinking and feeling with her.
Molly Mooney was the nacho cheese to his pretzel.
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Molly was grabbing clean towels from the laundry room when she heard the shower turn on. Wesson was so freakin’ sweet. She felt so lucky that he seemed to always be thinking of her and trying to take care of her.
She walked back into the bathroom with two towels to find Wesson. Buck naked. I guess we’re showering together. Whoa.
“I was just going to holler for ya, babe. Come on, let's get cleaned up.”
Molly’s jaw dropped. Maybe someday she would be used to seeing him naked. But today was not that day. And oh, what a sight he was.
“Moll? You okay?” Wesson smiled at her and stepped closer. “Come on.” He grabbed the towels from her and set them on the counter. He pulled her shirt over her head and moved his hands to her pants, slowly sliding them down. Wesson stood back and got a good look at her in all her naked glory. Molly felt a smidge self-conscious, but not for long. Wesson blew out a breath. “So sexy,” he commented and then cleared his throat. “God damn sexy.”
He moved the shower curtain to the side, letting her step in first. The hot water hit her skin and she felt all of the tension that had built up during her weekend in jail immediately release. Wesson stepped in behind her and all the hair on her body stood up, giving her goosebumps from head to toe. Her nipples hardened almost instantly.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. He moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck and then her shoulder. She melted into his touch, feeling warmth pool between her legs.
“Were you sore from the other night?” He began rubbing her stomach softly with his big hands.
Molly pressed her backside into his groin. “I was sore. But every time I thought about it, it made me smile. I only wished we could have spent the rest of the weekend doing that over and over again,” she sighed.
“Me too, baby. You feeling achy at all, anymore?” He cupped her mound with his hand.
Oh yes. Molly moaned at his touch. “Mmmmm. Very achy.”
He slipped his fingers through her folds. She could feel his hard length pressing into her butt.
“So do you want me to stop?” he asked.
No! Don’t stop!
Wesson chuckled. “Okay, I won’t stop then,” he replied.
Did I say that out loud? He continued massaging between her legs and then pressed one finger inside.
“So wet and tight, baby.” He moved his finger in and out, slowly slipping in a second, and then a third. “How does that feel?” he asked. He flicked his thumb over her clit while continuing to move in and out of her.
“So. Good,” she said breathlessly.
Wesson moved his left hand that had been braced on her hip up to her left nipple. He squeezed while flicking her swollen clit in unison.
“Oh. God. Yes.” Molly gasped. She could feel her body contracting around his fingers.
“That's right honey, come for me.”
His hard cock was torturing her. She wanted more. “Wess. I wanna feel you inside me again.”
“I need a condom, Moll.”
“No. I want to feel you. Skin to skin. Please,” she begged. Ain’t no shame.
“I won't last even a minute, baby.”
“I don’t care. I want it.”
“Fuck.” He sounded pained. Wesson turned her around in the shower and pressed her back to the wall. He kissed her hard. Deep. He sucked on her lips and stroked his tongue against hers as he grabbed her ass and lifted her to meet his length.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked her in the eyes. “You ready, baby?”
“So ready,” she moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Wesson pushed inside of her slowly. Fuck. So big. So hot. It still hurt, but in the way Molly had been craving. He started to move faster in and out. It felt so smooth. And he fit so perfectly inside of her, despite his size and her inexperience. It was like they were made for each other.
She could feel him touching every inch of the inside of her pussy with his big cock. His face was so close to hers. Water dropped off of his dark eyelashes. His gaze was so intense, Molly felt like he was trying to bury more than just his cock inside of her. It was the most intimacy she'd ever felt with another person. Molly had to break the moment and close her eyes as her body was building up for another orgasm.
“Oh my god,” she moaned.
“Molly. Let me get you there.”
He pushed her harder up against the shower wall to get leverage and then bent his head down and latched on to her nipple, sucking hard while continuing to thrust in and out of her. God, she felt so full. His cock slammed on her g-spot over and over and over again. Molly had no chance. Wesson took a deep breath and quickly withdrew his cock. “Sorry, I just need a second. I don't want to come yet,” he explained. But his cock pressing against Molly’s clit sent her over the edge.
“Too late for me,” she gasped. “I'm coming, Wesson,” she groaned as she felt pleasure radiate through her body. “Oh my god.”
“Hold up,” he replied as he pushed back inside of her and she covered his length with her come and spasmed around him.
“Holy fuck, Molly. You’re so fucking warm. So wet. I'm gonna lose it.”
“Let go, Wess. I wanna know what it feels like to have you come inside me,” Molly gasped out.
“Fuck. I'm coming, baby,” he groaned as he buried himself inside of her.
Feeling Wesson’s skin inside of her, his member pulsing as his hot seed filled her, sent aftershocks through her body. Was that another orgasm?
Wesson leaned his head against her shoulder, holding her against the wall, still seated deep within her.
“Wess, that was amazing.” Molly kissed the top of his head.
“Sorry I didn't last longer, honey.”
“I'm not. Just means we get to do it again. You can build up some tolerance for me,” she smiled.
“Your sweet pussy is like heaven on Earth. I will never get enough of it.” Molly felt another spasm between her legs. Wesson took in a sharp breath. “Damn. Gimme a second. I'm sensitive.”
“My bad,” she smiled, sheepishly. “Should we wash up and make some breakfast? I'm thinking waffles… with whipped cream.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him.
“I'll give you some cream,” he responded.
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“I think you already gave me some,” she grinned and then slapped him lightly on his shoulder.
“You loved it.”
“You know I did. Now wash my back,” she ordered.
“As you wish.” He slapped her on the ass, lifted her off of his softening cock, and set her down in the shower.
Molly was done for. He had her heart. But when should she tell him?
Chapter 15