Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  Mmmmmm. Wesson woke up with a mouthful of Molly’s hair again. But he didn’t care. Not now. Right now it was fuckin’ delicious. She was lightly snoring. Fucking adorable. Her soft body was curved into him. He was already hard on account of the morning wood. Afternoon wood? Wesson checked his watch. Shit. It was 7 p.m. They’d apparently slept the day away.

  Wesson snuggled into Molly more at the memory of their day together and grabbed a handful of her right tit.

  A soft moan escaped Molly’s mouth. If Wesson thought he’d been hard ten seconds earlier, he was wrong. Now. Now he was hard.

  His muscles were deliciously sore. For the amount of gym time he got - and Wesson never skipped leg day - he wouldn’t have thought that all the thrusting from today would have made his quads sore. But they were sore. Fuck. And he couldn’t wait to get another workout in.

  He wiggled his front against her back, his hard cock nestling against her ass. Molly wiggled back and moaned again. “Good morning, Wesson,” she offered, softly.

  “It's evening, Moll face,” he said right before he kissed the side of her neck.

  “I’m still sleepy,” she mumbled.

  Damn.

  “Okay, sweet tart. No worries. I’ll get up and get us some dinner started,” Wesson cringed. He was a shitty cook. “You rest.”

  “Nooooooo,” she whined. “You’re so warm. Snuggle me. The second we get out of this bed is the second I have to remember that I’m a suspected drug dealer and somehow I’ve gotta get out of this.”

  Shit. Wesson had been hoping Molly was done worrying.

  “It’s gonna be okay, Molly. I don’t know how yet, but I swear to God it’s gonna be okay. Ryan and I have a lead we’re following up on tomorrow evening. I have a good feeling about it. Not to mention that you have Lane, Chloe, and Sierra on this like spots on a zebra. Cheetah. Whatever. My point is, you’re probably the luckiest falsely accused person in America.”

  She nodded her head and inhaled deeply. He kissed her neck and then the spot just behind her ear. Molly moaned, softly.

  “So you relax while I rustle up something to eat. I’m not the best cook in the world like Jake or Smitty, but I can throw something together.”

  “No, Wesson,” she responded as she grabbed the hand that was fondling her breast and moved it down her stomach to the apex between her legs and placed his fingers right on her clit.

  Whoa.

  “I thought you were sleepy?” Wesson asked, confused, but very interested in where this was going.

  “I am sleepy, but I’m also really horny again.” He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear a smile in her voice.

  “Mmmmmmm,” Wesson responded. “Slow, sleepy sex it is, then,” he said as he made lazy circles with his fingers between her legs. “Damn, baby. You’re already so wet.”

  Molly moaned in response.

  “You remember the other morning when we were fooling around and I was pushing my cock in between your legs, Molly?” he asked. He was pretty sure she hadn’t forgotten that. He definitely hadn’t.

  “Yeah?” she questioned him, with a hitch in her breath. He was obviously hitting the right spot below her waist.

  “I wanted to make love to you so bad. I was about a millimeter from pushing in. Fuckkkkkk. Hottest almost-sex of my life, Molly.”

  She giggled. “Well now that you’ve broken the seal, why don’t you show me what you wanted to do to me?”

  Wesson canted his hips back and thrust his dick in between her legs. Yesssss. He coated his cock with her juices. “Oh, I plan to, baby. But FYI, this angle is a little different from the other positions we’ve tried today. If it hurts, tell me to stop because I do not want to do any damage down there and jeopardize my ability to keep getting inside of you more.” He continued to pump his hips, rubbing the head of his dick along her opening and up to her clit.

  Molly moaned. “God, this feels so good. Please fuck me, Wesson.” She reached her hand up and back and ran her fingers through his hair, tugging on it a bit.

  “You got it, babe. Here we go,” he said as he aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed forward from behind.

  They groaned in unison, almost in relief.

  “Holy shit, Wesson. Did you get even bigger while we were sleeping? Oh my god, I feel so full.” He could tell she was definitely not complaining, but holy shit was right. If Wesson had thought she was tight before, he was totally wrong. This. Was. Tight.

  “Told ya this angle was different,” he groaned. “Fuck, Molly. So good, baby. Never going to be able to get enough of this.” He continued to pump his hips, pushing in and out of her wetness.

  “I need more,” she responded. More?

  “Lazy sex not your thing, baby?” he asked.

  “No, I need it harder.”

  Sweet Jesus.

  “Hop up on your knees, sweets,” he said as he pulled his cock out of her. He smacked her ass and she squealed and popped right up. “Grab hold of the headboard.”

  Molly’s headboard was sexy. Wrought iron filigree. Wesson was going to have some fun with it in the future. Right now, though, he didn’t have the zip ties on him to hang her from the top of the frame that rose about three feet above the mattress. He would have gotten a serious dungeon vibe from her bedframe, but everything in her room was a light purple. Soft. Sweet. Just like his Molly.

  His Molly.

  Molly grabbed onto the middle of the headboard, dipped her back down, and stuck out her ass. Fucking delicious. Wesson aligned his cock with her dripping wet hole.

  “You ready, babe?” he asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Wesson wanted to be considerate. He knew she was probably sore as hell right now after their marathon sex session earlier today.

  She just pushed her ass further toward him in response. Well, okay then. Wesson pushed into her. Fuck. Seriously, would it ever stop being the most amazing feeling in the world? Wesson had been with his share of women, but it was never like this. Never.

  “Harder, Wess. I need it harder,” she chanted. Seriously?

  Wesson pulled back and slammed forward. Molly moaned like he’d never heard her moan before. “That okay?” he asked, just to be sure.

  “Stop asking me if I’m okay and just fuck me!” she demanded, teasingly.

  Well, okay then. Wesson chuckled.

  “Awfully sassy for someone who so clearly needs my dick, baby,” he teased. He continued to pull completely out of her pussy and slam back in. He was rewarded with her moans. Fuck, she’s gonna be sore tomorrow. I better move this along. He wove the fingers of his left hand into her hair and grabbed a handful while his right hand moved down to her clit. He started rubbing and pulling, all while slamming in and out of her.

  “Fuck, yes. So good, Wesson. Just like that,” she panted as she pulled on the headboard.

  “Love it. Love your pussy, Molly,” he replied. He could feel her start to spasm around him. “Yes, that’s right, baby. Give it to me. Come on my cock.”

  Molly shouted, “Fuck! I love your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chanted. “I’m coming!”

  Fuck. Molly cursing brought him closer to the edge. Wesson felt her come undone, the muscles of her vaginal walls pulling and tugging at his dick as he pushed in and out of her. He couldn’t stop himself from coming with her. “Here I come, baby!” he shouted as he emptied inside of her. Fuck.

  They both stilled as they caught their breath. Wesson gave her a few gentle slides in and out. He could feel their juices mixed together in a beautiful, sopping mess. “You ready?” he asked.

  “Ready for what?” she replied.

  “Ready for me to pull out?”

  Molly quietly laughed and he felt her contract around his dick. Dear god. “I’m not ready, but I do suppose at some point we need to eat food today.”

  “Okay, here we go,” he responded and pulled out. They both groaned at the loss. Wesson placed a kiss on her shoulder and then dropped t
o his side next to her. She followed suit and they faced each other in bed.

  “Best day of my life, Molly,” he sighed. “But I’m starving. We need sustenance if we’re going to keep this up.”

  Molly giggled. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need the rest of the night off. I’m a little…” she paused. “Sensitive.”

  “Shit, Molly. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be sore, but you were begging me to fuck you harder,” he smiled at her and then brushed her hair behind her ear.

  “Don’t be sorry. I asked you to. And it was…” she paused again. “So awesome.” Her smile lit up the dim room. She reached out and touched his chest, stroking her fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest and then she leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. Wesson suddenly felt the need to let everyone know that Dr. Molly Mooney was his girl.

  “Feel up to hanging at the Cadillac tonight, honey?” he asked.

  “I would literally die for some jalapeño poppers right now, so yes. Yes, I do feel up to hanging at the Cadillac tonight. Should we call the crew?”

  Wesson smiled. He was glad “the crew” meant the same thing to them both.

  “Yep,” he responded. “I’ll text the guys, you text the girls?”

  “Yep. One hour. I need to shower again after all of our extra-curricular activities.”

  Wesson wiggled his eyebrows. “I need to shower again too. For more extra-curricular activities.”

  “I don’t think my vagina can take much more today,” she laughed.

  “No sex. Just shower. Boy Scout’s honor.” Wesson definitely just meant “no penetration,” but he wasn’t gonna tell Molly that. He was hungry too and didn’t feel like waiting for jalapeño poppers at the Cadillac. He wanted her pussy. In his mouth. And he was gonna get it.

  Chapter 16

  “Congratulations!” everyone cheered and raised a glass in a toast to Molly.

  She blushed and shook her head. “We should not be toasting to me making bail, you guys!”

  “You’re right. We shouldn’t,” Justin chimed in, grumpily.

  “You wanna keep digging that hole, Jus’?” Chloe snapped.

  He grumbled something and she smacked him on the arm and then whispered angrily in his ear. Molly felt bad that she seemed to be the source of her friends’ marital strife.

  Sierra pursed her lips and looked at Molly. “My cousin finally gets a fuckin’ date night away from the kid and that asshole has to ruin it for her.”

  Molly leaned over to Sierra. “I don’t want to cause trouble in their marriage. God, I feel terrible.”

  “No, he’s just been super grumpy lately. Justin wants to have another baby, because he wants their kids to be super close in age. They’d been arguing over it because Chloe doesn’t want two kids in diapers at the same time. And then after he arrested you, Chloe cut him off. So they’re in a bit of a rough patch. They’ll work it out. It has nothing to do with you, I promise.” Sierra patted Molly on the arm.

  The rest of the table was deep in conversation and seemed to miss Justin and Chloe’s spat. “I’m taking my bride on a trip to the dance floor. We’ll be back!” Justin shouted above the din of the Cadillac. It was Monday night, which wasn’t typically a busy night, but tonight there was a live band and it was a little rowdier than Molly had seen it in a while. Her breath hitched as she saw Wesson make his way back to their table. He was seriously so handsome.

  “Hey, beautiful,” he kissed her cheek. “One sex in the forest, as requested,” he said as he handed her a drink. Molly’s brow furrowed in confusion. Wesson winked. “Just kidding. It’s a sex on the beach.”

  “I thought maybe Darla was trying to be more ‘regional’ at the Cadillac and was about to go give her crap for it,” Molly smiled.

  “Damn it, I’m so glad you two are together! My matchmaking skills are on point.” Sierra was very proud of her abilities. As she should be. Molly thought she’d be great on one of those matchmaking shows on television. Though, they’d need to bleep out her obscenities probably more than they would like.

  “You good?” Wesson asked Molly. In their few short weeks together, Molly was amazed that he was so in tune to her emotions. He always seemed to know when something was off with her.

  “Yeah, Justin and Chloe are fighting because of me,” she frowned.

  “It’s not because of you, sweets.” Molly wasn’t so sure, but she wanted to change the subject.

  “Who’s home with baby Bennett?” she asked Lane.

  “Jake’s dad! He came back this week!” she yelled across the table over the music. “There’s a huge trial this week on top of the legwork I need to do to make sure you don’t go back to jail and I didn’t feel like trusting Bob or Chad to any of it! So I called in the big guns! Me!” she pointed to herself.

  Shit. Molly was causing all sorts of problems for her friends. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed.

  Lane shook her hand at her. “Do NOT apologize!” she yelled. “I like getting back into the swing of things full time and I love having Jake’s dad here to bake for us! Though I’m never going to lose the baby weight at this rate!”

  Wesson gave her a squeeze. “We’ve got your back, honey. No need to apologize to anyone.” Molly sighed and finished her drink. She was starting to feel a little woozy.

  “I think I need some air,” she told Wesson.

  “I’ll come with you,” he responded.

  “No, it’s fine. You stay here with our friends.”

  Wesson gave her a look. The look. The ‘if you think I’m letting you go outside into a dark parking lot by yourself at night, you’re fuckin’ crazy’ look. That one.

  “Okay, fine. Come with me, please.”

  “Fuckin’ right I’m coming with you.”

  Molly smiled.

  “We’re gonna get some air,” Wesson said, with authority as he waved to the rest of the table.

  “I need a cigarette!” Sierra chimed in and got up too, leaving Brenden shaking his head and smiling. Molly thought Sierra had quit, but it was always a vicious cycle with this woman. She couldn’t keep track of her smoking or non-smoking status from week to week.

  Sierra linked her arm with Molly’s and the three of them walked out to the front parking lot. The air was cool - just like Molly liked her summers. Wesson threw his hoodie over her shoulders and snuggled her while Sierra lit up. Molly didn’t love the smell of smoke, but she loved her friend, so she decided she was okay with subjecting herself to secondhand smoke. The parking lot was packed with cars. The dim light at the street did very little to illuminate the front of the building. The neon Bud Light sign in the window did more to light the way.

  The orange ember of the end of Sierra’s cigarette glowed in the darkness. “Are you sure Justin and Chloe’s issues have nothing to do with me?” Molly asked, looking for reassurance.

  “Seriously, you were more of a catalyst. They need to work out this baby thing, but Chloe is exhausted and feels like she does everything with Nora - I mean, Justin is a good dad and all, but he barely changes diapers and he’s been on nights for the last month. He’s exhausted when he gets home in the morning, so he just lets Chloe do everything while he does the fun dad stuff. So why wouldn’t he want another one? She’s just like, ‘how the fuck can I do this with two babies?’ But she doesn’t work, so Justin just figures she can handle it. He’s a caveman, but she’s not a martyr. They’ll work it out.” Sierra shrugged and took a drag.

  “You really shouldn’t smoke,” Molly admonished.

  “I know.” Sierra blew out the smoke and took another drag.

  Wesson had been quiet, but suddenly piped in. “Somebody is pissed.” He pointed toward the parking lot. Molly squinted her eyes to see in the dim light. Two guys were standing by a car arguing. She couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it definitely looked like Warden Adler and he sounded angry.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she h
eard him raise his voice.

  “Wesson, that looks like the Warden,” she whispered.

  “Yeah,” he acknowledged as he squinted at the figures in the shadows. “And it looks like my fuckin’ dad is with him.”

  What the….?

  “Are you serious, Wesson?” Molly hadn’t ever met Wesson’s dad, so she definitely couldn’t recognize him in the dark. But she could tell from Randy and Warden Adler’s body language that it was not a happy reunion. Wesson nodded and started to walk closer. “Wait, Wesson! Remember what I told you. They’re tight.” Wesson nodded again and continued to stalk toward them.