by Maren Lee
“I need that fuckin’ money!” she heard the Warden shout. What on earth?
“Having a little MDOC reunion, boys?” she heard Wesson’s cop voice cut through the night. Molly started shivering. Sierra wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they walked closer to hear the conversation.
“Get the fuck outta my business, son,” the man who Molly now knew as Wesson’s dad spat back at him. What a jerk.
“That’s where I’m a little confused,” Wesson replied. “Why on earth would you have business with the warden of the prison you were just released from in front of a drinking establishment? I do believe ‘no alcohol’ is a condition of your parole.”
“Officer Campbell,” Warden Adler responded with a nervous laugh. Molly was surprised he knew Wesson’s name. “I’m just doing my part to make sure that the recidivism rate in Bounty County stays low. Helping out my fellow man and making sure he has all the tools he needs to survive in society.”
Molly’s new rules for herself were that she only cursed when she was arrested or having sex with Wesson, but the only thing that came to her mind in that very moment was that lying motherfucker.
“That Dr. Mooney I see back there? Hey there, Doc. Heard you had some trouble, girl.”
What? How does he know that?
“Watch it, Adler. My dad owe you money for something?” Wesson asked.
“What? No. No, no, no. You’ve got this all wrong, Officer. We were just talkin’, that’s all.”
That lying motherfucker, Molly thought again.
“Well, I suggest you both get the hell out of here, then. And I will be making another call to your parole officer, Darth.”
Molly smiled at Wesson’s joke, even though she was sad he thought his dad was evil.
“Fuck off, Wesson,” his dad responded. Molly pursed her lips. She wanted to go at him like a rabid spider monkey for talking shit to her man, but she also didn’t want to make a bad situation worse. She figured she’d let Wesson use his cop skills to diffuse the situation.
“You drunk? Should I call you a cab?” he asked his dad.
Even though he hated his dad - and had every reason to hate his dad - Wesson still showed concern. Damn, that’s a good man, she thought. Molly heard his dad grumble a response and walk away.
“Long drive back to Billings, Warden.”
“Yessir, thanks for looking out. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow for transport.”
“Maybe,” Wesson shrugged and offered nothing else. Warden Adler got in his car and drove away. Wesson turned and walked back to Molly.
Dang. He’s so sexy.
“You okay, Wess?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he sounded dejected.
“Everything okay?” she inquired.
“You know, this town stunk to high heaven when Mayor Jennings was into some shit, but it’s smelling like a whore in church right now.”
“Is that, um...is that bad?”
“You’re fuckin’ damn right it’s bad,” he responded. “Let’s go back in and order some poppers. I'm fuckin’ hungry.”
Shit.
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Wesson finished ordering and walked back from the bar. Molly got up from their table as he arrived by her side and grabbed his hand, pulling him away from where Sierra and Lane were sitting.
“What's up, Molls?” Wesson asked as she dragged him to the semi-circle booth in the corner. It was dark and about as private as you could get at the Cadillac.
“Look,” she tilted her chin in the direction of these dance floor. She slid into the booth, pulling Wesson in behind her.
From this vantage point, Wesson could see what had Molly captivated: Justin and Chloe were all over each other. They were hard-core making out. Justin’s right hand was gripping Chloe’s left ass cheek, his first two fingers hidden beneath the frayed hem of her very short shorts, holding her tight to him. His left hand rested on the side of her right breast, his thumb flicking her nipple over her tank top. All while moving smoothly to the music. Oh for Pete’s Dragon!
“Jesse, Joey, and Danny!” he exclaimed. “They sure made up quickly. She's gonna come all over the dance floor!” Wesson laughed as he put his arm around Molly and nuzzled her behind the ear. “So, what's up babe?”
Molly slid her hand over his lap and rubbed his cock through his jeans. “This is what's up,” she leaned into him closely to whisper in his ear as she unbuttoned his jeans pulling his hard dick into her soft hand. Whoa now. What the….?
“Whoa, Molly. What’s going on, honey?”
“I started watching them and it made me so freakin’ hot, Wesson. I'm aching right now.”
“Moll-” his cock twitched in her hand. “Baby, I’m not complaining and am all for adventurous sex, but what if someone sees us? Are you sure you’re ready to try something like this? Aren’t you too sore?” he asked, curious since she’d only just been a virgin a few days before.
“They aren't watching us right now, Wess. No one even knows we’re still here. I want to grab life by the balls and live.” She smiled. Her eyes sparkling, even in the dark.
“I think you might be grabbing it by the dick, honey.” Wesson raised his eyebrows.
“No one is watching us, Wess. Look,” she said as she gestured to their former table with her free hand.
She was right. Everyone's eyes were glued elsewhere. He relaxed and let her continue to move her hands up and down his shaft. Her hands were so soft, squeezing his cock so tight. He could feel the buildup coming. Fuck. You have zero stamina with this woman.
Wesson heard Molly gasp as she watched Chloe's head tip back, away from Justin, as her fists clenched his shoulders tightly. From what he could tell, Chloe’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came undone on the dance floor. Molly’s grip on Wesson’s cock tightened and her stroking pace increased. Jesus. Molly was seriously into this. Who’da thought?
Wesson was getting close. He continued looking around to make sure no one was watching their sexcapade. “Fuck babe, so good. I'm gonna lose it here any second. Is there a napkin?” His cock began to swell.
“No napkin. But I can help.” Molly slid over onto his lap and flipped the back of her skirt up just high enough to cover his lap and erection.
“Baby…”
“Shhhh. Wess. Just let it go inside of me. I can clean up in the ladies’ room.”
Christ on a cracker. His cock throbbed even harder.
“Lemme slide your panties over, Molly.”
“I'm not wearing any,” she whispered as she slowly raised up, still under cover of the table. Her quads hit the underside of the table, but it was enough to position him right where he wanted to be.
Fuck me.
She slid down on his shaft, squeezing him with her tight, wet core.
Wesson grabbed her hips and buried himself deep. In the booth at the Cadillac. Fuck, I’ll never think of anything else when I come here.
“Fuck. It's like heaven.” He kissed the top of her shoulder. He looked around to see if anyone had any idea what was going on between them in the booth. It was still dark. Molly’s skirt was appropriately placed. Still, no one was paying attention.
Wesson thrust up into her once and Molly gasped. He felt her flex around him. God damn, she was so turned on. So wet. Shit. “Honey, this is gonna be over fast.”
“Come in me,” she leaned back and whispered in his ear. Wesson felt his balls draw up and he lost all control. He clenched his eyes shut and came deep inside her. Molly quietly hummed with pleasure.
When he finished, he leaned into her. “So fucking hot, babe. When you get up, move real slow so I can tuck this bad boy away, all right?”
Molly giggled. “Okay. I want some more of that ‘bad boy’ later.”
“Deal.” He looked around again in the dark bar, making sure no one was watching them. Coast is clear. He patted her ass.
Molly lifted slowly and he tucked himself away. She turned and w
inked at him as she sauntered off to to ladies room, no doubt with his come dripping down her leg. Fuck, man. He knew he was one lucky bastard.
Chapter 17
It was Tuesday morning. Despite everything that had happened, Molly still had a schedule to keep. She was worried she wouldn’t be allowed to practice psychiatry while charges were pending, regardless of how completely impossible it was that those drugs were hers. Despite Lane’s legal advice to the contrary, Molly placed a call to the Montana Board of Medicine. Thankfully the opposite of Lane’s worst-case-scenario happened. She was cleared to practice. Well, she was “technically cleared.” The Board appreciated her notification and then said that there was nothing they could do to stop her from practicing until conviction. They also informed her that she would need to report this arrest, whether she was convicted or not, on all of her applications for renewal. Like, forever.
Motherfucker.
God damn it, Molly. Quit swearing! Stress, combined with spending every free (and thank you, baby Jesus, she was free) second with Wesson, was not a winning combination for her keeping her mouth clean.
Molly pulled up to the prison, parked, and grabbed her stuff out of the car. Wesson didn’t have a transport today, so they wouldn’t have a repeat of their first date, but at his request she texted him when she got there, and said she’d text on her way back. The way he worried about her? It melted her heart. “Not a safe stretch of road, babe. Seventy miles of highway. Wanna make sure you’re safe so I can relax and do my job,” he’d said to her to emphasize the importance of checking in with him.
Molly pushed the button to allow her access to the chain link tunnel leading to the entrance of the prison. The invisible guard buzzed the gate open. She was thankful the inmates weren’t out on the yard yet; she couldn’t take the scrutiny today. The large metal door swung open and Molly walked in. The buzzer sounded and the door clanked behind her. It was always jarring being locked in the sally port. The buzzer sounded once again and the door in front of her opened, revealing her favorite guard.
“Hey, Charles,” she greeted him with a smile.
“Hey, Doc. ‘Fraid the boss man is looking for you already this morning.”
Molly raised an eyebrow. She’d wondered how he would greet her this morning after last night. Warden Adler was a snake. Molly was certain of this now. She wasn’t sure she wanted to find out what species. Does it even matter?
“Doctor Mooney,” he drawled as she went through the metal detector. Ugh. Gross.
“Warden Adler. Good to see you this morning.”
“I’m not sure I can say the same, sweetheart,” he responded. Ew. No. Not sweetheart.
“Doctor Mooney is fine, Warden,” she corrected him.
“Not sure how much longer you’re going to be a doctor, Miss Mooney. I heard about your arrest over the weekend. Very interesting. We’ve had an increase in heroin overdoses in the county and an increase in drug smuggling into the prison...and it all seemed to start when your practice moved into town a few years ago. Very interesting indeed. Care to comment on that strange coincidence?”
“I don’t like what you’re insinuating, Warden. I’ve done nothing wrong. I haven’t been convicted. I’m innocent until proven guilty. And I assure you, I am not guilty.”
“Does the Board of Medicine know about this little drug smuggling ring you’ve got going on?” his voice was dripping with condescension.
“You can stop with the tone right about now, Mr. Adler. I haven’t done anything wrong. The Board is aware. I’ve been cleared to practice until there’s a final disposition in my case.”
“Mmmmmm hmmmmmm,” he responded, as if he didn’t believe her. “Not sure I want you in my prison and around my guys. But I’m sure we could come to...an agreement,” he raised his eyebrows. “No one would need to know. I’m sure you don’t mind playing doctor from time to time.” Molly felt the bile rise up in her throat. Fuck no.
“Thanks, but no thanks, Adler.”
“Well, in that case, I have no choice but to recommend that the MDOC strip your contract.”
Oh hell no. “Well in that case, I have no choice but to tell you to go fuck yourself for propositioning me!” Whoa. Molly smiled and inhaled deeply. That felt good.
“You can go ahead, then, and get out of my prison. Don’t let the door hit you on that big ass on the way out.”
The nerve! My ass isn’t big! Molly turned on a heel and huffed away. The warden walked in the opposite direction toward his office. She heard the door slam behind her.
“See you later, Charles. Err -- maybe not,” she shrugged.
“He’s on a tear this morning, Doc,” Charles said quietly. “Word on the street is the MDOC ain’t too happy with him, so I wouldn’t worry too much about your contract being yanked. Yet.”
“Thanks, Charles.”
“Call me Charlie. And I’ll keep you posted on developments,” he winked at her.
“Thank you.” Molly could probably afford to lose the state contract, but she didn't want to. She was hoping what Charlie said was true. If so, maybe things were looking up. Yeah, she still had impending drug charges to deal with - Molly shivered at the thought of being locked up again - but she was slightly more confident than she'd been yesterday. She walked out into the sunshine and took a deep breath under the chain links. An unexpectedly free morning, just a few appointments this afternoon, and a hot cop coming home to her for a home cooked meal. She decided then and there that a distraction was in order. She was going to stun Wesson when he got home tonight.
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Almost the entire department was surrounding the creeper house. Ryan was right next to Wesson, standing next to Wesson’s vehicle on a side road through the forest. They could see the house from their vantage point and had a visual on Brenden. Wesson couldn’t see anyone else, but he knew that Cole, Dillon, Lawrence, and Clay were also out there, hidden and waiting for “the meet” to happen. Only there were no drug dealers in that house. And that was because the dealers were all in the county lockup. Instead, Justin and Jake were inside the house. Waiting.
Wesson had no idea how this was going to go down, but he left the tactical decisions to those who ranked far above him and had way more experience in this. He was surprised Brenden didn’t want him in the house. Throw on a plaid flannel shirt and a beanie and Wesson could probably pass for a drug dealer. Justin and Jake were too clean shaven. But Brenden wanted Wesson’s sharp shooting skills if something went really wrong. So Wesson was hanging out in the forest. The rest of the guys would close in on Brenden’s signal. But Wesson would stay behind and watch. He’d pick people off if things got hairy. He was ready for this. He was trained for it. He didn’t necessarily want to do it, but he knew he could. For not having any military experience, everyone was surprised at how good of a shot Wesson was. He didn’t know why he was good at it. He just had steady hands, steady breath, and a good eye. Mostly luck, he guessed.
A dark car with tinted windows pulled up to the front of the pad. Here we go.
“Right on time,” Ryan whispered.
Wesson blew out a breath. This could either go really well, or it could go...not so good. Two men got out of the car and walked around to the trunk.
“No tuxedos today,” Wesson commented. Ryan snickered.
Neither of them looked like Mr. Big in the Corvette. They were wearing t-shirts, flip flops, and cargo shorts. One of them had tan skin and dark, unkempt hair. The other looked like a fuckin’ stoner surfer with shaggy blonde dreadlocks. Fuck. These guys were definitely not the Big Kahuna. Not that he’d been expecting Ruiz to show up himself, but he was hoping it wasn’t just some dumb kids who got paid a few thousand bucks to make a delivery.
They hauled two large suitcases out of the trunk and made their way to the front door. Okay, now here we go.
Wesson could hear their knock, echoing through the forest. Brenden signaled to everyone to begin closing in. This meant that Ryan mov
ed forward, silently between the trees, and Wesson stayed behind. He pulled out his rifle, to provide cover to the team, if necessary. And waited.
The door opened. Jake was on the other side. The guys said something, but Wesson couldn’t hear what it was. Jake nodded and invited them in. They pulled the suitcase in behind them and shut the door. What was happening now, only Jake and Justin knew.
Fuck.
The guys closed in and Wesson started getting a visual on everyone else. They circled the house with their weapons drawn.
The door opened. Wesson readied his weapon on the hood of his patrol rig and looked through the sights.