Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  Within a millisecond, he learned it wasn’t necessary. Jake and Justin came out with both guys, hands cuffed behind their backs. Anti-climaxic, much?

  The team swarmed as the two drug dealers were pushed to the ground. Wesson shrugged, put his rifle back in his rig, and started it up. He pulled out of the forest and onto the highway, spinning his tires out on the pavement, and then quickly turned into the driveway for the creeper house. Time to take these fuckers in.

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  After a few hours of questioning by Clay, one of the department’s most experienced interrogators, they’d gotten “not much,” as Clay summarized it. The two guys were low level peons. They knew nothing of Ruiz. Nothing of the brick of heroin in Molly’s car. Absolutely fuckin’ nothing helpful. But hey, at least they’d found another eight bricks of heroin, some prescription pain meds, and an entire suitcase full of marijuana.

  This was big news. It was another good-sized bust for Bounty County. It’d look good on the front page of the paper. It’d sound good on the local news. It would ensure that Brenden was re-elected next year.

  But Wesson was annoyed. His one lead was a fucking dead end. Or, at least, it felt like a dead end. The guys told him not to worry about it. They were still waiting for the fingerprints, anyways. But, fuck. He really wanted to have some good news for Molly when he got home tonight. Home? That was an interesting thought, because he knew he was heading to Molly’s house. But it felt like he was heading home. Fuck. You’re totally in love with her, man.

  He showered off his day in the department locker room and changed into basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He’d paid special attention to his balls, just in case Molly felt the need to get down there this evening. He didn’t want them smelling like work stank.

  They hadn't been officially together for very long at all. It was much too soon to be falling in love with someone. Right? Am I crazy? he asked himself. No, man. This is Molly Mooney. You’re a fucking idiot if you don’t lock this down. It’s a fuckin’ miracle she wants to be with you in the first place. Wesson smiled. He knew it. He knew he was a lucky sonofabitch. So he was gonna grab on and never let go. He only hoped she felt the same way.

  He locked up his locker, grabbed his laundry, and headed out.

  “Nice job, Wess,” Jake said on his way out. Wesson shrugged.

  “Didn’t do nothin’,” he responded.

  “You and Ryan found these guys! That’s a big deal! This will plug a hole.”

  “There’s a bunch of holes, Jake.”

  “Yeah, but at least we’re closer.”

  “There’s a bunch of holes and there are new ones forming every day. This was basically nothing. The ship be sinkin’, man.”

  “Maybe you’ve saved the lives of people who were supplied by these guys?” Jake asked as a question.

  “They’ll find another supplier. It’s too easy right now. This whole county is fucked.”

  Jake shook his head. “At least we’re doing something.”

  Wesson pursed his lips. “It’s not enough. But I’ve gotta focus on Molly right now. No time to take down Ruiz.”

  “This is way bigger than Bounty County. If it really is Ruiz, and we can link Ruiz to all of this, maybe the FBI will get in on this.”

  “Great. A surf war. That’s just what Brenden will want,” Wesson said sarcastically.

  Jake shrugged. “We’re not arguing over waves here, bro. A ‘turf’ war is better than no one taking notice at all.”

  Wesson guessed Jake was right. But right now he was done. He was exhausted. And he had a woman to get home to. A woman who had texted him earlier and told him she’d have dinner ready for him. Hell yes.

  “You’re right, Jake. But I’m tired. Let’s plot kicking the drug lord’s ass tomorrow.”

  “You got it, brotha,” Jake responded, excitedly. They fist bumped and Wesson walked out of the building, to his vehicle, and headed toward his woman who he was maybe a little bit - okay, a lotta bit - in love with.

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  WC: On my way!

  MM: Waiting for you…

  WC: I’m hungry.

  MM: Good thing I have something for you to eat.

  WC: I bet you do…

  MM: It’s my specialty.

  WC: Is it pussy?

  MM: Wesson.

  WC: Well, is it?

  MM: That’s not what I prepared for dinner, but I suppose you can eat some of that later. ;)

  WC: Sounds like dinner to me.

  MM: Have you left yet?

  WC: I don’t text and drive!

  MM: Put up your phone and get over here!

  WC: Keep your shorts on! Or don’t.

  MM: I don’t have much of anything on.

  WC: Jesus, woman. Do you want me to come home or what?

  MM: Come...home. ;)

  Molly smiled. She was showered, shaved, smelling like a bouquet of Montana wildflowers, and wearing the most beautiful, frilliest, floral apron she could find at the kitchen boutique at the mall in Billings. It was a periwinkle blue fabric with large bright yellow and pink roses on it. Two layers of ruffles at the bottom skimmed the tops of her thighs. The bow in the back was bright pink and draped ‘just so’ over her ass. She was wearing it with nude colored heels. And nothing else.

  Other than getting amazing grades at Montana State and kicking ass at med school, Molly hadn’t done anything more bold in her life. She may be charged with possession of drugs with an intent to distribute, but she was definitely innocent, so she was going to distract the crap out of herself with Wesson. So yeah, so what if she was just wearing an apron and high heels? She was making Wesson her specialty tonight: chicken enchiladas. She’d be damned if she was going to let her worries get in the way tonight. She’d resume her worries about it all again tomorrow.

  “Molly?” She heard his voice at the front door. She’d left the door unlocked, so that he could get in on his own.

  “In the kitchen, Wess!’ she replied.

  She heard his footsteps as she straightened the ruffles on her apron. She timed it perfectly and turned around and popped open the oven. She bent down to check the enchiladas. They didn’t need to be checked yet, but oh well! She wanted to give Wesson a good shot of her bare ass.

  “Heyyyy...holy shit.”

  Molly smirked and then slowly straightened. She shut the oven and turned around. Her boobs were covered by the apron, but she had ample cleavage, so she assumed he loved the view from the front almost as much as the view from the back.

  “Jesus Christ, Molly Mooney.” Wesson whistled. “I hope you weren’t planning on eating right now, because my dick is already hard and I need that pussy.”

  Oh my heck! His dirty mouth! Molly was mad that it made her so hot. But not that mad. “Wess, it only has ten more minutes! Unless you want burnt enchiladas, you’re gonna need to control yourself,” she winked.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you burn. I won’t need food as long as I have you. Now get your ass over here or I’m coming to you.” Molly shook her head and Wesson started stalking over.

  She put her hand up. “Nope. You have to wait like a good boy. You made me wait three dates. I’m making you wait through a home-cooked meal.”

  “It was only two dates!” Wesson groaned, in pain. She could see his large erection through the thin material of his gray basketball shorts.

  “Poor baby.”

  “You’re killing me in that getup. Fuck. You’re in trouble later,” he said with a wink and a smile, so Molly knew she wasn’t really in trouble. Besides, she had another little surprise for him. She was pretty sure he’d like it. She’d made another stop before she’d left Billings. Adam & Eve. She’d never been in a shop like that - she’d only gone online shopping for her vibrator - so she was slightly embarrassed and didn’t know what on earth she was doing. She wished she had taken Lane with her, but there was no time. Thankfully the lady at the counter was well versed in dealing wi
th inexperienced customers and took her on a tour of the store. A few toys here, a few different flavored lubes there, and a quick swipe of a DVD without looking at the title, and Molly ended up spending $400. Sex stuff is expensive!

  Molly knew she wasn’t experienced - at all - but Wesson was. And she didn’t want Wesson to get bored and lose any interest in her simply because she didn’t know what was ‘vanilla’ or ‘adventurous.’ She read romance novels. Molly knew there were things she could do to keep things spicy. Vibrators. Porn. Ropes. Cuffs. Swings. Yoga balls. Ben Wa balls. Dildos. Butt plugs.

  Holy crap.

  Molly couldn’t believe she was thinking about all of these things. She hadn’t said a word to Wesson, but she was fairly certain she was bright red.

  “You good, Molls?”

  She cleared her throat. “Yeah, totally good.”

  “You sure? You look like you’re thinking about something naughty,” he smirked.

  Molly looked to him, quickly. “You can tell that?”

  Wesson barked out a laugh. “I can with you.”

  Shoot.

  “Oh, well. In that case, I’m not thinking about anything naughty. Nope. Not me. I’m the sweet, innocent type.”

  “Mmmmm,” Wesson seemed to agree. “You are definitely the sweet and innocent type, but I’m pretty sure that even before we started having sex, I corrupted you a tiny bit. You can’t get enough of my dick, baby doll.” He stroked himself through his shorts.

  Oh my.

  “That is true. But I’m not messing up my specialty the first time I cook it for you.” Molly placed her hands on her hips, expressing her firm position.

  Firm.

  Wesson’s ass.

  Stop it, Molly!

  She shook her head and Wesson laughed again.

  “Okay, honey. I can wait. How long do we have?”

  “Seven minutes now.”

  “We could play seven minutes in heaven in the pantry?” Wesson offered.

  “You and I both know if we start kissing, we aren’t gonna stop. Go sit on the couch and watch TV while I finish this.”

  “Not the first time I’ve been kicked outta the kitchen. Seriously do appreciate you cookin’ dinner for me, sweets,” Wesson said as he walked out.

  Molly sighed at his sweet expression of gratitude. Gosh darnit. You are totally in love with him, Molly.

  She gathered the salsa, sour cream, and fresh jalapeños (the bright green sprinkled on top made her dish pop) onto the counter. She poured a Summer Shandy into a pint glass for Wesson and she poured herself a cold glass of sauvignon blanc. She walked into the living room and delivered the beer to Wesson. It was kind of nice walking around in just an apron. The shoes were a little constricting, but everything else was cool, relaxed, and comfortable. She was going to have to walk around naked more often.

  “Uh, honey?” Wesson asked.

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s this?” he pointed to the television screen.

  Oh shit.

  “Um. It’s. Um. Just something I picked up in Billings today.”

  “Porn?”

  “Yeah, you weren’t supposed to see it yet. It was gonna be a surprise after dinner.”

  “After enchiladas?”

  “Yeah.”

  The oven beeped.

  “Molly, you’re gonna go take those enchiladas out of the oven and set them on the counter. And then you’re gonna get back in here and we’re gonna fuck on the couch while we watch this. And after we’re done, then we’ll eat enchiladas. Got it?”

  Whoa. “Got it.”

  She turned and walked back into the kitchen, acutely aware that Wesson was watching her bare ass shake. She heard a groan behind her and she smiled. Despite Wesson ordering her around just now, she knew she had all the power. But if she liked ‘Bossy Wesson,’ she definitely loved ‘Can’t Be Around You Another Second Without Getting Inside of You Wesson.’ She pulled dinner out of the oven and put a sheet of foil over the top, grabbed her wine, and walked back to Wesson.

  “You done?” he asked.

  “I haven’t even gotten started.”

  “Jesus, babe. This ‘Take-charge Molly’ is pretty fuckin’ hot.”

  “I’m totally faking it right now, just FYI.” Molly smiled at him. “I have no clue what I’m doing.” She took a huge gulp of her wine.

  “Keep doing it, because this is awesome.”

  Molly nodded, thankful for the encouragement. “Apron on or off?” she asked. Maybe he had a preference.

  “Oh. I get a choice here? Interesting. Let’s go with off. I’m gonna want to suck on those big titties. Keep your shoes on, though,” he ordered. Molly raised an eyebrow. “Please,” he added to turn his order into a request.

  Molly felt a gush of wetness between her thighs. Whoa.

  She stood in front of Wesson and untied the bow at her back, letting the ties hang down on either side, while she reached up and pulled the neck up and over her head. Wesson let out another whistle. She felt completely exposed standing in front of him naked in a pair of high heels, while he was still fully clothed.

  “Never thought a dumb ass like me would ever be able to land someone like you, Molly Mooney.”

  Molly furrowed her brow. “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Wesson. I think you’re perfect.”

  “No. You. You’re perfect. God damn. Just look at you. You take my breath away.”

  Yep. Totally in love with Wesson Campbell.

  “Sit on my lap. Facing the television.” This time it was definitely an order.

  Molly sat down on his lap and Wesson grabbed the DVD remote control off the coffee table and pushed play. He put it back on the coffee table and then started stroking the sensitive skin right below her stomach. Molly shivered. “Shhhh. Let’s just watch for a minute, honey,” and he continued to stroke. She could feel his hard dick through his shorts, pressing into her ass. She’d heard Chloe and Lane talking about anal sex before. She wondered if that was something Wesson was going to want. If she was terrified about him fitting in the front entrance, she was definitely terrified of it going in the back. She felt her body tense as he stroked his hand down toward her body toward her mound.

  “Relax, honey,” he ordered. Her back melted into his front and the movie began.

  Molly had seen porn before. She’d been curious. She’d watched a few in college. She’d seen some pretty hot GIFs in her romance novel fan club Facebook and Instagram groups. She definitely had a Tumblr account. So she wasn’t completely inexperienced when it came to pornographic material. She knew guys loved the stuff. She figured Wesson would too.

  It started as she assumed any normal porno began. Doorbell ringing. Woman opening up the door in a towel. Delivery guy with a package (Molly giggled at that one because he was clearly also packing heat between his legs). Delivery guy ripped the towel off of the woman and sunk to his knees and started going to town on her pussy.

  Molly felt another gush between her legs and Wesson dipped his fingers inside of her, bringing her fluids up to her clit. He rubbed her there and Molly moaned. Watching a guy eating out another woman on TV while getting her own clit stroked by her large, muscular hottie was too much. She was gonna come. Fast. The delivery guy finished the woman off with his mouth and then rose up and began unbuttoning his brown shorts. He pushed them down to his knees, revealing his long cock. It wasn’t as thick as Wesson’s, but it was definitely porn star length.

  Wesson continued to stroke her with one hand. He brought his other up to her left breast and squeezed. He wet his fingers with his mouth and then started pulling at her nipple. Shittttttttt.

  The woman sunk down onto her knees and started sucking off the delivery guy. His dick was shiny with her saliva. It switched to the delivery guy’s point of view, so all Molly could see was his dick pushing in and out of the woman’s mouth, her large green eyes looking up at him in complete pleasure. Until he pushed too hard and she ch
oked.

  “Mmmmm,” Wesson growled behind her as he continued his ministrations on her clitoris.

  When the couple started fucking on the couch, Molly couldn’t take it anymore. She exploded into what felt like a billion pieces. She closed her eyes and floated away, while still sitting on Wesson’s lap.

  Wesson gave her a squeeze and then moved her to the cushion next to him. She loved how he could just handle her as if she weighed nothing.

  Another knock on the door in the television made Molly open her eyes again. The woman got up and opened the door (still naked - how is this remotely realistic?) and another woman stood on the other side.

  Oh, so there’s a threesome in this one.