Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  “I walked in on him gettin’ a beemer from her.” Burned into my brain. Gah.

  “Is that a blow job?” she asked, curiosity in her voice.

  “Yeah.” Wesson nodded.

  “Holy crap.”

  “Yeah. I did not expect that.”

  “He’s a lot older than her, huh?”

  “Eighteen years. Don’t worry, I bitched them both out.”

  “Well, if they like each other, age shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “They’re just fuckin’ for fun. At least that’s what they said.”

  “Well then, it’s probably better that they ended it before Jake found out.”

  “That’s what I said.”

  “Hey, Wesson?” Molly asked.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I love you.”

  “Mmmmmm, I love you, too.” He pulled her body in close to his and kissed her softly. It may be late, but he was just getting started.

  Chapter 18

  “Hey,” Katie said as she opened the door. It was midnight. She wasn’t expecting visitors. And she wasn’t expecting Ryan. But here he was at her apartment in Billings.

  “Hey,” he responded. “Sorry I’m here so late without warning.”

  “It’s okay. I wasn’t asleep yet. What are you doing here, though?” she asked.

  “I dunno. Couldn’t sleep. Got in my Jeep and just started driving. Didn’t stop until I found myself here.”

  Whoosh. Katie felt that in her heart. Fuck. That’s not supposed to happen.

  “Come in, then,” she stood back from the door and let him walk into her space. Damn. He was so tall and handsome, and yeah, he was older, but it was such a turn on to her. He was established. Experienced. Interesting. Funny. Really fucking great in bed. The best kisser she’d ever kissed.

  But this was just about sex. Sex and only sex. Exactly. Don’t get attached, Katie. It wasn’t about his gentle blue eyes. It wasn’t about the salt and pepper sprinkled throughout his dark hair near his temples. It wasn’t about the hot dragon tattoo sleeve that snaked down his right arm. It wasn’t about the manly chest hair that she loved to run her fingers through. It wasn’t about his thick, muscular arms and how they felt wrapped around her. It wasn’t about the movies they both enjoyed. It wasn’t about laughing with him. It wasn’t about the wine and pizza he’d bring over on occasion. It was just about sex. Totally just sex.

  She shut the door behind her, locked the deadbolt, and turned to find Ryan devouring her with his eyes. She hadn’t been expecting him, so she hadn’t done anything to really look good for him. Her hair was thrown up on top of her head and she was wearing a yellow cotton nighty that hit her just above her knee. Nothing super sexy, but the way Ryan was looking at her right now, she may have been mistaken about the level of sexiness.

  “You look good enough to eat,” Ryan voiced his confirmation.

  “I wasn’t expecting you. I would have cleaned up a bit around here,” she gestured to her slightly messy living room.

  “You don’t ever need to make an effort for me, Katie. I’m easy.”

  She smirked. “I know. You’re a sure thing.” She walked toward him in her bare feet and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom.

  “I know it’s late, baby. We don’t have to do anything.” No. No feelings. Must not have feelings.

  “Bullshit. You came all this way and I’m horny. Let’s fuck.” There we go.

  Ryan followed her into the bedroom. “Swear I didn’t come for this, Katie,” he plead.

  No. Shut it down or your heart won’t make it. “We both know you did. This is what we do, Ryan. We booty call. I’m totally fine with it. Quit trying to make this something that it’s not.”

  Ryan looked at her confused, but seemed to quickly shake it off. He looked like he was resigning himself to what this really was. A booty call. That’s all this was. Right?

  “You’re right,” he replied. “I need to be inside you. Now.” He grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her just standing in her plain white bikini underwear.

  “I would have worn sexier underwear if I’d know you were coming,” Katie admitted as she shrugged.

  Ryan laughed. “This underwear is fuckin’ sexy because of who’s wearing it. But I’d like it better on the floor.” He raised an eyebrow.

  Katie pushed her underwear down and kicked it off onto the floor. “I picked something up the other day that you might like.”

  “Oh yeah?” he asked, intrigued.

  “Yeah,” she opened her top dresser drawer and pulled out the anal training kit she’d bought at the sex shop. She and Ryan weren’t strangers to backdoor pleasure, but it still kind of hurt and she’d heard that a trainer kit was the way to go. She tossed it at him.

  “Oooh. Buttplugs?”

  “Yep.”

  “Fuck, Katie. God damn, what did I do to deserve your sexy, kinky ass?”

  She grinned. “Just lucky I guess.” She tossed him the lube and walked toward the bed, swinging her ass back and forth on the way.

  “Shit. Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

  Katie got on all fours on the bed and waited. She wasn’t sure if Ryan had done this before, but he’d never done her wrong, so she wasn’t worried. You trust him. She heard him open the lube and then snap it closed. She was waiting for the hard plastic to hit her back end, but instead, it was Ryan’s fingers, coated in lube and pushing past her tight ring.

  “Fuckkkkkk,” she hissed.

  “Yeah, that’s right. You like my fingers in your ass, don’t you?”

  “Mmmmmm, I love it.”

  He scissored his fingers and widened her a bit. “Gonna put this first one in, honey,” he warned her. He removed his fingers and smacked her ass. Hard.

  “Ouch!” she gasped.

  “That didn’t hurt.” He was right. It really didn’t. She loved it. “Deep breath in, Katie.” She took a deep breath and he pushed the butt plug in. “You good?”

  She exhaled. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

  “Ready for my dick in your cunt?”

  Jesus. His mouth got her completely off. He wasn’t even inside of her yet and she was ready to come.

  “Yes,” she replied. “So ready for your big dick, Ryan. Fuck your bad girl.”

  “Have you been bad tonight?” he asked.

  “So bad.”

  Whack! He smacked her ass again. God, that feels so good. Ryan was the first guy she’d ever been with where she didn’t feel embarrassed asking for the things she felt she needed. He either knew exactly what she needed or he loved that she would ask him to do things like this for her.

  “Did you get yourself off tonight, thinking about me?”

  “Yes.” She definitely did that with her hot pink vibrator in the shower. The quickest way for her to get off was to think of Ryan.

  Whack! Katie felt that one in her teeth. Fuck.

  “Yeah? Did you think of my cock drilling this wet, pink pussy?”

  Ryan shoved his cock inside of her and pushed her head roughly into the pillows. “Yessss! Oh god. So full. Jesus, shit-fuck-damn-motherfucker,” she cursed out a string as he pulled out and slammed back in.

  Ryan grabbed onto each of her hips and started pounding into her. Things were always like this with Ryan. Why he thought he could just come here and snuggle completely flummoxed Katie. This is what they were. Hard, hot, fast, and raw. Katie bit the pillow as Ryan pulled the butt plug partially out of her ass and then shoved it back in.

  “How’s that feel, Katie?”

  She mumbled with the pillow in her mouth. “Mmmmmm. So good!”

  “You like your pussy and your ass filled at the same time? Like I’m fucking you in both places at once?”

  She let go of the pillow in between her teeth. “Fuckin’ love it, Ryan.”

  “Love it too, baby. Love this pussy. Love this ass. Love how you squeeze my dick no matt
er what hole I’m fucking. Love fucking you, honey. Love it. So much,” he grunted.

  Fuck. He’s saying ‘love’ a little too much right now. Shit, don’t fall in love with him. But suddenly the butt plug was pulled partially out again and shoved back in and Katie forgot all about Ryan saying ‘love’ too much. “Holy fuck!” she shouted.

  Whack! He smacked her on the ass again. “Jesus, Ryan,” she gasped.

  “You my naughty angel who just needs to be fucked?” he asked.

  “Yesssssss,” she breathed out. She’d been many things with Ryan. This was definitely one of them. The fact that Ryan was still playing along made her heart sing. Get the fuck out of here, heart.

  “You got it, baby.” He pushed her face further down into the pillows and drilled her from behind. Katie felt her orgasm coming on like a freight train. “Oh, fuck yes. Squeeze my dick, Katie. Fuck. Never want to stop fucking you,” he chanted. She’d had enough sex with Ryan that she could tell he was close. His pumping became faster and more frantic. There was less of a rhythm involved. She loved this moment where he was completely out of control. He shouted a groan as he finished himself inside of her and then collapsed on her back.

  He rolled off and pulled Katie down to him so that he could spoon her. He slowly pulled out the plug and set it on the nightstand. Katie felt another orgasm ripple through her cunt. Ryan pulled her close to him and held her. Shit. This feels intimate. She tried to pull away, but he snapped her right back into him.

  “Ry, I need to go clean up.”

  “No,” he responded firmly.

  “No? What the fuck, man?”

  “Want you sleeping with me seeping out from inside of you.”

  What on earth?

  “Um, Ryan?”

  “Yeah?” he squeezed her again.

  “What’s going on here?”

  “Nothing. Just told you what I want. I don’t have a reason for it. I just want it. Now go to sleep, Katie.”

  “Ryan.”

  “Katie.”

  “We need to talk, Ryan.”

  “So talk.”

  “Let go of me.”

  “Nope. I can hear you just fine like this. You’re staying in my arms.”

  Stubborn. “You’re divorced.”

  “You know this, Katie. It’s never bothered you before.”

  “It still doesn’t. But if you’re holding me and telling me things like you want your come leaking out of me while I sleep tonight when I may be risking a near certain UTI, we need to talk.”

  “Like I said: talk.”

  “Do you have any plans to get married again?”

  “Nope.”

  “Even if you met the right woman?”

  “Never getting married again, Katie.”

  “Not even if you fell in love?”

  “Not even then. Don’t need a piece of paper to memorialize my feelings and I’m not going through another divorce. It’s not happening.”

  “Not even if you fell in love with me?”

  “Nope.” He said it a little too fast. Too final. That doesn’t hurt. Not even a little bit, Katie lied to herself.

  “What about kids?”

  Ryan laughed. “Katie, you know I have a twelve year old and a fifteen year old. I’m done.”

  “Have you had a vasectomy yet?”

  “No.”

  “So it’s not impossible?”

  Ryan tensed around her. “You told me you have an IUD, Katie.” He was starting to sound irritated.

  “I do have an IUD, Ryan. But I’m just trying to see how awful it would be to be in a never-getting-married relationship with you if I were to accidentally get pregnant. And it seems like it’d be pretty awful and I’d probably end up hating you.”

  “Katie.” He sounded angry, but he still wasn’t letting go of her.

  “Ryan. Look, I’m twenty-three -”

  “A fact I’m reminded of everytime I’m with you, so thanks for bringing it up on your own,” he bit out roughly.

  “You don’t have to be a dick, Ryan. I’m just trying to figure you out tonight.”

  “We’re a booty call, Katie. You said it yourself. Don’t get any ideas.” This fucking asshole.

  Katie laughed. “Okay, douche. You’re the one who showed up here tonight spouting romance. I’m the one who had to shut you down and make sure this was just about fucking. And now you want to cuddle? I think I’m entitled to a conversation.”

  “Fine, continue.”

  “So you don’t want to get married - in fact, you won’t ever get married - and you will never have kids again. Is that right?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Look, Ryan. I really like you. I like this arrangement we have. I think you’re amazing. You’re handsome. You’re funny. Your dick is perfection. But this is a booty call and I need to keep it in my mind as a booty call. I’m gonna fall in love with you if we don’t draw lines here.”

  Ryan inhaled. “Okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spout romance. I just don’t want to lose you, babe. I love what we have - I mean,” he hurried to correct himself. “I really, really like it.”

  Damn it. Ryan wasn’t going to be able to draw lines. He was going to suck her in and destroy her. Be done. Now.

  “You can stay the night. I don’t want you out on the road this late. But when you leave tomorrow morning, I think it’s best that you never come back. We need to end this.”

  “No. No, Katie. Don’t do this,” he squeezed her tighter into him. “I don’t want to lose you. Not right now.”

  “Ryan. I can see myself falling in love with you if we go down this road any further. I deserve forever. And you won’t even consider giving me that. So we should stop this before my heart is ripped into pieces.”

  Damn. You're really doing this.

  “Fuck,” Ryan replied. “I didn’t mean for this to get messy tonight. I just...I needed you.”

  Oh god. Katie felt a sob get stuck in the back of her throat. But she swallowed it.

  “And that’s why we need to end this.”

  How did tonight turn into this?

  Ryan sighed and paused for what felt like an eternity. Katie wondered if he was going to speak at all. And then he did.

  “I get it, babe. I’ll leave in the morning.” He gave her another squeeze and then rolled her to her back. He kissed her softly. Sweetly. He ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth and pushed his way in, deepening the kiss. Shit. Don’t do this, Katie. But she didn't stop him. She couldn't. Because she also needed him.

  He crawled on top of her and spread her legs open with his knee. She spread them wider, inviting him back in. He pushed his already hard dick inside of her, slowly while staring into her eyes. And then Ryan proceeded to make love to Katie for the first time.

  The last time.

  It was slow and deep and romantic. Their lips never left each other’s except to gasp in ecstasy. Her hands caressed his back and squeezed his ass while he slowly pushed in and out of her. It was definitely a goodbye. And when he finished, Katie didn’t clean up. She slept with his come seeping out of her, just like he wanted. He held her in his arms throughout the night, but when she woke up the next morning, he was already gone. She definitely didn’t cry. Nope. Not one bit.

  ➰

  Jingle Bells.

  Wesson could hear Jingle Bells.

  It’s not even Christmas, man. Wait a minute…?

  Wesson was roused from his deep slumber and realized his work phone was ringing across the room on Molly’s dresser. His ringtone was cats meowing Jingle Bells. Smitty’s idea of a joke. Wesson liked it, though, so he kept it. Love cats, love Christmas! It’s perfect! But fuck, how early is it? He checked his watch. 5 a.m. Shit, man. What the fuck? His phone stopped ringing. Wesson got up and walked softly toward the dresser to check his missed call list, but as soon as he got to it, it started ringing again.

  It was Justin. He was current
ly on nights, so something must’ve gone down.

  “Campbell,” he answered quietly as he stepped outside Molly’s room and shut the door behind him.

  “Hey, Wess. Weird news.”

  “Hit me.”