Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  “You don’t need to talk to my daughter?” he looked relieved.

  “No. But we are going to take your statement - ask you to come down to the station and sign it later. Depending on how things shake out, we’ll probably need to get back in touch.”

  “Okay. No problem. Thanks, officers,” they shook hands and exchanged contact information. Jim walked back into his house as Wesson and Smitty walked back to their car.

  “Sounded like he was describing someone who looks like your dad, Wess.”

  “Yep. I’m betting it was. He’s already an attempted murderer. Now maybe he finally finished something he started. Fuck.” He let out a heavy breath. “Was kind of hoping it was Ruiz, you know? Blow the top off of the cartel once and for all.”

  “Me too, buddy.”

  “Let’s call this in and then search the park. I need to call my mom, too. Keep her on lockdown today, just in case.” Wesson was gonna need a stiff drink when he got home from work tonight.

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  After a few hours of searching the park and coming up pretty much empty - or at least nothing that was a smoking gun - Smitty and Wesson headed back to the station to write the report. They’d already called in the description of the Warden’s alleged murderer, so an APB was sent out to bring in anyone matching that description. Wesson was nearly certain it was his dad. It just made sense. He didn’t have a car yet, so he was walking everywhere. He must have volunteered to help Adler with the deal, killed him, and then walked back to make the anonymous call. They’d still need to figure out the motive, but Wesson had a gut feeling Adler had a falling out with Ruiz.

  Which meant that his dad was somehow involved with the cartel. Shit.

  After filing the report, they made a quick stop to check on Kobe Michael (who was none too happy that Wesson hadn’t returned last night - he barfed on the carpet), and then left on a normal patrol assignment. A few speeding tickets were written, campground checks were done, and several calls responded to. There was no sighting of his dad. And he hadn’t heard any of the guys on the scanner pick up a suspect matching the fat, dirty old man description.

  When they arrived back at the station, near the end of their shift, Jake and Ryan were back from Billings, so Brenden called the entire crew in for a download.

  “Guards at MSP said they’ve noticed an uptick in illegal drugs among the inmates. They aren’t 100% certain who might be behind it, but a couple of them said, under condition of anonymity, that they wouldn’t be surprised if Adler was a pawn for Ruiz. Strong gangs in prison mean strong gangs on the outside. Control the drug trade inside, and they can control the drug trade on the outside,” Jake schooled them. “Why he committed suicide - or, as Smitty and Wesson learned today - was possibly murdered, no one knows.”

  “They also mentioned,” Ryan continued, “that Adler likely wasn’t acting alone. He couldn’t walk in with all that product through the front door. So kitchen staff or commissary staff is likely bringing it in hidden in delivery boxes. My take? Ruiz is almost certainly behind this. So the possibility that Adler was murdered for crossing the cartel is definitely there.”

  Fuck. Wesson was even more convinced his dad was working for the cartel; either through Adler or through his own prison connections. He could not imagine them hiring that greasy fuck for anything. But he supposed the ends justify the means if they were trying to take out Adler.

  “We need a poker night, is what we need,” Brenden suggested. “My house in a couple hours?”

  “Gert and Justin are gonna be pissed. They’re still on nights,” Smitty mentioned.

  “Yeah, Cole and Justin and Dillon and Clay are all chomping at the bit to take your money. But they can live with missing one poker night. Someone has to work nights and fight real crime,” he joked. “8 o’clock. Bring your ladies. Sierra is gonna kill me for doing this at the last minute, so potluck and BYOB.”

  That sounded good to Wesson. He needed a whiskey in one hand and Molly in the other to get this day off his back.

  Chapter 20

  Two hours later and they were pulling up to the Ramey house. Molly didn’t mind the change in plans at all. If her girlfriends were there and Wesson wanted her to come, she was there. Not before they got a quicky done in the shower, though. So they were slightly late after stopping by the grocery store and picking up some pre-made side salads.

  Everyone was already a few drinks in and pretty much segregated by gender, except for Lane, who currently had the most chips in front of her at the table. Chloe played sometimes. Molly never did. She usually sat with Sierra, who had been officially banned from the game a few years ago. Molly still hadn’t gotten the full story. Something about a twitchy eye?

  Molly always loved going over to Brenden and Sierra’s house for get-togethers. It was super laid back and there was always good conversation. She found Sierra and Chloe sitting in the living room and pulled up a chair.

  “Hey, Jailbird,” Chloe winked. Molly could see Nora’s chubby little baby feet sticking out from underneath the breastfeeding cover Chloe had draped over her shoulder. So sweet.

  Jailbird. Ugh. “I hope that nickname doesn’t stick,” Molly grumbled.

  “The charges won’t, but the nickname will! Sorry to tell you that, Molly,” Sierra laughed. “Look at poor Gert over there. He even fixed his tattoo, but we’ll end up calling him that forever.”

  “Great.”

  “Sorry about my husband. I mean, he’s just doing his job, but he could have been nicer about it.”

  “No, do not apologize, Chloe. I get it. I really do. Everyone’s under a lot of stress right now,” Molly wasn’t going to get hung up on that and let it affect her friendship. Some things just weren’t worth it. “Are things good with Justin?” She was curious after witnessing their little tiff-slash-fingering session at the Cadillac the other night.

  Chloe smiled, dreamily. “Yeah. We’re just both exhausted from the baby and not communicating like we should. So we hashed it out and things are pretty great now.” She lowered her voice to a whisper. “We’re going to start trying for another one this winter,” she said with a grin.

  “Oh my gosh! Chloe! That’s so exciting!” Molly hoped it was what Chloe really wanted and not Justin being bossy. She made eye contact with Sierra, who gave her a wink and a nod. Sierra knew everything that was going on with her cousin, so Molly figured that meant Justin and Chloe’s problems had been resolved to their mutual satisfaction.

  After a few hours of eating, drinking, gabbing, and planning a salon trip to the Beehive, Molly was ready to go home. She went on a search for Wesson. Thankfully, she didn’t have to go far. He was leaning up against the fridge talking to Jake, so she cozied up to him and found her place in the nook under his arm.

  “Hey, babe,” he greeted her. He lightly ran his fingers down her arm. His touch made her entire body break out in goosebumps. Dang, he’s so handsome. And he’s all mine.

  “How ya doing, Molly?” Jake asked.

  “As good as I can be. Just staying positive. Distracting myself,” she smiled and looked up at Wesson. He grinned back.

  “I love distracting you.” He moved her body in front of his, her back to his front, and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tiny kiss on her neck - again sending vibrations through her body. Molly tried to block him with her chin, but she wasn’t fast enough. She wiggled her butt into his crotch.

  Wesson was hard. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

  Holy crap. Whoa. We should probably not be giving Jake this show, Molly thought.

  “Get a room, you guys. Geeze!” Jake laughed and took a swig of his beer as he left them to go check on his wife’s poker winnings.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Molly leaned back and whispered.

  Wesson got close to her ear and replied, “I’ve got a better idea.” He grabbed her hand and walked her through the living room and out onto the back deck. Wesson was walking fast. Molly was stru
ggling to keep up.

  “Slow down, Wesson!” she whispered, loudly. They got to the stairs at the edge of the deck and Wesson turned and picked Molly up, throwing her over his shoulder. She may have been trying to be quiet, but in that moment, she squealed. Wesson smacked her ass.

  “Shhhh! Be quiet or they’ll know we’re out here,” he warned her.

  “What are we doing out here, Wesson?” she asked, her upside-down face to his back.

  “I don’t want to wait til we get home to have you. We’re gonna be adventurous again, baby.”

  Gush. Molly felt a rush between her legs. It felt so strong she wondered if Wesson could hear it from how he was carrying her. Like when you put an ear to a conch shell? Shut up, Molly.

  “Wesson! Someone will see us out here!”

  “It’s pitch black, Molly. And we’re going to the gazebo.”

  “Oh. Okay,” she replied, breathily.

  She could feel Wesson smile against her hip at her reaction.

  Brenden and Sierra had a small gazebo in their back yard, right up against the pond. It was a nice place to sit and read. An even better place to sit and drink wine. And now it was hopefully going to be a nice place to have sex.

  Gush.

  Wesson put her down inside the gazebo. She peeked through the wooden lattice toward the house. She could see the lights on and people mingling about near the windows, but she felt far enough away and it was dark enough. Wesson lifted her shirt up and pulled the cups of her bra down. He growled before he sucked her right nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other.

  Mmmmmmmm.

  “So good,” she gasped. Her breasts were sensitive in the cool summer air. A breeze came through the gazebo and blew her short, flouncy skirt up a bit. Wesson reached around and grabbed her ass, kneading it under her skirt.

  He unlatched from her breast. “Fuck, I love your ass. I don’t think I tell you that enough.”

  Molly laughed. “It’s definitely a handful.” He gave her a hard squeeze again, digging his fingers into her flesh. Molly moaned quietly.

  “Feel how hard I am,” Wesson demanded. Oh my.

  Molly reached down and felt his dick through his shorts. Jesus. “Mmmmmm. You’re so hard, Wesson. I want you.”

  “Yeah? You wanna fuck me outside, you dirty girl? I wanna make you moan so that all of the neighbors know what we’re out here doing.”

  “No, Wesson. We need to be quiet,” she giggled. She felt drunk on him. Drunk on his touch. Drunk on his kisses. Drunk on his body. She reached into his shorts and began stroking his cock. So heavy and thick and hot. She swept her thumb over the tip and it was Wesson’s turn to gasp.

  “Fuck, baby. I’m so ready for your pussy.”

  Jesus. “Oh yeah?”

  “Want to slam my big, fat dick inside of you from behind. You ready for me to do that, baby? You wet enough for me to hit you from the back?” he asked, not waiting for her to answer because he slid her underwear to the side and felt for himself. “Oh yeah. You’re ready for me. Fuck, baby. So god damn wet. Turn around.”

  Gush. Molly obeyed. “Yes.”

  “‘Yes, sir’ tonight, Molly.” Oh, wow.

  “You’re in quite a mood,” she grinned.

  “Yeah, a mood to fuck you.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Wesson groaned. “Yeah, that’s fuckin’ hot.” She could hear him push his shorts to the ground. “Bend over, baby. Hands on the lattice. Careful, though. I don’t want you gettin’ slivers.”

  Molly bent over and grabbed onto a gap in the lattice, sticking out her tush. Wesson flipped her skirt up in the back. She was ready for him to slide her underwear down her legs, but instead he just pushed it to the side. “Brace yourself,” he warned her and then he slid inside of her.

  “Oh god.” Molly tried to be quiet. She really did. It was a valiant effort, but it was not a successful one. Oh shit. She was never going to get used to his size.

  “Fuck. Me.” Wesson groaned out as he pumped inside of her. “Every. God. Damn. Time. It’s. So. Good,” he ground out on each push and pull inside of her.

  “You feel so good, Wess,” she replied. Oh my god. I’m going to come already! Molly was completely taken by surprise. “I’m already there. I’m coming!” She tightened around his thick cock and her legs went weak.

  “Jesus, baby. Holy fuck. Stay with me. You’re coming again before I’m done with you.”

  “Wesson. Wesson. Wesson,” she moaned. “I don’t think I can come again.”

  “This pussy is coming again. This pussy is mine. This pussy does what I tell it to do. So when I say this pussy is coming again, I mean it.”

  Oh fuck.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Wesson groaned again. “Oh fuck yes, that’s good.” He reached down with one hand and started rubbing her clit, keeping the other on her hip so that he could have leverage to continue his relentless assault on her core. He was so deep, but she needed him deeper. She spread her legs wider and tipped her ass up higher. “Oh yeah, baby. Just like that. Stay right there.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  This was fucking. This was raw and animalistic and fucking amazing.

  “Wesson! Molly!” she heard Sierra’s voice scream out from the deck.

  Oh shit. Wesson stilled.

  “I know you’re out there in the gazebo. When you’re done, can you bring another chair up? We’re gonna sit out here and drink when you’re back!”

  “Sure thing, Sierra,” Wesson shouted back, no shame in his voice. Sierra laughed and Molly heard the sliding glass door shut.

  “Oh my god! She knows we’re doing it!” Molly whispered. Wesson chuckled against her back. What he didn’t do, though, was remove his dick from her. Instead, he slammed right back in. Deep.

  “Oh god!” Molly cried out again. Fuck, can you not be quiet? Is it that impossible, Molly? “Wesson, what are you doing? We should go back.”

  “I’m fucking you, baby. Unless you really want to stop, I’m making this pussy come again. Remember?” Gush. Wesson chuckled. “Oh, I felt that. You like that idea, don’t you? Fuckin’ juicy pussy.”

  “Mmmmmm. Yesssssssss.”

  “Yes, what?”

  Fuck, ‘Bossy Wesson’ is so damn sexy.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s right.” He continued rubbing her clit and then reached over with his other hand and started squeezing her breasts. “Love these tits, baby. Gonna get you home one of these nights and lube them up and fuck the shit out of them,” he groaned as he continued to slam inside of her. Jesus, that sounds hot.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chanted. “Wesson,” she gasped. “I’m coming again!”

  “Yeah, baby. Come on my dick. I’m coming too,” he roared as he planted his cock deep inside of her. Molly spasmed around him and he hissed.

  “Damn, Molly.”

  She laughed. “I should be so embarrassed right now, but that was so fucking good I don’t even care what Sierra has to say.”

  Wesson laughed his deep, baritone laugh. “If anyone appreciates good sex, it’s Sierra. I wouldn’t worry about her too much. Fuck, baby. You’re incredible. Never gonna get enough of your pussy.”

  “I hope not,” she replied as he pulled his cock out and she righted her underwear and skirt. He wrapped his arms around her and they stared out at the stars.

  “Never gonna happen, doll. I love you.”

  A shooting star darted across the dark sky. Both Molly and Wesson made a silent wish. Someday they’d realize they both wished for the same damn thing.

  Chapter 21

  “You guys were totally doing it in my gazebo,” Sierra said, completely convinced.

  “No, we weren’t,” Molly lied. Lane and Chloe laughed. They’d all watched Wesson and Molly do the walk of shame from the gazebo to the house the other night, so it was obvious what they’d been doing. Sierra even had to pick a few pine needles out of Molly’
s hair.

  It was the weekend again. As the girls sat in the four pedicure chairs inside the Beehive, they engaged in their usual banter. There was still no word from the crime lab on the fingerprints. Molly was still stressed. A pre-trial hearing was officially scheduled for next week. Lane told her not to worry and said she already had a bunch of procedural motions planned out and they’d delay the trial until the last moment possible, but Molly was still getting worried.

  “Pshhhh. Whatever, Molly. We don’t care what you were doing. For the record, I love Wesson for you and I love that he’s giving you these things.” Lane gave her a knowing smile. It’s not that Sierra and Chloe would never know what happened to Molly in college, she just didn’t feel like rehashing the story again and again. Maybe she would next time she was invited over to a football game where the Jackrabbits were playing. No. Effing. Way. That’s. Ever. Happening.