Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  “Does it feel good, Wess?” she asked.

  “Fuck yes, it does.” He tweaked her left nipple, sending a shock through her body.

  “So hot,” she whispered.

  “What’s so hot? Tell me,” he grunted.

  “Watching you do this.”

  “Tell me. Watching me do what?” he demanded.

  “Watching you fuck my tits.” She gave him just what he wanted to hear. He tweaked her right nipple and Molly moaned in pleasure. “Oh, Wesson. God yes. Keep doing that to my nipples.” She grabbed her breasts herself and pushed them together, allowing Wesson more leeway to play with her with his hands.

  Jesus.

  He continued pushing in and out and kneading her breasts. “Can you reach the head of my dick with your mouth, honey?” he asked. It was the dirtiest question she’d ever been asked in the sweetest way.

  “Lemme try.” She smiled as she tucked her chin to her chest. His dick came through her tits and hit her right on the lips. She opened and whipped her tongue out over the head of his cock.

  “Oh, holy fuck,” Wesson groaned. Molly sucked the head into her mouth slightly and then he withdrew. It tasted like lotion and salty come, but Molly didn’t care. She wanted more. He dragged his dick back through her cleavage, through the wet lotion and then pushed forward again. This time Molly was waiting with an open mouth. She sucked him in hard, coating his cock in saliva.

  “Yessssss,” he hissed. “So good, baby.”

  “Yeah?” she asked, as he dragged his dick back between her boobs. He pushed forward and back, forward and back, each time greeting Molly’s mouth with more precum seeping out of the end of his cock. His breathing was becoming more erratic. He was groaning on each entrance into Molly’s mouth. Molly knew she had him.

  “Come all over me, Wesson,” she whispered.

  “Yes, baby. You got it. So good,” he kept pushing back and forth.

  “I love your cock, so much, Wesson. Never knew it could be this way. I love you,” she moaned. And on that last push, Wesson groaned and came. The first spurt was powerful and hit her lip. The remainder landed on her neck and chest. Wesson grunted and squeezed his eyes shut, his cock still surrounded by the warm flesh of her breasts. She could feel it spasm on each ejaculation.

  Wesson took a deep breath and exhaled. “Wow.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. She snaked her tongue out and licked his come off of her lip. “Jesus, fuck, Molly. Fuckin’ beautiful seeing you covered in my come. God damn.”

  Molly smiled and released her breasts. Wesson reached forward and rubbed his come into her chest, like a dirty, sexy, adult finger painting. “Looks like I got you all sticky again,” he shrugged.

  “I don’t mind. This means we get to shower together next,” she winked.

  “Hot damn, you’re gonna kill me,” he said as he rose off of her and stood to his feet by the side of the bed.

  “La petite mort.”

  “Oooh baby. You’ll have to talk Frenchie to me next time. That’s fuckin’ sexy.”

  Molly laughed. “That’s what the French call an orgasm. It means ‘the little death.’”

  “Definitely feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Let’s take another trip. Let me dirty you up again before we get clean.” He winked and then pulled her to the bathroom.

  ➰

  At approximately 2 a.m., while Molly was sleeping soundly, Wesson’s phone rang. His dad survived. He was in the ICU. He was in critical condition. But he was still alive. A shattered arm, a shattered shoulder, a shattered jaw, so much blood loss that he’d required a transfusion, and a broken back. They’d surgically repaired what they could, but he was going to be in the hospital for a while, with several additional surgeries already scheduled. He’d need pins, he’d need rods, and he’d already had his jaw wired shut. It was going to be a long road to full recovery, if he ever did fully recover. In fact, they weren’t entirely sure he would ever walk again.

  Isn’t that ironic?

  Wesson thanked the doctor on the phone, politely declining the opportunity to visit his father in the ICU.

  Now what?

  He did what Wesson knew how to do. He got shit done. Phone call to Dispatch. Phone call to Brenden. Phone call to his mom. Phone call to his dad’s parole officer, who was none too happy to be taking a call at 2:30 in the morning. Fuck it. Do your job.

  At 3:30 he laid back down and stared at the ceiling. A voice cut through the darkness. “Everything okay, Wess?” she asked, snuggling into him.

  “No. But with you by my side, it will be.”

  Molly sighed and snuggled deeper. Wesson rolled over and kissed her forehead. He felt her body sink into the mattress as sleep overcame her again. “Never gonna let you go,” he whispered.

  Chapter 22

  “Good morning, sunshine,” Molly sing-songed as she flipped open the curtains in her bedroom. It was Monday morning already. Time for work. But this time, she didn’t have anything to worry about. Well, not much to worry about anyway. The charges hadn’t been formally dropped yet, but Lane told her that as soon as she got a chance to chat with Carter about the evidence she’d be putting on, he would run away from Lane with his tail between his legs. “He doesn’t like to lose,” she’d smirked.

  When Molly woke up on Sunday morning in the hotel room with Wesson, he’d relayed to her what the doctor had said about his dad’s condition. It was pretty serious and Molly knew better than most just how serious it was. Most people didn’t realize that a psychiatrist actually had to go to medical school. She didn’t start out in medical school thinking that psychiatry would be her final destination. In fact, she’d spent some time in general surgery during her third year rotation. She knew putting his dad back together was not an easy task. She'd seen that wreck. The fact that Randy was even partially salvageable was probably due to the fact that he was drunk as a skunk.

  She’d asked Wesson if he wanted to go visit him. “Nope,” was his quick, final answer.

  She bit her tongue. She didn’t want to psychoanalyze Wesson. He’d want closure eventually. But he would need to come to that decision on his own.

  “Wesson,” she whispered. “Wessssssssonnnnnnnnn,” she said a little louder. He was crashed out in her bed on his stomach, his chiseled back on display. Last night had been just as amazing as every night she’d been with Wesson. He’d cuffed her to the headboard this time. She was worried she’d panic, but she didn’t. It was hot as all get out. She blushed just thinking about it.

  Molly pulled the blanket down Wesson’s naked body, getting a view of his hard glutes. She slapped him once, the sound echoing in her bedroom.

  “Jesus! Fuck! What’s wrong?!” He rolled over and bolted upright.

  Molly laughed at his antics. “It’s time to wake up, Wess.” She leaned down and kissed his cheek.

  “You coulda done it in a less stressful manner, babe,” he admonished even as he smiled. “But good morning, beautiful.”

  “I gotta head into work. You good here?”

  “Yep. Gotta go feed Kobe Michael. Clean up whatever fuckin’ mess that cat has left me.”

  “I left a key on the counter so you can lock up behind you. Keep it on your ring, okay?” she said, casually.

  “I will do that,” he grinned.

  “And why don’t you get a set of stuff for Kobe Michael to have here, so you don’t have to leave him alone when you stay here.”

  Wesson was speechless. He just stared at her. Molly was starting to feel a little self conscious when he said, “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

  It was Molly’s turn to grin. “Likewise, babe. Have a good day.”

  “Do not leave this house without kissing me again.”

  “Bossy thing,” she teased before walking back to him and planting a wet one on his lips. He pulled her down on top of him to deepen the kiss.

  After thoroughly ruining her makeup, Molly pulled away and took a deep breath. �
��I do actually have to go to work today, handsome.”

  “I’ll miss you. Lunch today?”

  “I’d love that.”

  “I’ll bring sandwiches to your office.”

  “I love sandwiches.”

  “Me too.”

  They both smiled.

  “Love you bye,” she said quickly in one breath.

  “Love you bye,” he replied and she walked out of the room.

  Seriously. Wesson Campbell was the one.

  ➰

  “Molly Mooney!” Lane screamed from the waiting room of her office from beyond the receptionist’s desk. Jesus, that woman is loud.

  “Oh my god, Lane. What if I was in here with a patient?”

  “Clementine here told me you were alone!” She smiled at Molly’s nineteen-year-old receptionist and then waltzed into Molly’s office and plopped on the couch.

  “So. Good news.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Carter is going to drop the charges. He talked to Wesson and Ryan this morning and was like, ‘No way am I letting you guys testify to help Lane.’ Boom. Told ya. He hates to lose almost as much as I do,” she bragged with a wink, smacking her gum.

  “Oh my god! Thank you!” Molly ran over to her and gave her a huge hug. “I can never repay you for this, but please, send me a bill. For all the work you put into this, I owe you. Big time.”

  “Shut the fuck up, lady. I would have done this for any of my friends. For free. What good is being a lawyer if you can’t help your friends out of a jam?”

  Molly hugged her again. “I probably can’t afford you anyway.”

  “Pshhhh. I’m sitting in your swanky office on this buttery leather couch looking at your big ass diploma. You could probably afford me.” Lane shrugged. “But I’m kidding! Do not pay me. This one is on the house. Next time you get busted for peddling heroin is when you’ll pay for it.”

  Molly laughed in response. “Deal.”

  “Now that you’re no longer in imminent danger of going to prison for twenty years, girrrrrrl, I need an update on Wesson.”

  “He’s great. We’re great. I’m totally in love with him,” Molly blurted out.

  “Oh my god! Does he know?”

  “Yes. He’s the one who told me first.”

  “Wesson Campbell. A romantic. Who woulda guessed it?”

  “He’s the one, Lane. I know it.”

  Lane sighed. “I get that.”

  “You do?”

  “Yep. When you know, you know.”

  “Wait a minute.” Molly tilted her head to the side and looked at her friend. “You hated Jake for the longest time.”

  “Met him for the first time my first night in Imminence and I just knew. Then he turned into a dick, so I hated him purely as a defense mechanism. Now I just love bickering with him. It’s probably my favorite thing to do with him after all the sex.” Lane wiggled her eyebrows. “So. The sex. Good?”

  Molly fell back into the couch and threw the back of her hand up onto her forehead. “So, so, so good. I had no idea what I’d been missing. But I’m really glad I waited for him.”

  “Ugh. You are making my teeth hurt with all this sweetness. I’m super happy for you. Both of you. Couldn’t happen to nicer people.”

  “Thanks, Lane. You and Jake still good?”

  “So great. Finally got the all clear to start the sex up again. First time hurt like a motherfucker, but it’s been great ever since. I think my vagina is officially unbroken!” she grinned.

  “More kids on the horizon?”

  “Oh god, no. I need at least a year to recover from that pain.”

  Molly laughed. “Was it really that bad?”

  “It was just as bad as they tell you times one thousand. And then they tell you that you’ll forget it all once the little baby is in your arms, but you don’t! Or at least I haven’t. Fuck. Traumatizing. Maybe I should make an appointment with you to work through it.” Lane chuckled.

  “I definitely owe you some sessions after what you did for me,” Molly offered.

  “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just make sure I don’t forget to take my birth control and I should be fine,” she winked. “Okay, lady.” She patted Molly on the knee and stood up. “I’m outta here. Gotta get back to work. Got a DUI case going to trial tomorrow. I get to torture Justin - my favorite! But I need to prepare. He’s getting better.”

  Molly loved her friend’s balls-to-the-wall attitude. They hugged it out and then Lane left. Molly was finishing up her notes on the client she had seen previously when there was another knock at her door. She looked up.

  Wesson.

  “Hey, baby,” he said with a flirty smile. “I brought sandwiches.”

  “Hey, you just missed Lane.” Molly stood up and walked toward him.

  “No, I didn’t. Saw her out in the hallway.”

  “Did she tell you?”

  “Nope. Said she’d leave the delivery of the news to you.”

  Molly exhaled. “Charges have been officially dropped.”

  Wesson took two steps and closed the gap to get to her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, swinging her around in a circle. Molly squealed.

  “So happy, baby!” He smiled as he set her down. “I talked to Carter this morning. He did not sound super pumped to charge you to begin with, but given the drug issues in this county, he couldn’t look the other way. So he was actually relieved to find out you were framed.”

  “That makes two of us.”

  “Three of us. Charges would’ve been dropped without the confession, though, honey. Lab just came back with the fingerprints. Guess who’s prints were on the heroin?”

  “Your dad’s?” she asked hopefully.

  “My dad’s and Warden Adler’s. And a few unknowns. But not yours. Not mine. 100% cleared.” Holy moly. He kissed her again. “Sandwiches?” Wesson asked. “I grabbed you turkey.”

  “Sounds delicious. How about sex first?”

  Wow, Molly. Bold much?

  “In your office?”

  “Um -” She cleared her throat. “Yeah.”

  “Clementine is out there,” he warned and pointed to the door.

  “So, we’ll have to be quiet.”

  “Honey, I don’t think you know how to be quiet.”

  “I can be quiet.”

  Wesson laughed. “No you can’t, but it’s gonna be fun watching you try.” Wesson got up and locked her office door. “Hate to let this nice couch go to waste.”

  “I’ve thought about this with you, you know? In my office.” She bit her fingernail and looked down at the floor.

  “Oh yeah? Fuckin’ sexy. Tell me what was in this fantasy of yours.”

  Molly blushed. “Up against the wall. Like that day you came here and kissed me.”

  Wesson stepped closer to her and then lifted her up by her ass and walked her to the wall, pressing her against it.

  “Like this?” he asked.

  “Yeah, just like this.”

  “You wearing panties today?”

  “Unfortunately, yes,” she giggled.

  “Strip ‘em,” he demanded as he set her feet down on the ground. Molly made quick work of her underwear, pulled them out from underneath her dress, and tossed them on the floor, making a mental note to pick them up before her next client walked in.

  Wesson unbuttoned his pants and lifted her up again, pinning her against the wall.

  “I gotta warn you, we may end up on the couch. Today was leg day at the gym.” Wesson shrugged.

  “Seriously? Leg day?” she teased.

  “It was a rough workout this morning.”

  “I’m literally telling you it’s my fantasy to have you fuck me up against this wall and you’re complaining about leg day?” She laughed.

  “I’m telling you I’m weak. My legs may give out.”

  Molly laughed again. “It’s okay. We have all the time in the world to fulf
ill my fantasy. If you want to start on the couch, we can do that.” She winked.

  “Oh, thank god,” Wesson said, relieved. “My quads are seriously already spasming.” He set her back down on her feet.