Changing Lanes (Bounty County Series Book 2)

by Maren Lee

  Jake unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He could probably cut diamonds with his dick. He moved on top of her and locked his mouth onto hers for a quick exchange of tongues while reaching between her legs and spreading her so she that was ready to take him.

  Jake grabbed his length and placed it at her glistening entrance. He teased the head in circles slowly around her opening to let her know he was ready. Lane groaned in pleasure and asked, “Can I wrap my arms around you, Jake?”

  Her asking for his permission was icing on this sexy fuckin’ cake. She was letting him have the control he wanted and she needed.

  “Oh fuck yes you can. Wrap me up - arms and legs - baby.” He placed his length in the center of her and pushed inside her. Lane bit her bottom lip and moaned as he filled her. She felt even more amazing than the last time he’d had her. Warm, wet, slippery, tight. He could have shot her full of his come at that very moment. Thankfully, his self control was still in the room. He needed to take care of her first.

  Jake pulled out slowly. He felt the need to memorize every part of her. Skin to skin. He pushed back in, deeper this time. She was perfect. They were perfect together. Lane gasped with approval as her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

  “Yeah? You like that dick, baby?” Jake was a dirty talker. And from their last time together, Jake knew it got Lane off. Hard.

  “Yessssss,” she hissed.

  “Tell me,” he demanded.

  “I love your cock, Jake.”

  “Yeah, you do,” he agreed.

  On each withdrawal, he could feel her vaginal walls pulling him back in. She was so worked up, he knew it wouldn't take much more. He continued to move in and out of her. The sound of their coupling got louder. Messier. He could feel her wetness on his sack. Fuck, she was dripping. He could feel her core flexing, getting ready to explode. He angled his hips back slightly and slammed into her, pressing her sweet g-spot.

  “Fuck!” Lane shouted as her pussy contracted and come spilled out of her and around Jake’s cock.

  That was too much for him. “I’m coming too, baby. Gonna fill you up,” he grunted out. Jake thrust, once, twice, and on the third he felt his testicles draw up and every ounce of his seed bathed her womb.

  As they got their breathing under control, he rested his forehead softly on hers. Without a word, he kissed her sweetly on the lips and pulled out slowly. Lane met his kiss with a sweet moan and rested her hands to her side. Jake rolled over on his back on the right side of her, tucking his right arm beneath his head.

  “Holy shit, Red. You slay me. So god damned wet. I need to build up some stamina for you.”

  Lane turned her head and smiled at him sweetly, “I’m always that wet when you’re around. So good luck to you.”

  “Always?” he asked with skepticism.

  “Pretty much,” she answered.

  Jake groaned and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Well I’ll be ready for round two here shortly, honey,” Jake gave her his wicked grin, but it quickly dissolved into something more serious. “We should get birth control figured out, babe. I’ve fucked you more than once without protection.”

  “I’m on birth control. We’re good.” A sudden realization obviously hit Lane and her body tensed. “Oh my god. Are you clean?”

  “I’m clean, baby. Been tested in the last six months and I always use condoms. Are you clean?”

  Lane sighed. “I got tested before I left Chicago. You know. My fiancé fucking my secretary and all that. Who knows who else he was fucking. Anyway, Connor and I always used condoms. So I’m good.”

  Jake licked his lips. “That’s good news, baby. That means I can keep fucking you raw.” He gave her another one of his smiles that made her ready for round two that very second.

  Except at that very second, Lane’s stomach growled. Loudly.

  Jake laughed. “I guess I need to feed you more actual food.”

  “My goodness, I guess you’re right! Your semen just isn’t cutting it for me tonight. I need more pizza.”

  If Jake had been drinking a glass of water, he’d have spit it all out. He laughed, loudly. “Who knew the town’s prim-and-proper sexy-as-fuck lawyer was so damned inappropriate. You are my dirty girl.” Jake shook his head, smiling.

  Lane smacked him playfully and then rolled off the bed and grabbed her robe out of a pile of clothes on the floor and headed out the door. Jesus, he could not get over how messy her room was. He was going to have to do something about it or it was going to make him crazy, but for now he’d just deal with it. More pizza sounded good.

  “Don’t eat the last slice of deep dish!” Jake shouted. “And dibs on the remote!”

  “Too late,” she yelled back. “And my house, my remote. You only said control in the bedroom! Out here, you snooze, you lose!” Spitfire. That’s one. Jake couldn’t wait to spank her ass again.

  Jake pulled on his jeans and headed toward the kitchen smiling. He knew he’d met his match when he didn’t feel anger over the last slice of deep dish. With Lane, it just made him happier.

  All in.

  ➰

  Jake woke up the next morning to find Lane had stolen all the blankets and was tangled in the sheets. Snoring away. Even when she snores she's cute. He attempted to wake her with light tickling on her back, she wasn't having any of it. He waved the white flag when she mule kicked his shin while still sawing logs. He couldn't believe how tired she was. He figured he'd give her another hour or so. He needed to make some phone calls to make sure his team was lined up on patrol for the weekend anyway.

  Jake spent over 45 minutes on the phone with Dispatch and his Corporals catching him up on last night's events. A crash at the city limits warranted both the city and county’s response. The city had refused, though, citing the Mayor’s new policy to refuse any co-op services previously established with the county. The lack of cooperation was really starting to piss Jake off. He was going to need to sit down with Brenden sooner than later to discuss this issue. Everything Lane had mentioned the night before brought up his guard. Something just didn’t smell right.

  To keep his mind off of the city/county drama he decided to make Lane breakfast. Pancakes and bacon sounded fucking delicious, but the woman was helpless and he seriously needed to fill her fridge and pantry if he was going to keep staying here. So Jake brewed a pot of coffee and left for the store. If coffee didn't wake his sleeping (snoring) beauty, he was pretty sure bacon would.

  When Jake returned, he checked on her again. She’d stopped snoring and he could tell she was right on the cusp of consciousness, so he headed back to the kitchen. He lined one of her brand new baking sheets with foil and put the bacon in the oven. The blueberries he found at the store needed rinsing, so he strained them and then whipped up the batter. Then he poured a cup of coffee to bring to Lane in bed while the griddle preheated.

  He pushed the bedroom door open, the shoes and towel on the floor provided some resistance. He looked at the floor again. It was even more of a safety hazard during the light of day. When he looked back up, Lane was stretching in bed gifting him with the sexiest damn grin he'd ever seen. Fuck he was gone for this woman.

  “Mornin’ gorgeous.”

  “Good morning to you. I saw that.”

  “Saw what?” Was she baiting him for something?

  “Looking at my floor. It looks chaotic to some people. Sorry.”

  “Darlin’ that mess looks chaotic to all people. I’ll help you with it later. Here, coffee.”

  “You aren’t going to help me with this. It's my room, I like it this way.”

  He wasn't going to take the bait. Too early to get her riled up. Jake placed the coffee cup next to her on the nightstand.

  Lane quickly rolled. “Oh no. Ugh, that smell! Coffee on an empty stomach doesn't sit well with me.”

  Strange.

  “Sorry, honey. That’s fine. I’ll take it back to the kitchen. Take your time, Red. Breakfast can wait.” He kissed her forehea
d and snagged the coffee cup. Note to self: no coffee in bed.

  Lane came out of the bedroom a few minutes later in nothing but a skimpy, soft, light green robe. The tie for it sat just under her breasts accentuating the delicious mounds of light skin. Her hips filled out the bottom just perfectly. The length was barely past her ass cheeks. He had no idea if she was wearing panties or not. She looked delicious, her hair loosely tied in a bun on the back of her head. She looked even more fresh and beautiful in the morning. His hard cock agreed.

  “Jake.” Lane snapped.

  That got his attention.

  “What, Red?”

  “Quit growling at me.”

  Fuck, he didn’t even realize he was doing it.

  “Natural reaction, baby. Can’t help it.”

  “Well get it under control, Teen Wolf.” Lane laughed as she snagged a piece of bacon off of the plate.

  “Teen Wolf? Really?” Jake scrunched his eyebrows together and shook his head.

  “Don’t be sensitive, Hamilton. I was just being funny.”

  “Oh, I’ll show you sensitive, Red. Maybe with some nipple clamps. One pancake or two?” he asked, nonchalantly.

  She gulped. “Two please.” He filled her plate and they moved to the table to eat together.

  Lane ate her pancakes like she was making love to them. Moaning before, during, and after each bite. The funny thing was, she didn’t even realized she was doing it. This was not on purpose. At least, Jake didn’t think it was.

  As if fighting the rock hard demon in his pants wasn't difficult enough on its own, this was pure torture. Lane took her finger and wiped up the last bit of syrup on her plate. She licked it off the tip of her finger and ended with a sexy little sucking noise. Enough.

  “Red, no more.”

  Lane looked up from her plate.

  “What?” She looked confused.

  “You...You just… come in the kitchen with that sexy little robe on that's just begging to be ripped off. Then you make sweet love to the god damn blueberries in your pancakes! It's more than I can stand. I want to pick you up and bend you over this table and fuck that sweet pussy. Hard.” Jake was clenching his left fist and squeezing a fork in his right.

  Lane smirked. Oh, was his little vixen doing this on purpose after all?

  “Oh, Jake. I had no idea you'd be so turned on by the way I eat. It was just that every time one of those sweet blueberries exploded in my mouth I was remembering what it was like to feel your hot come shooting down my throat. I just couldn't help myself.” Lane bit her lip and gave him a coy smile. She was being sassy as shit this morning.

  “Fucking teasing me like that? Red, you know I'll have to spank you. Are you wearing any panties under that little getup?”

  “Why don't you see for yourself?” Lane turned her legs to face him and slowly spread them open on the chair.

  Jesus Christ almighty. She wasn't wearing a damn thing under that robe. Her pussy was already glistening with moisture.

  Jake stood and pushed his chair to the side, grabbed both their plates and tossed them on the kitchen counter. He put his hand out for Lane to grab. She did without hesitation.

  “Turn around.” He ordered and moved her to face the table.

  Jake began untying the mess of hair on her head. As soon as the hair tie was free, he moved his fingers from her forehead to her spine pulling her hair into a ponytail as he wrapped the hair tie in the middle of the back of her head.

  “Jake. What are you doing?” Lane asked turning up to look at him.

  “No questions. Unless you want to make it two?”

  Lane shook her head and faced away from him. Jake wrapped her ponytail around his left hand, and moved her robe up with the right exposing her soft, round cheeks, her sex peeking out from between her legs. He rubbed his palm over her right ass cheek. It turned pink with her anticipation.

  Slap. He swatted as Lane moaned softly. She was perfect. They were going to be great together.

  Jake released her hair and dropped down to his knees. He licked the pink hand print he’d left on her ass and then blew his breath onto it to cool it. Lane moaned again.

  “You like that, sweetheart?”

  “Oh my god, Jake. I didn’t know. I didn’t. It feels so…” Lane lost her thought as he started to eat her pussy from behind. “Oh my god.”

  Jake stopped abruptly and grabbed the can of whipped cream off the table. “Feels so what, baby? Dirty? Forbidden? Fucking hot as hell?” He shook the can and spread a line of cool cream down the crack of her ass.

  Lane hissed. “Holy shit, Jake. You’re gonna get me all sticky.”

  “Honey, I’m gonna lick your ass, eat your pussy, and then fuck you from behind and then we’re gonna hop in the shower where I have a mind to eat you again. Are you really going to complain right now?”

  “Um. Nope. No. Carry on, Sir.” Lane pushed her backside out further and leaned more onto the table. Oh yeah.

  Jake followed the line of whipped cream with his tongue down the crack of her ass. He spread her cheeks and ran his tongue along her tight hole. He could feel Lane clenching, so he stopped. “Lane. Just relax. It’s not dirty. It’s not taboo. You are fucking sexy back here and I'm taking it with my cock soon enough, so let me play.”

  Lane exhaled. Jake continued. He cleaned up all the whipped cream and then dropped further down between her legs, turning his head and neck so he could eat her from behind. His tongue snaked in and out of her warm, wet center and then he latched onto her clit with his mouth.

  “Oh, fucccck,” Lane let out as she released.

  Jake stood and unbuttoned his jeans with his right hand, letting them drop to the floor. Lane wiggled her ass toward him with excitement and lowered her torso further onto the table. Jake once again gripped her ponytail and wrapped it around his hand as he placed the swollen tip of his cock at her entrance.

  He dragged the tip up and down her pussy, getting his dick lubed up. He reset himself at her heat and pushed in hard and fast while he pulled her hair.

  Lane shouted, “Fuck!” to the ceiling as he yanked her head back and buried himself inside of her. She felt good so tightly wrapped around his cock. Jake continued to slam into her while keeping a tight hold on her hair. He could feel the wetness dripping from her core as he moved inside her. She was close. Shit, so was he.

  He moved his right hand from her hip around to her clit. He rubbed, flicked, and pinched her sweet spot. That did it. She exploded. Throbbing, pulsing, pulling him into her deeper. He clenched his teeth to try and fight against the urge but he lost the battle. He came deep inside of her, riding out her orgasm with her as he filled her with his seed. He released the grip on her hair and slowly pulled out.

  “Woman, you feel so damn good. I have no resistance built up for you. I'm like a fucking teenager on the night of the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.” He smiled as he moved her robe back into place. Jake grabbed a couple napkins off the table and cleaned her up and then wiped himself down.

  “I don't mind. I love a good quick fuck,” she exhaled.

  “Yeah? I'll remember you said that next time I see you in your office.” He pulled his jeans back up.

  “Jake! You shouldn't put images like that in my head. How am I supposed to get anything done at work now when sex is all that'll be on my mind?” She turned around and smacked him on the arm.

  “Watch yourself, Red. You need another spankin’?”

  “Maybe later. I've got a couple hot dates to get ready for.” With that announcement, she headed to the bedroom.

  “Excuse me?” Jake asked quizzically.

  “You heard me!” Lane shouted back.

  Jake followed her into the bedroom and grabbed her from behind as she was turning on the shower. “Maybe I haven’t been clear enough about my intentions, Lane. We are exclusive. You are not seeing other people.”

  “I’m not sure you get to dictate who I can and cannot see, Jake,” Lane sassed. Jake pulled her tighter.


  “Baby, I want us to be exclusive. Please don’t see other people,” he asked, sweetly.

  Lane pulled his arms off and turned around. “Good lord, Jake. I’m going to get pedicures with Chloe and Sierra. I’m not seeing anybody else. I barely have enough energy to keep up with you.”

  Jake grunted. “Good. It better stay that way.”

  “You better be exclusive with me, too, then. This isn’t a one way street, buddy.”

  “Swear to god, honey. There is no one else I want to make love to.”

  Make love? There’s that phrase again.

  “Ok, then. Exclusive.” Lane put out her hand like she was going to shake on a deal. Jake laughed. Standing in a bathroom naked his woman wanted to shake hands. Jake obliged. And then quickly threw Lane up over his shoulder, slapped her ass, and hopped in the shower. Lane squealed, but her protests were quickly replaced by moans as Jake set out to keep his last promise of the morning.