Changing Lanes (Bounty County Series Book 2)

by Maren Lee

  “Lucky doesn’t even begin to describe it.” He kissed her softly.

  “Don’t be sweet, Jake. I can’t take sweet.”

  “Oh, I can be all types of not sweet. But first, you feel better?” he asked.

  “Much. Now I'm just hungry.” Lane’s stomach growled in agreement.

  “I've got groceries in the truck. Come on. I'll feed you.” He kissed her head again and patted her ass. He was grateful she gave him the opportunity to talk. Now he'd just have to throw down with Justin. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation.

  Chapter 10

  Lane felt a million times better after talking to Jake. The fact that he wasn't trying to hide it from her and would have told her if he'd known it was going to be an issue solidified in her mind that she could trust him. Jake was a lot of things, but there was one thing he was not: a liar. He didn't deny anything. Hell, he owned it and straight up said he didn't regret it at all. That surprised Lane. She was used to guys making mistakes and either denying or begging for forgiveness. Jake didn't grovel or plead with her. He just told her how it was.

  She’d be lying if she said it didn’t turn her on a little. Jake wasn't ashamed of anything from his past. She wished she could rewind the day and react a little more calmly and with some understanding of the situation. It wasn't Chloe's fault. And Jake didn't do anything wrong either. When this all went down there was no chance in hell either of them would have predicted they would be together. You fucking hated him then, Lane. Okay, so you were wildly attracted to him and hated yourself for it because he was such a fucking asshole. But, still. She would have never predicted this.

  “Awfully quiet over there, Red. What's going through that pretty head of yours?” Jake looked at her while he rinsed the pots and pans.

  He'd fed her pasta tonight. Fettuccini alfredo. It was perfect to fill her up after an afternoon of anxiety induced puking. Damn, the man could cook. Lane was going to need to start running again if Jake was going to be cooking for her regularly.

  “Lane?” he asked again. “What’s on your mind?”

  “Nothing really. Just wishing I could go back six hours and react a little differently. Not be so presumptuous with my thoughts and feelings on the matter.” Lane was also wondering what a threesome would have looked like, but she didn't think Jake would be so keen about her bringing it up again.

  “What else are you thinking about?” Jake asked.

  “Nothing.” Lane tried to look away from him. Her poker-face-game was usually very strong. She developed it pretty early on in her career. But for some damn reason with Jake, she was a terrible liar.

  “Spill it. There's more. Come on babe, let's hear it.”

  Shit. How the fuck does he do that?

  “There isn't more. I'm good.”

  “Liar. Your nipples are hard as a rock and you keep looking at my ass,” Jake put the last plate in the dishwasher and turned around to face her, “So there's something going on in there that’s making you react like that.” He walked toward her, facing her from across the counter and placed his palms down flat on either side of him, leaning toward her.

  Lane attempted to shake her head with denial but Jake's devilish grin broke her poker face, “Dammit, Jake. Stop reading my mind.”

  “It's not my fault you're thinking about sex.” Jake laughed.

  “I am not! But even if I was, it would be completely your fault. You're over there doing dishes: turn on. You cooked for me: turn on. You are sexy as hell: turn on. Your arms flexing like they do when you grab me during...you know... intercourse,” she spoke quietly, as if someone might overhear her. “Turn on.” Lane blushed. God damn it, Lane. Quit blushing!

  “Ha! So you are thinking about sex. Liar. Red, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. The feelings are definitely mutual. Everything about you screams suck me, lick me, fuck me. It's everything I can do to keep my hands to myself when you're around.”

  Jesus. Jake knew just what to say to make her toes curl. Lane didn’t mean to groan out loud, but she did.

  Jake walked around the counter and stood behind her. He leaned in and kissed her neck, “You still haven’t answered my question, though. What kind of dirty thoughts are going through your mind, sexy?” He moved to the other side of her neck and kissed again, giving her a light flick of his tongue to follow it up.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she murmured. He continued and teased her relentlessly with his kisses and licks. Must stop the delicious torture. “You sure you wanna know what’s on my mind?”

  Jake pulled away from her neck. “Yes.” He moved up and sucked her earlobe into his mouth.

  Fuck. Me. That feels good.

  “I was uh, um, just thinking about what a threesome would look like and… feel like.”

  “Nope.” Jake stated. There was an air of finality in his voice.

  Nope? What?

  “Excuse me?”

  “Not gonna share you, Red. This is you and me. No one else joins us. Done with that bullshit.” Jake reached around the front of her and grasped her tits with both hands. Lane gasped. Fucking hell. Her breasts were super sensitive tonight.

  Interesting response coming from the man who has just admitted his entire sexual history.

  “I don’t want a threesome, Jake. But, I'm curious about it… Like, what position were you in...to...you know, make it work…logistically?” she questioned.

  “Oh yeah? That's what's got you all hot and bothered? You thinking dirty thoughts like that makes me wanna spank you, Red.” Jake squeezed her breasts again.

  “Fuck, Jake! Careful. My boobs hurt tonight.” Lane grit her teeth, the mixture of pleasure and pain was overwhelming.

  Jake released his grasp on her chest and spun her barstool to face him, “You want to know what it feels like?”

  Lane felt her stomach flip and her core flex at his question.

  “Without another person joining in? Yeah, I think I do.” Lane couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.

  “I can do that for you, but it’s going to involve some assistance on your part.”

  “What do you mean?” Lane was confused at how she assisted in this scenario.

  “Come on.” He scooped her off of the barstool as she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

  “Where's your vibrator?” Jake asked looking at the nightstand and then to the dresser.

  Ha! He was assuming she laid in bed to masturbate. He started fishing around in her drawer. “You’re very, very cold. Where might I go to warm up?” Lane found herself getting excited at making him play a game.

  “Hmmm. Detective work, huh? I’m a cop, baby. I’ll figure this out.” Jake clicked his tongue against the rough of his mouth. “Let’s see. You’re busy as hell. It's gotta be quick with minimal clean up, since we both know you don't clean.” He gestured to the mess on the floor. Lane pretended to be offended. “Easy one, babe. You're getting off in the shower. Quick and easy for a busy woman.” She raised her eyebrows at him, refusing to give anything away this time. Working on that poker face. Jake headed to the bathroom. She heard drawers opening and closing and then “Ha!”

  Jake returned to the bedroom with her purple rabbit vibrator. He wiggled his eyebrows at Lane. “Found it.” He set it on the bed and then pulled off his shirt and sat next to her.

  “Not gonna lie, Red. The thought of you putting this purple cock in your sweet pussy until come runs down your thighs in the shower,” Jake paused and exhaled. “So fucking hot.” He practically growled at her.

  “Jesus, Jake,” she whispered.

  Jake didn’t make a sound. Instead, he grabbed his phone on the night stand, clicked a few buttons, swiped a few screens, and then docked his phone on Lane’s Bose alarm clock sound system.

  “Come here.” He pulled her into his lap and brought her mouth to his. The music began. Holy shit. “Sail” by Awolnation slowly, rhythmically pounded out of the speaker. Sexy. Ass. Song. He continued kissin
g her. It was needy, achy. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her tighter to him while keeping their mouths connected.

  Jake pulled back, pulled her top off up over her head, released the clasp of her bra and then flipped her onto the bed. He slid her tight black yoga pants down her body, leaving her black lace thong in place.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered softly. He leaned down and kissed her stomach softly. All of Lane’s insecurities left her when Jake was near. He always seemed to want her.

  Lane ran her fingers through his hair. He groaned his satisfaction as he kissed up and down her torso. Jake moved his right hand between her legs, cupping her mound. He placed his thumb on her swollen clit through her underwear. Lane was soaked.

  “So wet already, baby.” Jake rubbed her clit while he slipped two fingers into her damp panties and spread her lips wide, entering her heat. He plunged two fingers in and out of her wetness. Lane’s body reacted instinctively and pulled his fingers in deeper. She closed her eyes as her body released. Waves of pleasure moved from her core to her fingertips. Her knees shook.

  The music just added to the sexy vibe. “Oh. Jake,” she breathed out. He moved his fingers from inside her and wrapped them around the edge of her panties, pulling them down her legs. He lifted her feet, one after the other, and removed her panties, tucking them in his back pocket.

  “What are you doing with those?” She’d never had a man pocket her panties before.

  “You'll see. Lane, you still want what I’m about to do to you?”

  She didn’t know what he was about to do to her, but her whole body was humming. Now more than ever. “Yes. I want it.”

  Without any warning, Jake surprised Lane by grabbing her legs and flipping her over onto her stomach. Lane gasped. Smack! Jake spanked her ass.

  “Do not make a sound unless I tell you to,” he demanded, authoritatively.

  Whoa. It was still odd to Lane that every instinct in her body said to obey Jake in the bedroom. Fuck, it’s hot though.

  Jake grabbed her panties from his back pocket and brought her hands together behind her back, twisting the thong around her wrists twice like a rubber band to keep them in place.

  “I need to ask you something. You have permission to answer.” As he finished his sentence he grabbed her hips and hiked them in the air, exposing her ass to him, and pushed her head down into the pillow. He wet his fingers in her pussy and moved her wetness upward to her tight hole, “Has anyone ever had you here?” He swirled his fingers around her anus.

  Lane tensed up, “No, I mean-.” Jake shushed her.

  “I'm going to fuck your ass tonight.” He swirled his fingers around it again and then pushed one finger in through her tight entrance.

  Lane tensed up. If felt so naughty to her. Dirty. But she was seriously getting off on this. Who knew this was your thing, Lane? I guess Jake did.

  Jake added another finger and moved them in a scissor motion to stretch and prepare her entrance. Lane took in a deep breath at the bite of pain. But she didn’t make a sound.

  When Jake decided she was ready, he rubbed her back softly then stood to remove his jeans. Once he was fully nude, he knelt back on the bed and moved between her thighs. He placed the tip of his cock on her wet entrance and plunged in. “Oh, yeah. I don’t have any lube, baby, so I’m gonna use your natural lube. Get those wet pussy juices all over my cock so that I can glide in and out of your other tight hole.” Her vaginal walls clenched. Smack! “Do not come yet,” he ordered.

  Holy shit. How was she going to stop? So close. She whimpered.

  Smack! “Quiet, Lane.”

  Fuck.

  The music crescendoed.

  Jake pulled out without warning. “God, I love your pussy, baby. You feel so good. But I can’t wait to show you this.” He moved his cock, dragging her wetness back to her ass. He slowly fed himself inside of her, pushing past the tight ring. Lane let out a soft hiss. “I’ll let that one slide, honey. You need to relax or it’s going to hurt. Promise, baby. Just relax. Let me have all of you.” He paused when he was all the way in, letting Lane adjust to his size. He felt her relax. Perfect. Jake kissed her back, reassuring her. “Gotta fuck you now, honey. Bite the pillow if you have to.”

  Lane nodded. He pulled out slowly, but not all the way and then slowly pushed back in. Lane found herself getting pleasure from the sensation in her backside. He held onto her wrists with his left hand as he moved inside of her and reached for the vibrator. He flipped it on and Lane tensed up.

  “Don't worry baby, I got you. Relax. Time to fill you up.” He reached around and placed the vibrator onto her clit. Lane bucked and Jake held on. She couldn't believe how many sensations she was experiencing all at once. Her body was tingling everywhere. As he continued to move inside of her, pushed the vibrator harder against her, building up her orgasm, the slightest movement preparing her for detonation.

  Jake slipped the vibrator inside of her vagina as he pulled out and pressed it to her G-spot.

  Holy fucking shit. She felt so full. So. Full. She bit the pillow to keep from moaning out loud.

  He started an alternating rhythm and Lane could feel his cock swelling inside of her.

  “Feels so good, Red. God. The vibrations are killing me. Not gonna last, baby. Let go for me while I’m coming in your ass.” His words gave her the push she needed. Lane’s body electrified and every muscle in her body clenched. She throbbed and felt his release deep inside of her. Jake grunted his pleasure out as he held tightly onto her hips.

  Lane felt overwhelmed with all of the sensations she'd just experienced. Jake had given her everything she'd asked for. And, surprisingly to her, it was just what she needed.

  He kissed her between her shoulder blades again as he untied her hands and pulled out of her slowly. “Incredible. You are my dream woman, Red.”

  She rolled over to face him and thread her arms around his neck, “You're not so bad yourself. Thank you. That was...awesome.” She stretched her neck long in order to kiss him.

  “You’re gonna be sore, baby. You’ll remember what I did to you for days, though I can’t say I’m upset about that. Let me run us a bath.”

  “Mmmm. That sounds epic.” Jake was such a dirty talker. Lane loved it.

  “Movie after?”

  “Sure, after we check some scores.”

  “Stop with the sports talk. It’s like porn to me. You're getting me hard again.”

  Lane laughed. “Down boy! Bath first.” They slid off the bed. Jake swatted her ass.

  “Hey! What's that for?” Lane shouted.

  “Forgot to spank your ass for ignoring my calls earlier today. Just remembered. Didn't want to miss the opportunity.”

  “Control freak.” Lane smirked.

  “You love it.” He swatted her again and she screeched as she ran to the bathroom.

  He was right. She did love it.

  ➰

  Jake and Lane snuggled on the couch under a blanket watching North Carolina State narrowly lose to Clemson in overtime. Cold, crisp, November weather. A classy, warm house. College football on a giant television. His woman curled into him, just as enthralled by the game as he was. Jake wasn’t sure what he did to make all of his dreams come true, but he was fucking happy. Ecstatic. I am falling in love with this woman, Jake suddenly realized. Keep that thought to yourself for a little while, buddy. A change of subject would be good.

  “So I didn’t get a chance to tell you this earlier, but I had a weird run in with Officer Dirk on my way over tonight,” Jake mentioned.

  Lane didn’t seem surprised and chimed right in. “I’m starting to worry about what’s going on at the city, Jake. Something does not smell right.”

  “I want you to be careful, Red. Dick somehow knew already that we’re an item and insinuated that you’re some kind of trouble maker.” Lane tensed.

  “I was kind of a trouble maker last week,” Lane shrugged. “I feel like everyone is colluding against me. We’re in d
iscovery right now and Carter and I have a pretty good working relationship, even though we’re pitted against each other ever day. But he told me he’s having trouble getting access to evidence and possible witnesses too. Judge Corcoran is denying all of my requests. It’s fucking insane. I lose this case? I’m appealing.” Carter was the county prosecutor. He was a good lawyer. Jake enjoyed working with him when he had to testify. But Lane could wipe the floor with him. And Jake had witnessed it.

  “Please be careful, honey. This whole thing is bugging me. My gut says the Mayor’s dirty. I’m gonna start poking around and see what I can figure out. Justin owes me one, so I’ll bring him in, too.”