Changing Lanes (Bounty County Series Book 2)

by Maren Lee

  “As you all are our closest friends, we have something to announce.” Jake cleared his throat. “Lane and I, we’re engaged.” Everyone began hooting and hollering before he could finish, “And!” he shouted over them. The room quieted again. “We’re expecting a baby in July.” If it had been summer, Jake would have been able to hear the crickets chirping outside. It was completely silent for a brief moment before the female screeches of excitement and the male whooping began. Phew!

  Everyone congratulated Jake and Lane. The room was filled with hugs, smiles, squeals, and laughs. But not from Wesson. He stormed off shortly after the announcement of the baby. Jake went to find him, but Lane pulled on his arm lightly.

  “Let me go talk to him. We’ve got to hash this out at some point.” Lane kissed Jake on the cheek and left the room to find him.

  Now was as good a time as any to gather Brenden, Justin, and Ryan to talk about Mayor Jennings. Jake nodded to Ryan and Justin, directing them to the garage.

  He walked up to Brenden, “Got a minute, boss? Something we wanna run past you.”

  Brenden nodded, “Sure. Be right back, babe.” He kissed Sierra on the cheek.

  No turning back now.

  ➰

  Lane knocked on his door lightly, “Wesson?”

  “He’s not in here,” a male voice responded. Wesson. Lane smirked.

  Lane turned the handle and opened his door. Wesson was sitting in his recliner in the corner of the room.

  “Did you not hear what I said?” he snapped.

  “You said ‘he’s not in here.’ I heard you, so I opened the door. Maybe if you would have said, ‘I don’t want to talk to you,’ I wouldn’t have come in. Just a suggestion.” Lane leaned against his door jamb.

  “Well, what you just said? Pretend I said that. Adios.” Wesson grabbed his beer off the end table next to him and gestured for her to get out.

  Lane folded her arms, “Can we just hash this out? This whole, ‘I hate my friend’s girlfriend’ gig is getting old. Don’t you think?”

  “I don’t hate you. I just don’t like you.” Wesson took a swig of his beer.

  “Can I ask why you don’t like me?” Lane waited for his response.

  “Honestly, besides the fact that you are a raging bitch in the courtroom, I don’t really know.” he swallowed again.

  Lane smirked, “I’ll agree that I am really good at my job. So is there-”

  “That’s not what I said.” Wesson cut her off.

  “No shit that’s not what you said, Wesson. I was trying to put a positive spin on it. I know I can be an aggressive go getter, but you can be a real fucking prick too. Especially when you’re doing your job. I wasn’t going to go there but if we’re going to name call-” Lane put her hands up and gestured to him, she was always ready for a verbal confrontation.

  “I don’t want to name call. That’s not cool. Jake would beat my ass.”

  “I can fight my own battles, Wesson. I don’t go crying to Jake when someone calls me a bad name,” she rolled her eyes. “So is there any way we can get along personally and keep our professional lives out of it?”

  He paused as if he was deep in thought, “I guess when it comes to work there’s nothing that can really change there unless you agree to be nicer to me. But personally? I don’t think we have anything in common.”

  There was a ray of hope, maybe she could find some common ground, “I can do my best not to be so...aggressive at work with you. But I think if we just sat down and talked for a few minutes we could find something we have in common.”

  “Well, I need a new beer anyway,” He stood up and walked to the door and gestured to Lane, Lawyers - I mean ladies - first.”

  Lane smiled at him. She grabbed a water bottle and sat at the far end of the crowded table across from Wesson. “So common ground, let’s find some, Wesson. Do you like-”

  He interrupted her mid sentence.

  “What is your favorite form of exercise?” He looked at her seriously.

  Exercise? Ha. Drinking wine. “Probably going for a run.” She looked at him waiting for his response. But he didn’t have one. He just kept the questions coming.

  “What is your least favorite mode of transportation?”

  “Walking.” At least she was being honest.

  He looked confused but continued with his questioning. “What’s your least favorite sound?”

  “Rush Limbaugh’s voice.” She shuddered.

  He smiled at her. “Do you like cats?”

  Cats? Really? “Sure. Cats are okay.”

  “Me too. Do you like sports?” He looked hopeful.

  “Yes. Most of them.” Lane was biting her cheeks to keep from laughing.

  “The best part of waking up is?” He tilted his head waiting for her response.

  What the fuck? Don’t laugh at him Lane, “Folgers in your cup…?”

  Wesson laughed to himself, “Yeah.”

  Okay that was enough of this questioning, “So can we be-”

  “One more question” He interrupted, “Which one of us do you want to move out of here in order to make room for the baby?”

  Lane had to have looked shocked at how ridiculous the question was. Sierra interrupted them.

  “Wesson, shut up. They’re not going to live here with you dip shits.”

  “How do you know? Jake might want to stay. You don’t know…” He glared at Sierra.

  “Oh, I do know. Nobody in their right mind would want to live here with a baby. Don’t be an idiot. We’ve all been sitting here listening to you ask her pointless questions. Give it up already, Lane is fucking awesome. Get on board.” Sierra punched Wesson in the shoulder.

  “I am on board! God dammit, Sierra. My questions weren’t stupid. I learned some important stuff.”

  “Please, do share the important information you learned.” Sierra rested her chin in her hands, fingers curled up her cheeks.

  “I learned that Lane likes cats!” Wesson shouted.

  “Riveting!” Sierra responded sarcastically. Everyone around the table laughed.

  “What’s riveting?” Jake asked as he came into the kitchen.

  “Lane likes cats!” Sierra shouted.

  Jake looked to Lane, completely confused. “Seriously?”

  Lane shook her head and laughed, “What can I say? I like cats.”

  “See! I told you.” Wesson yelled.

  “I like cats, too,” Molly chimed in. Wesson lit up and grinned at her.

  “You guys are fucking weird,” Jake moved to the head of the table right between Lane and Wesson, “Who’s ready for some cards?”

  Everyone sat down around the table, Jake shuffled the cards while everyone got settled. Lane grabbed beers for everyone and a water for her and Chloe. She winked at her friend across the table. They would talk later tonight and catch up.

  Lane felt good about where things left off with Wesson. She could build on that.

  Life was changing quickly, and, to her surprise, the idea of change didn’t scare her anymore. Things couldn’t get any more complicated than they already were and she couldn’t be happier.

  ➰

  The party was waning. Sierra and Brenden, and Justin and Chloe, had all already gone home for the night. Jake’s roommates, however, seemed to have other plans.

  “Who’s up for hittin’ the Cadillac with me, tonight?” Rook asked. Ahhh, youth. Jake shook his head. It was already almost midnight.

  “Me!” shouted Katie.

  “Uh, no fuckin’ way, Katie-did.”

  “Good God, Jake. I’m twenty-two.”

  “I’m responsible for you. Dad would have my hide!”

  “I’m responsible for myself. I’m going. Count me in, Cole,” she stated defiantly.

  “I’ll go too,” Dillon jumped in. Fuck. Dillon and Cole would be all over his sister.

  Cole looked slightly afraid to agree with anyone after seeing the look on Jake’s face. “Uhhhh…” he looked around the room for hel
p.

  Smitty chimed in. “I’ll go with.”

  “The fuck you will not, Smitty,” Jake said firmly.

  Smitty gave him a look that said, “would you rather her go alone with Rook and Dillon?” He has a point.

  “Ryan!” Jake shouted. “Go with these yahoos to the Cadillac and make sure they don’t try to fuck my little sister.”

  “Jake!” Katie and Lane both shouted at him. Lane accompanied her admonishment with a light slap to the bicep. “Katie is old enough to make her own decisions.”

  “I got nothin’ better to do tonight anyway,” Ryan shrugged. They all grabbed their coats and walked out the door.

  “I’m serious, you guys! Don’t touch her!” Jake yelled at them as they shut the door behind them.

  Lane looked around the room and flopped down on the couch. Wesson and Molly were the only ones left and sitting as far apart from one another on the couch as humanly possible.

  “We’re a bunch of party animals, huh?” Lane joked.

  Molly yawned, “It was a long week. I think I'm ready for bed.”

  Wesson looked over at her, “Yeah... it's like... me too.” He looked away from Molly and turned bright red.

  Ooohhhh someone is nervous around Molly! She’s gorgeous and smart. Makes sense. Jake smiled and shook his head at Wesson.

  “Are you okay to drive?” Lane asked.

  “No, I'll get an Uber.” Molly grabbed her phone from her pocket.

  “I would ride you… I mean, I would love to ride you. Fuck!” Wesson inhaled and let out a deep breath, “I'll give you a ride, is what I was trying to say,” he ran his hands through his shaggy light brown hair.

  Molly blushed, and smiled back at him, “I’d love a ride...thank you.”

  Wesson got up and ran to the hall closet to get his coat.

  Lane turned to Jake and whispered, “She gets him all flustered. It's so cute!”

  Jake whispered back, “You get me all turned on, baby. And the things I wanna do to you ain't cute. But damn...they'd feel so, so good.” He kissed her neck softly then nibbled her earlobe.

  Lane’s eyes turned molten with heat and whispered, “I need it.”

  Wesson sprinted back out to the living room, “Found my keys.” Shit, Lane had practically forgotten there were people still in the room.

  Molly got up from the couch and stood next to Wesson, “See you two love birds later!”

  As soon as the front door shut, Lane was on him. She straddled his lap and locked her mouth to his. She kissed him hard, needy. Like she hadn't been touched for an eternity. She grinded her hips into his groin. Lane seemed addicted to his touch. Jake was more than happy to meet all of her demands.

  Jake slid his hands around her waist and up her back, grabbing a handful of her soft red hair. He tugged and pulled their mouths apart as Lane let out a soft moan of pleasure.

  “Bedroom, now. Who knows when Wess will walk in.” Jake moved his hands to her ass and braced her body against his as he stood and walked them to his bedroom.

  He set Lane down on the end of the bed, “Strip down, love. Keep those leopard heels on. When you're done turn around and face the headboard and kneel with your hands behind your back.”

  Lane didn't argue. She did exactly as she was told. Good girl.

  Jake walked to his chest of drawers and opened the top. He grabbed one of his spare sets of handcuffs and his royal blue tie he usually wore for court. He closed the drawer and turned back to face Lane who was seated perfectly, her hands resting at the small of her back. Her long red hair draped over her creamy white shoulders, her beautiful round ass rested on her sexy high heels. Fuck. She really was perfect.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, unbuttoned his jeans and let his cock free from its cage. He grabbed the handcuffs and tie and moved in behind Lane. He ran his fingers down her arm and circled her wrist, goosebumps broke out over her flesh.

  Jake snapped the cuffs on her wrist, one after the other. With a clink of the metal he immobilized her arms. Lane spread her fingers and rested her palms on the heel of her shoes.

  Jake grabbed the blue tie and moved around to the side of the bed so he was facing her. He looked into Lane’s green eyes. She looked wild. So ready to be fucked. His cock ached at the thought of feeling her wetness all around his dick. It was so good. Every time. Lane squirmed with anticipation.

  “Remember how much you liked my hand over your mouth, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Always.”

  He moved back behind her and took the ends of the tie in either hand, bringing it up over her head and down to her mouth. “Open up.”

  “Okay,” she choked out. He could tell she was nervous.

  “You know I won't hurt you, Red.” Jake kissed her cheek as he finished tying the knot on the back of her head.

  Lane nodded. He slowly pushed her down so that her chest was parallel to the bed while her hot, round ass was in the air. Her pussy peeked out from in between her legs, her feet were still crossed at the ankles in the sexy heels. Isn’t that a pretty picture?

  Jake uncrossed her heels and spread her legs. He laid down on his back and slid his head between her legs, stopping just below her glistening sex. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pushed her up so her wetness rested on his lips. Jake slowly stuck his tongue out, parting her folds. He licked up and down, tasting every inch of her. Fuck. Tasting her made his balls hurt. He attached his mouth to her plump, sensitive clit. Sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves. Lane moaned as she rocked her hips above him grinding her sex to his mouth.

  Jake reached around and slapped her ass.

  “I gagged you for a reason, honey. Quiet.”

  She moaned again.

  Smack!

  That time, Lane was silent. He rewarded her by sucking hard on her clit, applying the perfect suction. He flicked his tongue twice and she gave him her release. Her warm wetness slowly dripped into his mouth and down his chin. He would never get tired of her taste. Lane threw her head back in pleasure as she rode out the orgasm.

  Jake moved his hands back to her behind and lifted her slowly off of him as he slid out from beneath her. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her body, in front of her knees. Jake moved back behind her and pressed her down slowly so her chest hit the pillow, her hands still cuffed behind her. Jake spread her knees and moved in behind her so the head of his cock was resting at her opening. Jake took his cock and swirled the tip around her tight opening.

  Lane mumbled through the fabric, “Please.”

  Smack!

  “Don’t say another word, Lane.” He felt her entrance pulse.

  He grabbed her hip with his left hand and a handful of hair with his right and then moved his hips and centered himself at her core. Lane pushed her hips back to meet him. Jake met her movement and thrust inside of her while yanking on her hair.

  Lane let out a lust filled moan.

  Smack!

  She clearly wasn’t into self control tonight. He’d have to rectify that. He stilled inside of her. “You’re being naughty tonight, baby. Disobeying me. What am I going to do about this?”

  He rubbed her cheeks. Preparing her for an onslaught. Smack! Smack! Smack! He spanked each cheek in rapid succession.

  It made his cock twitch inside her. He could feel the muscles in her vagina pulling at his cock.

  “Bite down on the tie.” He knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with how wet she felt and how turned on he was. He needed to get her there with him. Jake pulled out slowly and then slammed back inside. He continued this slow, relentless fucking and reached around and grabbed her clit, rubbing it hard and fast with his thumb. He felt her insides starting to flex against him. Thank God. She was close. Jake grabbed her tit with his other hand and flicked his thumb against her nipple. He pushed into her as deep as he could. She came undone at the same moment his balls drew up tight and re
leased deep inside of her.

  “Fuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk,” Jake growled out.

  He moved his cock out of her and pulled her back up slowly. Once she was leaned up against his chest he untied the knot on the gag and pulled the fabric from her mouth. He kissed her softly on the cheek.