Page 36 of Taken By the Bounty Hunter

“Jefferson,” she says weakly, reaching down and running her fingers over my head.

“Pretty pussy,” I murmur as I lick her clean. “Delicious.”

She moans, rocking her hips up. At the same time, she grips the back of my head and presses down.

“Mine,” she rasps.

I flatten my tongue and stroke her clit with it, working my wife into a frenzy.

And she’s mine. Mine to devour and destroy in the sweetest way possible. Mine to put back together. Mine to worship.

Georgie comes harder this time, her throaty scream echoing across the room, her sweet cream flowing down my chin.

Georgie wanted to come with me to the lobby, but I insisted she stay and get some rest. I’m not bragging, but we wore each other out last night.

As for me, I want to check out the pool and grab some snacks from the hotel lobby. After filling two shopping bags full of junk food, I wander outside to feel the sun on my face.

The L-shaped pool overlooks a cliff. The water is tempting now that summer in the mountains has fully taken hold. I wonder if the hotel has any swimwear we can buy.

I’m sitting in a lounge chair by the pool, eating a Twinkie and thinking about whether Georgie would like a one-piece or a two-piece, when the world comes crashing down.

“Hands up! Police!”

I shove my Twinkie in my mouth because I’ll be damned if I’m leaving it unfinished, but I drop the other one on the pool deck.

Slowly, I raise my hands and turn in the direction of the voice.

Motherfucking Deputy Mark is there, his gun cocked, pointing at me.

With a mouthful of Twinkie, I let him know my thoughts.

“Now, Lundy. Let’s not be rash and do anything to ruin this pretty face.”

Although I don’t resist, It takes three men to toss me into the back of the squad car.

Mark and some other dude I don’t know are headed down the mountain before it occurs to me that Mark may not be in his jurisdiction.

“Wait a minute. Where’d the third guy go?”

No one answers.

That’s weird.

Things are much, much worse than they were a minute ago.

And I left my phone in the hotel room with Georgie.

“Hey, guys,” I say from behind the wire that separates the back seat from the front. “I’m gonna have to ask you to turn around so I can drop my room key off at the front desk. Probably bad form to check out in such a rush from a swanky place like that. Know what I mean, fellas?”

The one not called Mark keeps facing forward, so I can’t see his face, but he answers me with a cold, blank voice. “We got the key from you. Stop stressing, big guy.”

They got the key from me while they were roughing me up.

Which means…

Which means I’m gonna have to fight my way out of this car to get to Georgie because this arrest is phony as hell.

It’s a setup, and I have to get out of it.

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