Filthy Twin Cops: A Forbidden Romance

By S.E. Law

Bess is a bad girl. The curvy woman is in Sheridan, Wyoming to visit her best friend. But when Juniper gets sick, Bess decides to enjoy a night on the town, only to end up in the arms of two handsome cops with muscular bodies and filthy tastes.


Brandon and Ben are boys in blue who walk on the wild side. Yes, their job is to lock up scum from the streets, but when they encounter an especially sassy woman during a police sting, pure male instinct takes over. Soon, they’re engaged in the ultimate forbidden act with the curvy girl. But what happens when she ends up with their baby in her belly?


This book is a follow-up to Filthy Twin Cowboys and First Time Escort. All books may be read as standalones, although you will see some of your favorite characters re-appear in cameos! Put on your seatbelts because Brandon and Ben Cartwright have a special type of ticket for sassy girls who never learn. Special bonus: A double wedding at the end with lots of kids and lots of kisses! No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Law Romance Author
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021

Book preview

1

Bess

Istare at the dull walls of my hotel room, counting the faded yellow flowers splattered across the wallpaper. It’s a decent enough room, if in desperate need of renovation. The curtains are the color of mud and the carpet could use a thorough steam clean. Overhead, the speckled white ceiling reminds me of my third grade classroom, and I wonder briefly if the same company makes every ceiling in the state of Wyoming.

I eye a purple stain on one corner of the carpet as I listen intently to my best friend on the other end of the phone call. Her words are coming in one ear and going out the other because Juniper’s got some bad news. Unfortunately, I’ve never been one for the depressing things in life, and tend to zone out whenever there’s trouble on the horizon.

Sighing soundlessly, my fingers twist the old-fashioned phone cord and I plop on the mattress while running my hand up and down the pale pink bedspread. Even if the room is rather drab, at least the mattress seems okay; firm, yet also soft and cushiony. I’ve definitely stayed in worse places before.

Then, I turn my attention back to Juniper, trying to focus on the conversation we’re having.

Bess, I’m so sorry, she repeats apologetically for the tenth time this call.

No, it’s totally okay, I understand, I assure her once more.

I mean, at first I thought it was just a little cold, but when I took them to the doctor yesterday morning, they said it’s likely the flu going around! I just don’t know what to do.

No, it’s okay, I try to sound as reassuring as possible. I totally understand. Kids get sick. I shrug as if she can see the gesture through the phone. Remember when we had chicken pox at the same time when we were in second grade? I laugh lightly, hoping to ease my best friend’s stress. We would sit on each other’s hands so we didn’t scratch our faces.

At this memory, my bestie laughs gently. Oh we were miserable, she says softly, her voice finally sounding less frantic. My face will always thank you otherwise I’d probably have a million scars on my forehead!

See? It wasn’t so bad, I tell her warmly. In the meantime, I’m totally fine out here in Sheridan by myself. You just focus on getting the boys ready to hang out with their godmother this weekend. Pump them up on cough syrup and popsicles, a tried and true remedy.

Juniper chuckles mirthfully. If I weren’t pregnant, this would be the perfect time for a glass of wine.

I glance at the old analog clock above the desk. "Well, it’s five o’clock somewhere."

OMG, you’re such a bad influence, Bess Tyson, Juniper chides with a laugh, sounding better already. You know I’m having twin girls! I can’t get both my babies drunk while they’re still in utero.

You’re too good of a mom, I quip. No seriously, just guzzle some orange juice and seltzer water then. Get some rest yourself, girlfriend! Soon you’ll be a mom to four!

Juniper sighs deeply. Yeah, but don’t worry, I’ll make Shane and Stanton take care of Sammie and Stuart tonight. But for now, my men are hauling some fallen logs so we’re all a little swamped with the workload. I can hear the fatigue in Juniper’s usually chipper voice, and I wish I could give her a hug.

You’ve got this, lady, I comfort her once more. Text me tomorrow and let me know how everyone is doing, and we’ll make plans from there. See, no fuss no muss!

But Juniper still feels bad about canceling our plans together.

I’m sorry that you came all the way out here only to be stuck in a hotel. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. But I think Sheridan is a nice enough town, if a little slow, she ventures.

I cluck.

I’m not worried about entertaining myself at all. I mean, yeah, it’s a small town, but every small town has its fun.

There’s a pregnant pause.

"Well don’t have too much fun without me, Juniper says in a teasing tone. I know what you can get up to, Bessie. Remember, if you’re drunk, the clothes stay on, okay?"

Okay, okay, I chuckle. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Say hi to Sammie and Stuart for me! Oh, and Stanton and Shane too.

My friend laughs.

Sounds good, girlfriend. Bye.

After we both hang up, I laugh a little. My, how life has changed. Juniper and I used to get up to no good all the time in our hometown, Lake Puckett. But instead of finishing her senior year at Lake Puckett High, her parents sent her here, to Sheridan, to some godawful reform school called the Lazy R for behavior adjustment. We were bad girls, but not that bad.

Anyways, Juniper made the most of it. Actually, my friend turned everything on its head. Instead of becoming a docile pushover, my friend fell in love with the two cowboys who run the Lazy R, and now she’s engaged to Shane and Stanton, and they have twin boys too. Sammie and Stuart are the cutest things, and of course, I’m their special godmother.

That’s why I’m here in Sheridan now. I was supposed to visit the entire family over at the ranch, but it seems the boys have come down with a bug. I’m sure it’s nothing serious because kids catch all sorts of things. But Juniper’s worried, and with my friend pregnant again, I don’t want to stress her out. I’ll just entertain myself for a few days until the boys feel better. Then, we’ll have a great time raising the roof together.

But what to do in the meantime? I continue to sit on the bed and fidget with the threadbare blanket. I glance out the room’s sole window to see stunning mountains in the distance beyond. Maybe I could go hiking? But then my stomach growls loudly.

Guess I should grab some dinner, is my rueful remark to no one in particular. I’ll be good company for myself.

After all, I meant every word I had said on the phone to Juniper, but I can’t help but feel disappointed that I’m stuck in Sheridan instead of camped out at the ranch with my friend. It would be so fun to hang with the twins and gossip with my bestie, but now, it might be days before that visit happens.

Don’t be such a Debby Downer, I berate myself with a sigh. Juniper can’t help that her kids are sick, and I’ve been on my own plenty of times before.

With that brief pep talk, I jump to my feet and shove my phone in my pocket. I toss my handful of belongings into an empty drawer and tuck my suitcase into a corner of the room. Grabbing my toiletry kit, I head into the bathroom to take stock of my appearance before hitting the town.

The harsh fluorescent bulbs crackle overhead, and my eyes squint at the brightness.

No one looks good under this kind of light, I reassure myself as I note the dark circles around my eyes and how prominent my freckles look against my pale face. I dab some lotion onto my cheeks and rub it in, bringing a little more brightness to my skin as I do so.

Critically, I look at myself. I’m an attractive-enough woman, and enough people have told me as much. My long, curly brown hair hangs down my back, and I have a dainty nose that comes to a cute point. My almond shaped eyes are the deep brown color of Wyoming earth after a heavy rain. My naturally pink lips are usually turned up in a smile, and I’ve grown to love my full, womanly figure. At twenty years old, there’s definitely some va-va-voom to my shape, which I appreciate.

Pleased with the effects of the moisturizer, I swipe on a few coats of mascara and hydrate my lips with a neutral colored gloss. Then, I take a step back to admire my handiwork, and despite the starkness of the overhead lights, what I see pleases me. Instead of the somewhat pale, drab image from before, I look more vibrant, like a dewy, sun-kissed flower.

Good enough for a night out in a place like Sheridan, I decide out loud.

Then, I change hurriedly, suddenly starving and ready to escape my boring hotel room if only for a couple of hours. I don a short, bright red skirt and fitted red and white tank top, glad for the late summer heat that seems to last through the night around here. Then comes the million dollar question: high heels or mid-size heels? Deciding in favor of being a bit bold, I slip into a pair of sky-high stilettos that make my legs look long and lean. Perfect.

Smiling saucily, I grab my purse and room key and head off in the direction of downtown. It’s not far because my hotel is situated conveniently near the main attractions, but I take my time nonetheless. Sheridan isn’t a bad spot, after all. It’s actually a college town hosting the University of Wyoming, so that says something. Some of the shops and stores are clearly designed for students, but many more of them appear to sell nice clothes, home-goods, and even dog toys. I pass a boot store and am tempted by a pair of turquoise blue cowgirl boots displayed in the window. Wow, those are totally my style, but then, my head shakes sorrowfully. I can hardly afford to take this vacation, much less buy expensive shoes.

I stroll further along the main walkway, noting a coffee shop where I could grab breakfast tomorrow, as well as a cool looking dive bar already blaring some sort of country honky-tonk through its open door. My stomach growls again, however, reminding me that the current mission is dinner. I scan the buildings and notice a cozy looking spot called ‘Sherry’s Diner’ and cross the street to check out the menu. It’s a greasy spoon to be sure, but the list of entrees looks delicious – all fried and fatty and just the kind of comfort meal I’m looking for.

And within my price range too.

I pull open the door and a bell gives off a musical tinkle, announcing my presence to owner and dinner