Gridlocked (Bounty County Series Book 3)

by Maren Lee

  Molly nodded her head. “It was.”

  He leaned down and took her lips for one more kiss. “Fucking love seeing my come on you. Gonna memorize this moment for my box.”

  “Mmmmmm. Me too. Bye, Wess.”

  “Bye, babe.” Wesson turned and walked out of her room before she could convince him to spend the entire day in her bed ravaging her body. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard.

  Chapter 10

  “Feel like pizza for dinner, Ma?” Wesson asked. He’d spent the day with her and could tell she was feeling nervous. Wesson had gotten word from Smitty that his dad had, indeed, been released. He didn’t know yet who his dad’s parole officer was, but he was sure as hell going to find out next week.

  “Can’t say I’ve had much of an appetite all day, but I’ll try to eat some pizza,” his mom responded. “Things going good with Molly?”

  “Yeah, things are great. I think we could maybe have something good. Fingers crossed on wood. I’m trying not to screw it up.”

  “If she can’t see you’re quite a catch, she’s blind as a cactus, Wesson! I’ll call her up and have words with her.”

  Wesson shook his head at his overly protective mother. Even though he was thirty-two years old, she was still his biggest cheerleader.

  “No need to do that, Ma. I think it’s gonna work out. If it doesn’t, I’ll give you her number.” He winked at her and then headed to the kitchen to pop a frozen pizza in the oven.

  Fuck. What was he going to do? He couldn’t stay here all week with his mom. He had to work. He had Molly now. She’d called him earlier to check in. “Just wanted to hear your voice,” she’d said. God damn, he was seriously falling for her already and he couldn’t even deny it. She would understand if he stayed the whole week, but that certainly didn’t help with his upcoming 12 hour shifts. He was going to have to talk to Brenden to get some drive-bys scheduled. At least he was done with the security system upgrade. It would alert him and flip on the camera if anyone came within ten feet of the front door. Yeah, he’d likely get alerts for the mailman once a day, but it was better to be safe than sorry. For fuck’s sake, the last time his dad was in this house, he broke her spine and paralyzed his mom from the waist down. He could deal with a few push alerts.

  A loud banging at the front door roused him from his thoughts.

  “Rachel! Rachel!”

  Fuck. It was his dad.

  “Ma, do not go anywhere near that door! You stay where you are.” He ordered as he stomped toward the front door.

  “Don’t gotta tell me twice, Wess. Please take out the trash for me.”

  Wesson swung open the front door. His dad. In the flesh. After five years in prison. He looked a little older. More overweight than he remembered. But someone had located him a decent set of clothes and it looked like he’d recently had a shave and a haircut. He remembered his dad being greasy and unkempt, pretty much all the time. He looked clean today.

  “I do believe you’re in violation of your parole, old man.”

  “Wesson.”

  “You are not getting in here. You are never getting in here again. You will never see mom again as long as I’m on this earth. Got it?”

  “I just- I just want to apologize, son.”

  Wesson was about to lose his cool. He always tried to keep an even temper, after growing up with a man who never tried to keep his in check.

  “Please, son.”

  “Don’t give a shit what you want. Don’t call me son. You lost the right to apologize when you BROKE HER FUCKING BACK AND PUT HER IN A WHEELCHAIR FOR THE REST OF HER FUCKING LIFE, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

  Well, there went your temper.

  “I see I’m not going to get anywhere while you’re here.”

  “Your parole officer is getting an earful. You do not get to come back. Whether I’m here or not. You should probably consider leaving town, old man.”

  “Not gonna leave, Wess. I spent my whole life here in Imminence. I know people here. I need to work.”

  “Nobody’s gonna hire you, Randy. They all know what you did to Mom. This whole town thinks you’re a piece of shit.”

  “Oh really? Well I already got a job down at Rick’s Autobody.”

  Wesson mentally crossed Rick’s off of his list of local businesses to frequent. Good thing there were a couple other autobody shops in town.

  “Guess I can’t run you out of town. But if I see you round here again, I will drop you, motherfucker.”

  “I see you still have your mother’s stubborn streak. Please just tell Rachel that I’m sorry and I won’t bug her again.” His dad gave him a sad smile and then turned and walked toward the street. Wesson didn’t see a car, so his dad must have walked from wherever they had him staying.

  Fucking. Asshole.

  Wesson slammed the door, locked the deadbolt, and enabled the security system.

  “This system is on at all times, Ma. All. Times.” Wesson was fuming. His voice was stern, but not too loud. He was trying to get his temper back under control and certainly didn’t want to take it out on his poor mother.

  “Sounds like he was just trying to apologize, Wesson. Don’t get so mad.”

  “No. No. You don’t get to apologize for him. Because this is what he does. He gets back in your good graces and then the second you do something to make him mad, he responds physically and promises he’s sorry and will never do it again, Ma,” he sighed.

  “I know, honey. I would never in a million years take him back after what he did to me. But you can’t carry that rage around inside of you. All that rage will damage a man. And you’re pretty damn close to perfect, so you need to just let it go.”

  “I don’t usually let it come out like that. I just- I couldn’t stop myself.” Wesson worried. It was, after all, the DNA from his father that made his rage flow. He needed to talk to Molly. She had a way of calming him.

  “It’ll all be okay, Wesson. I made peace with what happened. I don’t want to see your father again, but it makes me feel better that it sounds like his intentions in coming over were noble in nature and not filled with revenge.”

  Wesson shrugged. “I guess. I’m still staying with you this week. And I’ll schedule the crew to do some drive bys when I’m on shift this week.”

  “With this fancy security system I don’t think I need you to stay with me, but a little extra TLC from those sexy Bounty County boys won’t be turned away. You tell them if they need something cool to drink, they can come right on in.”

  Jesus Christ, mother.

  Wesson laughed. “Please don’t flirt with my coworkers, Ma.”

  “They like it.”

  “I know they do. I hear about it all the time.”

  “They’re hot, Wesson. I can’t help it. I’m paralyzed, not dead.”

  “Ughhhhhh,” Wesson groaned. The oven timer dinged. “You ready for pizza?”

  “Yep. Suddenly my appetite is back!” Rachel grinned.

  “I need a beer.”

  ➰

  Wesson crawled into the twin bed from his childhood and sighed. What had started as the best morning of his life had turned out to be a pretty shit day. He needed Molly.

  WC: You still up?

  His phone rang almost immediately.

  Molly.

  “Hey,” he almost whispered.

  “Hey. How’d it go?”

  “Fucking awful. My dad showed up. Haven’t been told who his parole officer is yet, so gonna have to figure out who to call tomorrow. Called Brenden. He’s gonna get my mom’s house on rotation, just to be safe. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to stay here for the next few nights. Probably through next week. So that puts off date number two.”

  “Number three.”

  Wesson laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

  “Don’t worry about me. You just worry about your mom, and when you can break away for date number three, I’ll be here.”

  �
�Thanks, Molly. I freaked out on my dad tonight. Made me worry. What if all this rage I’ve pushed down inside me snaps someday? I don’t want to end up like him. I never want to hurt you.”

  “Wesson Campbell, if you think you’re even remotely capable of hurting me, you aren’t as smart as I think you are.”

  Wesson laughed. “If you think I’m smart, you’re the craziest psychiatrist I’ve ever met.”

  “Stop it. You are smart. And nice. And sweet. And loving. And the best son your mother could have asked for. You were just standing up for her. You wouldn’t hurt a fly on purpose, Wesson.”

  “He said he just wanted to apologize.”

  “Maybe he did. But you’re not crazy to have freaked out on him. It’s very possible he wanted to see how protected she was and when he saw you were there, he put on the apologetic act. Listen, I wasn’t going to tell you this until I needed to. But I asked the warden why I didn’t do a psych eval on him before he was granted parole. Sounds like he had Adler wrapped around his little finger. By-the-book behavior. Bible study every week. Working in the library. And Adler’s personal snitch. I went through my system - I’ve never examined him, Wess. That’s not entirely out of the ordinary if there is no mental health issues, but not doing an eval before granting parole is against MDOC protocol.”

  Interesting. Could be nothing. Could be something.

  “Odd. Imma ask some questions at work tomorrow.”

  “Make sure it doesn’t get back to the Warden. I don’t want to lose my contract.”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be discrete.”

  “You’re a good man, Wess. Do you feel like talking through anything else?”

  “I feel like talking about what you’re wearing right now.”

  He could feel Molly blush through the phone.

  “Just wearing my cat jammies.”

  Wesson groaned, quietly. “I love your cat jammies. You’re all tits and legs in those things. I will never, ever need you to wear expensive lingerie.”

  Molly giggled. “They are my favorite, but they are not sexy, Wesson.”

  “I beg to differentiate, yet again.”

  There was a slight pause. “What are you wearing?” Molly asked.

  “Just my drawers.”

  “Boxer briefs?”

  “You took notes?”

  “I am a psychiatrist. I always take notes,” he could hear a smile in her voice.

  “Yes, I’m just in my boxer briefs. Gray ones. Scandalous.”

  “Yummy. Wesson?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  Wesson inhaled. Shit. “I want to make love to you, slow and sweet.”

  “No.”

  Huh? “No?”

  “No. Tell me what you want to do to me when you’re done treating me like I’m made of glass.”

  Fuckkkkkkk.

  “Jesus, Molls. Fucking delighted to hear that phone sex is on the menu with you tonight. Take off your shorts and underwear.”

  “Take out your cock.”

  “You bossy little minx. I’m way ahead of you.”

  Molly laughed.

  “Don’t laugh. Touch your pussy.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Oh, we’ll explore that later.

  “After I make love to you sweet and slow and you’re used to taking my cock, Molly, I’m gonna bend you over the end of your bed and fuck you from behind. I’m gonna line my cock up with that sweet pussy of yours and take you hard.” Wesson spit in his hand and fisted his cock. “I’m gonna grab one of your titties in one hand and grab your hair in in the other and pull you back on my cock while I’m ramming it inside of you.”

  “Mmmmmm,” Molly voiced her pleasure at this idea.

  “Then I’ll flip you on your back and pull your ass to the end of the bed, put your ankles on my shoulders. My cock will hit you so deep in this position, Molly. God, I can’t wait to show you.”

  “Mmmmm, I can’t wait either. I’m so close, Wess.”

  “Yeah? That pussy is so tight. Can’t wait to shove my big dick in it until you come. Slow, soft, fast, hard. I wanna fuck you every way I can think of, Molly. Can’t wait to watch your tits bounce as I’m fucking you. God damn, your tits are a fuckin’ work of art, Molly,” Wesson grunted as he continued to stroke himself. “Gonna fuck those tits. Gonna lube ‘em up with coconut oil and go to town. Teach you just what I like.”

  “Yes, oh god. Yes! I’m coming, Wesson.”

  “Thank fuck,” he grunted out as he came all over his hand. Jesus. This woman blew his mind.

  Heavy breathing and silence followed.

  Molly was the first to talk. “Wesson?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Our next date is date three and if you don’t fuck me then, I’m going to be super pissed.”

  Wesson laughed. He wasn’t going to fight it this hard. “You win.”

  “What?”

  “You win.”

  “Oh my god! Seriously?”

  “Yeah, you better be ready, baby. You’re mine now.”

  So, so mine.

  “I can’t wait. But don’t worry, I will wait. You take care of your mom this week. Let me know when you’re ready.”

  “I was born ready for you. But I’ll keep you posted.”

  They said their goodbyes, Wesson cleaned himself up, and settled in for a restless sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Smitty whistled, “Looks like today is my lucky day. Can’t wait to tell Brenden I bested Wesson in sharp shooting.”

  “Fuck off, man. I’m fucking distracted.” Wesson was frustrated. He couldn’t keep his breath steady. He couldn’t keep his eye on the target. He couldn’t get his mind clear. He’d been worrying about his mom all week. Thankfully, his dad hadn’t come by the house again and his father’s P.O., Rocky, had assured Wesson that he’d have a word with him about his restrictions. Still, it worried him.

  But he couldn’t stay with his mom forever. He needed to get back to his place and get Kobe Michael back on a schedule. And it was time for him and Molly. He’d seen her twice this week, but hadn’t gotten nearly enough time with her. And despite two more hot and heavy phone sex sessions, he had blue balls like a motherfucker.

  Wesson sighed.

  “Not a good time to be distracted, Wesson,” Smitty admonished. Understatement of the century.

  “I know. Shit’s getting nuts out there.”

  “You know Crystal Jones?”

  “Bangin’ the dirty mayor, Crystal? No. But I know her name.”

  “Responded to a 911 at her apartment last night. Overdose.”

  “Shit. She make it?”

  “Paramedics administered Narcan, but man, her skin was gray. They ended up life flighting her to Billings. Haven't followed up yet.”

  “Fuck, man.”

  “Yeah, that was the first one I’ve dealt with in Imminence. Always coming across a bunch of 10-50s at Banner Creek, but it’s never come this far in. It’s spreading.”

  “Fucking Meth Creek. ”

  “Yeah, this wasn’t meth. It was heroin.”

  “Fuck. Ruiz.”

  “Yep. Found a baggy, though. Running prints right now.”

  Ryan entered the range behind them. “Smith and Wesson. At the gun range. What are the odds?”

  Wesson laughed. “Like we haven’t heard that before, old man.”

  “Maybe you toddlers should watch me this afternoon. You just might learn a thing or two.”

  Wesson scoffed. “Please. This is what I do, Jerry.”

  “Jerry?”

  Smitty snorted out a laugh. “Geriatric. Good one, Wess.” They fist bumped. Ryan couldn’t help but laugh along.

  “You guys are fucking dumb, but I’ll let that one slide because it was slightly funny,” he grinned.

  Wesson liked Ryan. His shifts were more fun with this wise-ass along for the ride. The job
was stressful enough. It was better to spend it with guys you’d be friends with in real life. Wesson felt lucky to be a part of Bounty County.