My Today

by HJ Bellus

  Willow trotted up to me. Evil plan hatched!

  “Hey Willow! Annie told me she really wished you were her coach instead of me. She likes you way better. Want to be the batting coach?”

  Just like that, my ass was on the sideline working my tan. This was the place for me because I loved watching Annie and cheering for only her. I also got to hold my little man Mac.

  Tripp was an amazing coach and had so much patience with the little critters. Tripp and Cree were outfield coaches, refereeing the herd, when eight kids went for the same ball. It was straight-up comedy.

  A little boy nailed Tripp in the nuts with his mitt when he was trying to get Tripp’s attention. I was completely amazed when he didn’t yell or get mad at the kid. He just started protecting his junk when one of the little creatures approached.

  When the game was finally over, Tripp led his team in a rally lap around the bases. I guess we won. Hell, they didn’t even keep score or keep track of outs. Tripp scooped Annie up in his arms on home plate and gave her a hug. The man was perfect father material, but that was the one thing I didn’t feel I deserved.

  I walked over to Tripp and Annie and gave them a big hug. I was really proud of Tripp for giving back to his community and being there for his niece. His was definitely happy on the ball field. Annie scrabbled out of Tripp’s arms and dashed over to her dad. I wrapped my arms around his waist and perched up on my tip toes to place a kiss on his lips.

  “Good game, Coach.”

  “Ah, there is my little weasel.”

  “Do you still love me?” I asked, sticking out my best pouty lip.

  My beautiful man took a second to think, and then replied with, “Buy me a cheeseburger and I will.”

  We all met up at the local burger joint. We had to push two tables together because Greyson and a friend of his, which happened to be a girl, joined up with all of us. We were one loud and rowdy bunch. At one point, Annie was standing on top of the table reenacting her homerun. I never ordered food when we went out to eat. Tripp knew that I would be eating off of his plate, so he would always order extra.

  This habit drove Willow nuts. She didn’t understand it. It was simple. Tripp was the first man in my life that took care of me and didn’t abuse or use me, so I let him take care of me in every possible way. The man owned me right down to the ink on my skin.

  Tripp was paying the bill when an older man approached him. I recognized him from the ballpark and could tell he was a coach. Tripp shook his hand and made his way over to our table.

  “You guys are looking at the new high school assistant baseball coach,” he announced to the table.

  We all cheered and applauded for him. He was so happy and was shining with pride. I couldn’t be happier, because now I went from the t-ball league to high school league as the coach’s hot wife.

  I jumped up into his arms, “Can we celebrate a little bit tonight?”

  “I might stroke your chicken just a bit tonight,” he taunted.

  We jumped into our Jeep and hauled ass home. Tripp made good on his promise and stroked my very eager and hungry chicken. It may be just enough to hold me over until the fourth.

  Chapter 16

  Fireworks

  Lacey

  I slowly went back to work. My new shop was amazing. It embodied the simple essence of my soul. Tripp designed new stations and mixed the color scheme of the salon up. It was now dark and sexy! He framed the original sketches of my tattoos and hung them around the salon. Everything was colored in a black and white damask pattern with red as the accent color. He also found some of my photos I took and had them framed.

  I loved having Tripp in the same building with me. He wasn’t in his office all the time, but enough to make me happy. He was currently working on a shopping center development a few towns over.

  Lacey: Gonna bring my man lunch

  Tripp: Naked?

  Lacey: Are you faltering?

  Tripp: I want you so bad…tired of being strong

  Lacey: 9 days Beast

  I made sub sandwiches for lunch, with lots of veggies. The veggies were from our garden. I told Tripp that I wanted a garden because it reminded me of my mom. It was one of my happy memories from childhood. My mom’s huge garden was her favorite hobby and one of the loves of her life. She always had me by her side as she worked the earth, planting seeds and pulling the weeds. We spent hours in the garden together. She would read me books in the summer evenings as we watched the soil suck up the water from the sprinklers.

  Tripp, being my Tripp, made sure I had a garden. So, he brought the tractor home one night and plowed up a huge portion of dirt behind our house. Tripp then planned and plotted out the lot. We went into the local hardware store to buy seeds and plants. We could barely fit in the Jeep after we crammed all of our purchase in the back seat and in my lap. There were so many choices, and we couldn’t agree, so we just bought lots of shit.

  Over the last month we had spent hours together in the garden talking, laughing and crying together. It was our little piece of heaven and our own personal counseling session at times. We both had our little personal favorite sections of the garden.

  I was growing sunflowers and carrots. It totally intrigued me that the freaking carrots just pop out of the ground. My patience would get the best of me sometimes when I would pull up a carrot that wasn’t quite ready. The tomatoes were mine too. Some nights when we were pulling weeds, I would sit and gorge on our sweet orange cherry tomatoes while Tripp did all the work. Little sores would pop up on the inside of my cheek and I knew it was time to stop.

  Tripp was convinced his corn would win a prize at the local county fair. He planted three different varieties of it. He dedicated all of his love and care to his corn. When the corn was in the early stages of life, he referred to it as his baby corns. He was hoping to grow the tallest corn in the county. It didn’t matter if he was coaching, driving tractor or building, he was competitive as hell.

  Fourth of July Weekend

  Lacey

  We had been on the road for an hour and heading to the mountains for a family camping trip over the Fourth of July weekend. I had not been camping since I was a little girl. When Tripp was younger, he went camping with Cree when he spent the summers with him.

  All I remembered of camping was the mosquito bites, the stinky spray mom showered me in and being dirty. I was beginning to get extremely nervous at the thought of sitting around a fire. This was something I would need to work through this weekend.

  “I still don’t like being around fire. The smell of smoke suffocates me.”

  “We don’t have to build a campfire then.”

  “Dumbass! We are camping, we have to have a campfire. I just…”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “I will need you this weekend, Tripp.”

  “You have me, Princess!”

  Tripp looked simply stunning. He was sporting his relaxed look, and it was doing damage on my panties. He had some scruff growing on his face and a freshly cut hawk. Goddamn, that scruff was hot as hell. His khaki shorts, white t-shirt and manly flip flops were driving me crazy. He was making it hard for me to sit in my own seat without squirming. I desperately wanted to make him pull over and force him to fuck my brains out.

  Deciding to have a little fun with him, I reached over and grabbed his leg and gave it a little squeeze. Tripp just smiled at me. He had no idea what was coming. I unfastened my seatbelt and climbed over onto the console straddling the gear shift. My hand continued rubbing his leg and started make its way to his junk. I rubbed my hand over his already hardened erection and began to nibble on his ear.

  “Are you trying to get us killed?”

  “Why are you already hard?”

  “Because, I can’t quit thinking about being inside those skimpy white shorts tonight.”

  “Let me take care of you.”

  In one swift movement I released Tripp’s cock from his shorts and started working it with my hand.
“Lacey, stop baby. Oh, god.”

  I put my knees back in my bucket seat, bent over and took Tripp’s thick, hard cock in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked on him for months. The feel of his velvety iron shaft in my mouth was absolutely amazing. I took him deep in my throat needing to feel every inch of him. Tripp grabbed the back of my head, taking hold of me by the hair and started slamming me down onto him.

  It sent a crazy mixture of pain and pleasure through my body, and it caused me to gasp loudly around his cock. I remembered that Tripp loved gagging me with his cock. So, I took him all the way in and bit down on the base of him causing him to moan in pleasure. He caused me to gag when he bucked himself further down my throat.

  “I am close baby. Fuck me. Suck me harder goddammnit.”

  I felt Tripp’s hot release spray in my mouth. I slid my mouth up and down him a couple more times before I swallowed all of his release completely. I wanted to keep the taste of him permanently tattooed in my mouth. I started kissing his neck and wanted to invade his mouth with my hungry tongue, but he was still driving so I decided to back off.

  “That’s so you will last longer tonight, Beast.” I whispered into his ear.

  “You’re not going to sleep tonight. I can guarantee you that!”

  The 4th of July would come a day early for us. We were both beyond ready and willing to take each other at any given moment. We kept our hands to ourselves the remainder of the drive. Our desperation to consume each other was dangerous. We were standing right on the edge, ready to fall into each other.

  We drove two more hours before we found our campsite. The rest of the fam damily was already set up. Tripp and I went to a counseling session the morning before we hit the road, causing us to arrive late. Milly and Cree brought up their brand new camp trailer. Willow would be staying with them in the fancy trailer, and Greyson brought up a one man tent. Tripp wanted to buy a camp trailer for us, but I insisted on a tent, a big sleeping bag and an air mattress.

  The campsite was a beautiful little piece of heaven nestled between two large mountains. A low running river ran along one edge of it, and a steep hill bordered the opposite side. There were several picnic tables and barbeque pits sprinkled throughout the camp. Little Annie was on top of one of the picnic tables waving us in with her toothy grin. The little squirrel was wearing her cowboy boots, a hot pink tutu and zebra striped kabob top. Annie always called bikinis kabobs, it was so damn funny none of us had the heart to correct her. Milly was standing next to her in some star spangled red, white and blue shorts with a black swim top. What the hell was she thinking? Milly was really trying to pull off black with red, white and blue?

  “Unky, Unky! You’re finally here,” squealed Annie, as she ran up to Tripp and jumped in his arms.

  He spun her around and kissed her little nose. The two of them had a very special relationship that bonded them together for life. Tripp would be the Unky that Annie would turn to when she didn’t want to go to her dad, and he would always be there for her.

  I grabbed a bag of chips and plopped my ass right down into the lounging chair next to Milly, armed and ready to harass her for her ridiculous outfit.

  “Tripp, get your hot little buns to work setting up my palace,” I ordered.

  He just shook his head at me and then started to get our little love shack set up. I didn’t think I could get any hotter for the man, but I did. The little pussy tease took his shirt off, as he started to set up our tent, and winked at me. You would have thought he had a kink in his damn neck the way he kept stretching and straining, exposing the crack of his very fine chiseled ass. We still had to get through dinner and some stupid family bullshit bonding type games before we could escape to our tent to make up for months worth of lost time.

  Trying to distract myself from my very sexy husband, I turned on Milly throwing a handful of chips in her hair and asking, “What in the hell are you wearing?”

  “Is it that bad?” She squeaked out, obviously embarrassed.

  “Um yeah, it is that bad. .”

  “Well, I bought these cute shorts and forgot to throw in my white tank, but they are really cute and I wanted to wear them. The black isn’t that bad. Cree and Annie said it looked fine.”

  “I’ll hand it to ya, the shorts are cute. But with a black top, you look as freakin’ coordinated as Sponge Bob Square Pants. Cree was probably just trying to save his nuts from being chopped.”

  Milly finally started giggling, I’m sure at the thought of chopping Cree’s nuts off, but then the sneaky bitch squirted me with her water bottle.

  “I love you, Milly May. Even if you don’t match and look ridiculous,” I whispered to her.

  “Fuck off,” she blurted. Milly hated the nickname and knew damn well I was goading her.

  “Language,” Cree shouted to her from the camp trailer. I had to hold back my giggles, but couldn’t control my tongue from sticking out at her. Busted, I mouthed to her. Milly stalked off to go make nice with her hot farm boy; no doubt the trailer would be a rockin’ in a couple minutes. She was sure to light up his world in her ridiculous outfit.

  I finally got off my lazy ass and helped Tripp carry our bags and food from the Jeep. Tripp ditched me and went off to play with Annie. I even exerted enough energy to blow up the air mattress and throw our jumbo sleeping bag on it. I was in the tent when the first waft of smoke filled the air.

  This was the second time I had been around fire since that day. The first time, I was with Milly at the bon fire. Vicodin and shots of whiskey were the only things that got me through the bon fire that night, and that’s the night I told Milly everything about my past.

  This time I didn’t have drugs or alcohol to numb my pain. The smell was getting stronger and now I could hear the cracks of the heat splintering the wood. The same sound my childhood home and father made in the middle of the flames that my hands set ablaze. My legs started shaking, and then the dizziness hit and couldn’t catch my breath. I tried to yell for Tripp, but my father’s burning body suddenly filled the air in the tent. My legs gave out on me, my body continued to tremble, but my mind was fighting for the freedom to not let fire control my life. I needed Tripp. I told him I would need him. Where the fuck was he?

  My chest continued to tighten as the breeze filled the tent with smoke. I managed to get gurgling sounds to spill out of me, but they needed to be louder to get Tripp’s attention. My body gave into the panic and started to convulse violently with overwhelming panic. I could not catch my breath and my mind gave up the fight.

  Tripp

  Annie took me down to the river to show me where she and Cree caught all their fish. I raced her back up the bank to the campsite. Cree was starting a fire as everyone else was preparing dinner. Annie threw a ball at me and we started playing catch. The little shit was getting good at catching using her mitt and not her face.

  “Unky give me a fly ball.”

  I threw the ball up a little higher this time. The snapping sound from the fire caught my attention and the hairs on the back of my neck immediately stood up.

  Something was wrong. What the fuck was it? I could feel someone or something tugging at me. Lacey! Where is Lacey?

  I immediately started searching for my wild Princess. My heart raced when I didn’t see her, and panic set in, then I lost it.

  “Where’s Lacey?”

  No one answered and continued going on about their business.

  “Where. The. Fuck. Is. Lacey,” I roared.

  “She’s in the tent. Calm down, Tripp!” Cree finally said.

  I raced to the tent just in time to watch Lacey fall over into a heap and pass out. I pulled her up into my lap and started talking into her ear. I was ready to shake her like a motherfucking ragdoll if she didn’t respond soon.

  “Lacey, Lacey, baby I’m here. It’s okay. The fire is for dinner. You. Are. Okay. We’re making new memories together. You. Are. Okay.”

  I started rocking her back and forth in a soothing motion. My arms tightene
d around her scared, stiff body. Hot tears started to fall down on my bare chest letting me know that she had come back to me.

  “You are okay, baby. I’m here. Smell the smoke, because I’m here.”

  Lacey didn’t move and continued to cry.

  “I told you that I needed you, Tripp. I wasn’t fucking around. I need you. Like a newborn baby needs their mother. You can’t leave me.”

  “I didn’t leave you. Annie took me down to the river.”

  “Don’t leave me again. Take me with you.”

  Lacey finally quit crying and then used one of my shirts to wipe away her snot. The girl could have wiped it across my bare chest and I wouldn’t have cared.

  “We are going to make a new memory tonight in this smoke filled tent, Princess.”

  “I love you, Tripp. Sorry for freaking out. I think the worst is over. I can handle this with you,” whispered Lacey.

  I sat there holding her for what seemed like forever. She was my addiction and poison all wrapped up in one tiny bundle in my lap. We finally walked hand in hand out of the tent. I sat down and drank a soda with the boys while playing catch with Annie. Milly grabbed Lacey by the hand and took her in the camper. Lacey wanted to be with Milly and help cook. She needed her sister right now.

  Milly had grilled burgers and made potato salad. I made my usual heaping plate and settled down in a lounger, and my sweet Lacey crawled up into my lap to eat dinner. It was my dream and every fantasy to have her sitting on my cock while I fed her every meal for the rest of our lives. Tonight her body instantly went limp as she curled up into a ball.

  “Hungry, baby?”

  “No, I just need to be in your lap.”

  “You are going to need your energy for tonight, Princess” I whispered down into her ear.

  She just giggled and nibbled on some potato chips.