by H. J. Bellus
She even shared the one time that Cree fixed her bacon wrapped jalapeño poppers, then ate them off her stomach. After cementing the fact that Cree was hers, and that Kimmy better never even look cross-eyed at him again, all the while buying six hundred dollars’ worth of frames that she could have fucking made herself, we said our good-byes.
As we were loading up the colorful oversized frames, I heard my cell phone chirp. I knew that chirp belonged to my Beast.
Tripp: Are you behaving?
Me: No…drunk…in jail…getting banged by Bertha.
Tripp: Smartass.
Me: Ass-smart.
Tripp: I can still feel you on me.
Me: I can still taste you.
Tripp: Hurry home…
Me: Y
Tripp: Really?
Me: Details.
Tripp: Spontaneous doub-lay orgasms…I believe they are called.
Me: Gotta grab dinner then a date with my small dicked Beast.
Tripp: You are gonna get it in the ASS!
“I’m fucking starving. Let’s hit up Jackson’s,” Willow said.
“I’m in,” agreed Milly.
We waltzed into Jackson’s gas station, starving and thirsty, and really looking to get into some trouble of our own.
“I’m double dogging this shit,” I said as I nestled two hotdogs into one bun and started dousing them with ketchup, pickles and onions.
“That’s disgusting,” Milly said.
I just piled on the onions and pickles and replied, “I’m pretty sure my stomach has a sliver in it from rubbing up against my backbone, so back off, bitch.”
We sat in the Jeep and inhaled our food. The only thing left of mine was the hot dog boat and a piece of bun. I was completely satisfied and ready to go home to my man.
Not ready for the night to be over with, Milly said, “Let’s go toilet paper Cody’s house.”
“Not a good idea,” I said.
There was no way in hell I was taking Milly to toilet paper Cree’s archrival, Cody Malone. Willow joined in on the begging and, before I knew it, the two ho-bags had me driving down Cody’s lane. This evil man used to be Cree’s best friend before he screwed Cree’s girlfriend and insulted Milly.
Armed with twenty-four rolls of toilet paper, Willow and a wild and crazy-ass Milly, we crept down Cody's lane with the Jeep's lights turned off. This was a recipe just begging to get ugly. All three of us climbed out of the Jeep and started tossing toilet paper. It was arching in all sorts of directions creating rainbows of streaming toilet paper shooting in all directions, making a beautiful white mess.
Willow went to fling some toilet paper and let go of the whole roll, sending it flying into the backyard. Milly busied herself tying toilet paper bows on the mailbox and tree trunks. The girl was forever beautifying things. We grabbed forks and “forked” his yard, leaving behind the words “Jack Wagon.” We jumped in the Jeep, admiring our work that the moonlight shined down on, and I grabbed my empty hotdog carton and tossed it out in the front yard.
“Lacey, that's littering. Pick it up!” Milly demanded.
“We just toilet papered his damn house, and you’re worried about littering?”
“Leaving the hotdog carton is just not right. What if they run DNA on your left over bun and they find out it’s us?”
“For the love of God!” I laughed until it hurt, with gigantic tears running down my face.
Milly knew that I had no problem leaving my trash on Cody’s yard, so she burst out of the Jeep to pick it up herself. She really was too good of a person.
“Now, let’s roll, bitches. I have a spontaneous doub-lay orgasm waiting for me at home.”
I dumped Willow and Milly off at the main house and hauled ass to Tripp’s little cabin. He had been sending me obscene texts all night long, with a couple naughty pics. My eyes knew just how ready my Beast was for me. All the lights were off in his little cabin. Strange. I hope he hadn’t fallen asleep.
Waltzing into the cabin, I spotted him in his bed waiting for me. Oh, he was awake, wide awake for that matter. He had several candles lit up all around the room and was lying in the middle of his bed in his black gym shorts, bare chested. Tripp was simply delicious from head to toe; even the man’s feet fucking turned me on. His large, muscular frame easily filled the bed. The ass had his gym shorts riding dangerously low on his hips, so low that I could make out the top of his pubic bone. He had his right hand slid down the front of his shorts in his favorite resting position. His sexy “V” was pointing the way and showing me just how excited he was to see me. He was so not small, and I had a feeling he was going to punish me for calling him that. My feet were frozen in place as my eyes soaked in the perfection in front of me.
“What are you waiting on, pretty girl?”
“Just enjoying the view,” I whimpered out.
“Get your ass over here. I’ve been waiting for you all night, and so has my small dick.”
Tripp jumped out of bed and wrapped me up in his arms. He nestled his nose down in my hair and smelled me.
“What are you doing?”
Tripp inhaled again and let out a soft moan, “Would you have driven after drinking tonight?”
I’d forgotten all about that after tonight’s events. How did Tripp know we were drinking?
“About that…How did you know?”
“Phil called Cree, and Cree sent us down to get you girls. Answer my question.”
Truth was, I didn’t know if I would have driven. In the past it would have been no question. I would have gotten in the Jeep and drove like an untouchable badass. But now, I have something to live for.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” is all I came up with because it was the truth.
Tripp grabbed my face and made me look up at him. I could see the hurt and pain in his eyes. He had lost his brother in a wreck, and I knew he was imagining the same horrid accident happening to me.
“Promise me you will never drive drunk…”
Placing my finger over Tripp’s lips, I cut him off before he could finish.
“Deal, Beast,” I said, and then kissed him.
When my lips met his, I could feel all of his tension and worries leave his body. Deepening the kiss, my tongue asked for permission to enter his mouth and Tripp gladly accepted. I jumped the rest of the way up into his arms and rested on his thick groin. Running my hands through the back of his hair, and then tussling the top of it making it stand on end, I let out a loud moan of pleasure. My hips instinctively started grinding on him and I was already so close to letting go. Tripp pulled away and began to chuckle.
“What’s funny? Get back to work, Beast,” I protested.
“Oh, Lace. You’re in trouble and I’m about to torture you with this small dick of mine until you cry ‘Uncle,’” he said as he walked to the bed and tossed me on it.
Yep, I knew I was in trouble, but had the feeling it was going to be the best kind of trouble to be in.
“So, no doub-lays?” I questioned.
“Not until you cry ‘Uncle,’ baby,” he hissed out as he thrust his hardened, shielded cock into my center.
After an hour of Tripp taking me to the edge and then dropping me, I finally surrendered to him, which made the finale fucking mind-blowing to say the least. Tripp rested down on top of me, wet, sated and completely exhausted. Even exhausted I couldn’t keep my hands from playing with his faux hawk. I stood it on end and let it tickle my chest and warm my heart. This was the only place for him.
“What took you so long getting home?” Tripp asked.
Hmmmm…to lie or avoid the question?
“Oh, you know how Milly is. She wanted to show us some cute new shit,” I responded.
“I see. So are you going to ever call my dick small again?”
“Maybe…because that was fucking amazing! Tripp, you know we have to make the other girls feel good about something because, let’s face it, their men have nothing on your anaconda.”
We fell
asleep tangled together in a sticky, sweaty mess not bothering to shower each other’s scent away. Tripp was gone by the time I woke up the next morning. I heard my phone chirp and knew it was him.
Tripp: Went to get you your banana split mocha.
Me: You So Sweet…Me So Thankful.
Tripp: I see the cute shit Milly showed you guys last night.
Me: You do?
Tripp: Nice work…I only hope you added the flaming bag of dog shit to the step.
Chapter 9
I’m Going To Hurt You
Tripp
“Are you fucking okay with this, Cree?” I hissed as I finished changing the oil on the 8400 tractor.
“Yeah, they’re just a couple of their old friends they use to party with.”
“I fucking guess if Lacey was my wife and had my kids I wouldn’t be fucking worried, either. I’m pretty sure if Lacey partied with them then she’s banged them.”
“Give it up! Milly just called and said she invited them over for dinner tonight. Lacey had nothing to do with it.”
“Why?”
“Milly wanted to see how Sam’s been. I know that Sam and Milly had a thing for about a month. Lacey and Jake went to high school together and use to hook up all the time.”
It was real fucking nice that Lacey never mentioned any of this to me. I don’t want her around anyone that she has fucked in the past. She has mentioned being used by men, and I can only assume that Jake was one of the fuckers who used her.
***
Lacey
Tripp cancelled his lunch date with me today. He sent a quick text saying he was busy, and I sent him a couple of dirty pictures. He never responded. I eagerly awaited his arrival for dinner. We have extra company for dinner tonight, and I was so excited for Jake to meet the man who finally captured my heart.
Tripp was probably going to freak about Jake, but he would have to understand that Jake is just a close friend of mine. Yes, we had sex and a lot of it, but we never had a relationship. He just always called me when he needed booty, and I went because I felt like I owed him. Jake saved me when I was fourteen, and Tripp would just have to accept it.
Dinner was over and still no sign of Tripp. I was starting to get worried. I sent over ten texts and called him a dozen times with no response. The asshole better be tied up somewhere getting the dog shit beat out of him. Finally caving in, I asked Cree about Tripp’s whereabouts and he told me that Tripp was pissed about the company at dinner.
I was fucking pissed now! Pissed at myself for not telling Tripp or driving to see his ass when he didn’t respond to me all day.
Annie was begging all of us to start a baseball game right when I heard the familiar sound of Tripp’s dirt bike racing down the lane. I knew he wouldn’t miss family dinner, but it wasn’t because of me, it was because of his sweet Annie.
Tripp walked into the front yard wearing his workout clothes. I could tell he had already been to the gym without me. Motherfucker! I wanted to go to the gym with him, have lunch with him, have ice cream with him and eat dinner with him. Clearly he didn’t give a fuck what I wanted. I was fucking pissed at the whole situation.
“Unky, we are gonna play baseball. Yous on my team,” squealed Annie as she hopped up into his arms.
Tripp didn’t even have the balls to look at me. I texted the asshole, begging him to respond to me all day and he never even acknowledged me. I’m not going to kiss his ass when he didn’t even have enough respect to text me a simple “Fuck you, Lacey!” The fight was on.
Annie continued picking her team, “Okay, Unky, you gets to pick the next teammate.”
“Let’s take Fallon and Willow on our team,” he said without making eye contact with me.
Willow had become good friends with Fallon, Annie’s kindergarten teacher, over the last couple weeks. I had never minded having her around until now. Now she was a problem and it didn’t help that I was fucking pissed.
“Really, Tripp?” I blurted out and threw my hands up in the air without thinking. “What, I’m not good enough for you anymore?”
“Just thought you would want to spend some one on one time with Jake.”
I walked over to him and got right in his face, so no one else could hear me, “You are so wrong, Tripp, and you’re doing a fan-fucking-tastic job of ruining us.”
That left Jake, Sam, Cree and I on the other team. Milly was sitting on the patio with Mac. I gave her a glance and she flashed me an uneasy smile. She knew exactly what was going on. Most would have thought it odd that we didn’t introduce Jake and Sam to Tripp, but at this point, I didn’t give a shit.
The game started with Annie hitting from her tee and us letting her round all the bases. Then Fallon was up to bat and apparently had the wrong stance, so King Asshole took it upon himself to lend her a helping hand. He gripped her from behind to straighten her form up. He made sure I was watching as he pressed his body up to hers. That did the trick because I was seeing fucking red by then.
It was our turn to bat and Cree, being the gentlemen he was, let me go first. Tripp was pitching, and I imagined the ball nailing him straight between the motherfucking eyeballs. Instead, I sent the ball sailing out past Fallon in centerfield. Tripp went jogging out there after the ball. Fallon fell down and Tripp started doing push-ups over the top of her showing off his strength. He was making sure to grind his boy parts on her girl parts.
That was it. The dumb asshole pushed me way too fucking far. It was game on. I had made it to second as he went jogging back to the pitcher’s spot. “Hey, Assface! Did you not get any of my texts today? Or were you too busy with old habits, out fucking someone else? Got tired of using me, did you?”
“Nope! I was just preparing myself to come to my family’s house to meet my girlfriend’s fuck buddy. Hope you guys get time tonight for a proper reunion,” Tripp seethed.
He was only inches from my face and I could smell the whiskey radiating from his skin. His eyes were completely wild with rage and fully dilated. I wanted to slap him and hurt him real good, but I was frozen with sheer horror from his nasty words.
“What? Got nothing to say, you slut?” Tripp whispered down at me.
“You’re right. I’m a slut. Thanks for putting me back in my place. I was wrong, Tripp; you’re no fucking different from the rest of them.”
“And you were right, Lacey; I should have listened to you. You fuck everything up. Thanks for giving me a heads up on that tidbit.”
Tripp walked back to his spot laughing loudly for all to hear. He turned and shot me a wink then hollered out to Fallon, “Get ready, hot stuff; it’s coming your way again.”
I finished the inning without totally breaking down. Milly could tell something was wrong and kept trying to use sign language to figure out what was wrong. I didn’t know fucking sign language and, for that matter, neither did she. Thank god for her comedy relief from the sidelines to distract me from breaking apart on her front yard.
I cut the game short with, “I’m really tired and I’m gonna head home.”
My feet started fucking running to my car. Shattered. Broken. Devastated.
***
Tripp
Guess the game’s over. Lacey ran away from all of us with tears in her eyes. Fucking tears I put there from jealousy and anger. The alcohol pouring through my veins made it easy to hurt her with words before she could hurt me with Jake.
Why didn’t I have the balls to talk to her today? She fucking texted me all day, worried about me while I drank and hit up. The hurt on her face when she saw my gym clothes should have been the first sign that I had fucked everything up, but I wouldn’t watch her with Jake. I started to go after her when I was approached by the honored guest of the evening. Fuck this guy!
“Hey! I’m Jake. We never got properly introduced. Lacey has been texting me all kinds of glowing things about you. Never thought that girl would trust a man enough to settle down with. Congrats, dude,” Jake finished with a great big smile.
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nbsp; “Uh, thanks,” stumbled helplessly out of me.
“How did you do it?” Jake continued with sheer amusement. “She’s using words like love, boyfriend, and future. She’s never said those words to anyone.”
I stood fucking dumbfounded by the words spilling from Jake’s mouth. Why did I flip out? Why couldn’t I trust Lacey?
“I thought when I got engaged that Lacey would come unglued, but nope, she was too busy wrapped up talking about you!”
“You’re engaged?”
“Yep, getting married this December. Lacey and I go way back to our high school days and have stayed super close. I thought she might flip her lid when I finally settled down.”
“Congrats,” I managed to get out as my world started to get blurry.
“We’re going out to the bar. We begged Lacey to join us, but she said she was waiting on you to show up to decide. Want to join us?”
“Might as well.”
I fucked everything up, and couldn’t take back my words. Right now I needed to dull the rage burning inside of me from hurting my pretty girl. I’d created this downward spiral, so I might as well ride it to the end.
I went with Jake and Sam to the local bar. These dudes were fucking chick magnets, because, in less than five minutes, we had at least five girls hanging off of us. I started to feel a high like in the good old days in Florida when everything was numb. I continued to order shots and buzz in the high of whiskey and women.
I had two brunettes on my lap while I slammed back whiskey after whiskey. I needed to feel numb to take away the hurt I’d caused Lacey. I never was man enough to deal with my problems, so why start now? One of the girls started to unbutton my pants, so I decided to make it easy on her by thrusting up my hips and letting her grab my cock. The other one went in for the kill and started jacking me off underneath the table.
