by H. J. Bellus
I found a perfect little black dress. It was simple with lace and very short. Just my style! The sleeveless design accented every one of my tattoos, especially the new ones on my shoulders. A perfect pair of red cowboy boots caught my attention and I knew immediately they had been made just for me. Complete destiny.
We found a fast food joint where we ate lunch and changed in the bathroom. Who would have thought that my dream wedding consisted of getting ready in a fast food bathroom? I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. Milly found a red hair flower in the truck that she nestled into my hair. Then I brushed a little glitter dazzle over my cleavage. The dress accented all my lady parts perfectly.
Before I exited the bathroom, I grasped onto my clothes that had dirt and grime on them from the floor of the old garage. Even though my father was a horrible person I had always yearned for a positive memory to cherish. Every little girl deserves a loving, doting father in her life to protect her. I ran my fingers over the dirt trying to remember the good in my father, wanting just one memory to cling onto forever. Nothing came, so I decided then and there to only remember my mother. I threw the clothes in the trashcan as I walked out.
We walked out of the bathroom to find our men. Tripp stood up to throw our tray of food away and spotted me. The big goofy beast started crying. Oh, this man had it bad for me.
“Take me to the chapel, baby!”
Off we went to the courthouse. The six of us misfits, together as one big family, walked down the sidewalk happy as could be. I had dreamed of this day when I was a little girl, and not one of my dreams compared to how perfect my wedding actually was, and it was all because of the man that I asked to marry me.
June 6th will always be my favorite day of the year because I was freed from my personal hell with the help and unwavering love of my family. I now walk free without being weighed down by any scars. My scars are beautiful today, and today I’m Mrs. Lacey Fitzpatrick.
Chapter 15
Coach’s Wife
Lacey
“Tripp, I need rubbed down again,” I hollered, sprawled across our bed in only my panties.
I was very capable of putting ointment on my fresh tattoo, but I wanted Tripp’s hands on me. We have been following Janie’s advice, abstaining from doing the dirty, which meant I made him touch everywhere else possible, and I always rubbed on him when I got the chance.
Our honeymoon was perfect. Tripp had the little cabin all tricked out with roses, candles, junk food and candy. It was beautiful. He bought a bunch of old-school movies for us to watch as we cuddled and stuffed our faces for hours. Sex didn’t even cross our minds that night because we were in each other’s arms as man and wife. As time had passed, it had become hard as hell not to jump the damn man.
Last night, we went into Fort Collins to get new ink. Tripp was very insistent that he had to get three new tattoos to catch up to me, and he did. My favorite one was my name tatted down the inside of his arm. I wanted Fitzpatrick tattooed down my rib cage, but Tripp said he didn’t like it because it represented too much of his dad. I had a very sore rib cage, and the beautiful name “Tripp” flowing down my side.
Tripp dashed over to the bed with the ointment and started rubbing it up and down my side. I pushed my ass back to grind up on his crotch as he soothed my torn flesh. Tripp was definitely the strong one while abstaining. I reached back with my hand and accidentally brushed over the crotch of his jeans. Oh my, he was already hard.
“Babe, we need to hurry. We have t-ball practice in twenty minutes.”
“But…” I point to his erection.
“Pretty girl, I’ve had one of these since the day I married you.”
“So do you take care of yourself or what?”
“Jesus! Quit asking questions and get your ass dressed.”
“You do! Do you, like, flog your log? Shuck your bubba? Hone your bone? Jiggle the jewelry? Hold your sausage hostage?”
I was laughing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I was providing very descriptive hand movements to match my comments. At first, Tripp looked ashamed, but now he was laughing, too. He hovered above me on the bed. Our parts were so close to being connected in the way they both longed for. Tripp started doing his signature push-ups above me, stopping to kiss me each time.
“I love you, Lacey, but I want to wait. We need to wait until July 4th.”
“Are you fucking insane? It’s only June 18th right now, and I don’t have a chicken I can stroke!”
“We are waiting. End of discussion. Now, get your perky little tits out of this bed and come help me.”
“No.”
“Every coach needs an assistant.”
“No!”
“Hun, I need someone to wipe noses and tie shoes.”
“No. Little kids creep me out. I only like Annie and Mac. All others seem…well, just disgusting. Take Milly!”
***
30 Minutes Later
“I’m telling you for the last time, you little rodent, quit licking my leg!”
Tripp and Milly were getting a good laugh at watching me try to herd the damn chickens. I was in charge of making the little creatures sit on a piece of carpet while they waited their turn to bat.
I was ready to take a bat and shove it up Tripp’s ass for making me help him. I wanted to be the hot coach’s wife on the sideline, tanning. I altered my t-shirt at home, so it was much sexier and exposed all my tattoos, and I even wore my push-up bra that showed off my tatas real nice.
We were at the Hogan ballpark. There were five fields filled with varying ages of kids playing ball. Tripp told me during one counseling session that the ballpark had always felt like his true home. He found love and support from his coaches. He also mentioned that his dad never attended one of his games, from when he played t-ball all the way to the pros. He would go to Grant’s games, but make Tripp sit in the car. I knew that Tripp wanted to give back to these little kids the same way his coaches gave to him.
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’s my little weasel.”
“Do you still love me?” I asked, sticking out my best pouty lip.
My beautiful man took a second to think. “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, who 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. 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 purchases 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. 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’re camping, we have to have a campfire. I just…”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I’ll 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—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’m close, baby. Fuck me. Suck me harder god damn it.”
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’ll last longer tonight, Beast,” I whispered.
“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 family 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.
