by HJ Bellus
“Maybe a sprinkle dance for you later, Captain?”
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“Milly, listen! You are not paying or engaging in any way of any ass-kicking today. Do you hear me?”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
“I’ll meet you guys for lunch and then stay for the afternoon portion of the field trip. No ass beatings… I mean it.”
“I got it. What about tripping him or a dirty glare?”
“Milly, I’m about to kick your ass.”
“Don’t you mean beat? It’s all about beating ass.”
“Give me a kiss! I don’t stand a chance with you.”
I reached up and kissed Cree while I finished up making our lunches for the field trip. He thought he needed to remind me there would be no beating any ass today. Cree picked me up and sat me on the counter and started checking my pockets for money. I wrapped my legs around him and deepened our kiss.
I felt comfortable wrapping my legs around him while sitting on a sturdy countertop. I had seen Lacey jump up into Jake’s arms and wrap her legs around his waist at the bar. I was always scared shitless to do that—what if the man toppled over, or I broke a leg in the action? It just wasn’t realistic or worth the risk to me.
I was satisfied with sitting on the counter with this delicious man between my legs. Cree grabbed my ass and scooted me closer to him. There wasn’t an inch of space between us. Our faces were pressed together and our lips touching.
“I love you so much!”
“I love you too, baby!”
“I want to stay like this forever.”
“Mmmmm…me too. You are my forever, Milly.”
“You are my now, Cree.”
We woke up Annie together and got her ready for school. Cree dropped both of us off at the front door of the school, and I sent up a silent prayer of thanks that he didn’t check my bra for cash.
The field trip ended up being fabulous. I enjoyed my time with Annie and her friends. Cree joined us for lunch and stayed for the remainder of the day. It was a great day, and I loved spending it with my beautiful Annie Bug.
Annie’s friend Molly invited her over for a sleepover. It was tough on Cree, but he let her go. We sent her with my iPhone, so she could get ahold of us at a moment’s notice. Cree gave her the talk about strangers and behavior at other people’s houses. Annie was used to sitting on the table eating with us, and pretty much whatever her little heart desired. She was always well-behaved, but basically had the run of the house.
“Let’s go eat and have a drink. I’ll call Greyson. You call the girls.”
“It’s a date, baby!”
We crawled into Cree’s truck and used his phone to round up the troops. We went to the local bar that served burgers and fried food. We sat at a little table in the corner. We ordered beers and lots of greasy food.
“I’m ordering us shots!” Lacey announced to the table.
After our dinner and three rounds of vodka, us girls were feeling pretty damn good. Cree wasn’t drinking. He was keeping a very close eye on his phone. Willow started begging us to sing karaoke with her.
“C’mon, you twat waffles! Just one song…pretty please!”
“I suck at singing, just ask Cree. I’m really bad!”
“Who fucking cares! Get your ass up there, Milly!” demanded Lacey.
Those double-crossing, sexy-sexy sluts were dragging my ass up to the stage! Willow chose the song “Ice Ice Baby.” Old school, I liked it, but only hoped I could keep up with the girls. The music started playing and we waited for the words to run across the screen. With the first of the words, Lacey kicked her leg straight up into air and started rapping away. I couldn’t quit laughing at her dumbass move. By the middle of the song, we were giving it all we had. It was pretty badass, or at least we thought we were. With Cree and Greyson dying of laughter from their seats, I was sure we were pretty badass. I was shocked by how damn fun it was to sing on stage, even when you sucked total donkey ass. Again, liquid courage at its best!
“That was fun! Let’s do another.”
The girls agreed with me, but this time I was going to pick the song. I flipped through the big binder of selections and came across the perfect song. It was one of my all-time favorites! The only problem was we needed a little male help for this performance. I went over to the microphone.
“Cree! I need your help up here….pretty please, baby?”
The poor guy was sober as a nun, and I was dragging his ass up on stage to sing karaoke. I knew Cree had a damn good voice, and had plenty of practice from his long hours of tractor driving. It took me a couple minutes of coaxing to get his ass up. When he thought I was going to take my shirt off on stage, he rushed up. He brought Greyson for backup.
“Okay, we’re going to sing ‘Love Shack!’” I declared.
“Right on! This is going to be chicks versus dicks,” Lacey proclaimed
“No, we are singing together, dumbass,” I said.
“Tacos and sausages it is,” Greyson said.
Yep, we were saying this in the microphone. We now had the whole bar’s attention. The song started off and our men sounded amazing! When the girls’ part kicked in, I started rubbing up and down Cree, singing “Glitter on the mattress.” The bar erupted into applause and our debut was over.
More drinks called our names. We made our way back over to the table. One of our chairs were missing, so Cree pulled me onto his lap. He checked his phone and saw he had a text from my number.
Annie: Hi, Daddy
Cree: Is everything okay?
Annie: yup
Cree: u having fun?
Annie: lots
Annie: i want a fone
Cree: no way…love you, be good!
“How is she doing?” I whispered down into his ear. Another group of drunken hussies had taken the karaoke stage.
“Fine! She’s scamming me for a phone now.”
“That’s my girl! Where did my chair go, anyway? Am I smooshing you?”
“No, you’re fine.”
“Hey, Cree, did you see dickhead is here?” shouted Greyson.
I turned to see a familiar man standing at the bar. He came in for coffee every once in a while. Willow gave me the whole story one morning while we cleaned The Shop. He was Cody Malone, and the only man that Cree hated on this Earth. Cree, Cody and Greyson were best friends in high school. They even went to college together to play football. Cody was one of the men that Kyla slept with. He was also the man that Kyla was trying to claim was Annie’s dad. Cree hadn’t talked to Cody since he found him in bed with Kyla.
Now they were both in the same town and in the same line of business. Cody worked with his dad on their farm. There was no doubt that these two hated each other. The atmosphere in the bar immediately shifted. The good time was over. It was apparent that Cody was very drunk. We all agreed without saying a word to leave. I paid the tab and we all headed for the door. Cody just couldn’t help himself.
“Hey, Cree! I wondered who was banging the hot new girl in town. Sure she’ll eventually find her way to my bed!”
Greyson took two steps towards Cody and dropped his ass to the floor. And then we left the bar.
CHAPTER 20
Lunch & Tractors
Spring was in full action. Cree was crazy busy with the farm, but he always made sure he was home for dinner and cuddle time with his girls on the couch. He didn’t come in for coffee anymore because he was always hitting the fields at dawn. I took Annie to school, and even stayed to volunteer on Tuesdays. I missed seeing Cree for our morning coffee dates.
Me: I miss you!
Cree: You saw me this morning and last night
Me: I know… I miss you at coffee…I miss you
Cree: Bring me lunch Dolly
Me: You got it!
Cree: I’ll be the one driving the big green tractor!
Me: No shit, Really?
I will never forget the first day I delivered Cree lunch on the tractor. I took him fri
ed chicken and potato salad. We ate lunch together under a tall oak tree. He then talked me into going for a ride with him. Willow was working The Shop, so I knew I had lots of time. I didn’t pass up on the chance of being in a confined space with my man.
“Come here, baby! Sit on my lap and I’ll teach you how to drive.”
I climbed up into his lap and listened to him rattle off the art of driving a tractor. I just reveled in the sensation of his touch. We made a couple passes in the tractor before our hands were all over each other. The tractor was stopped at the edge of the field, so I took the opportunity to turn around and straddle my farm boy. Face-to-face, we gazed into each other’s eyes not saying a word, but feeling every possible emotion for each other.
“Cree, I couldn’t live one day without your touch.”
He grabbed the back of my head and took me into a deep kiss. We fumbled for each other’s buttons and before I knew it, my shorts were off and Cree was buried deep inside me. I worked my hips up and down him. I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation of him deep inside me. Cree placed both of his hands on my hips and started slamming me down on him. At first it was too much for my brain to comprehend, and then, when he established his relentless rhythm, I started to orgasm. I threw my head back and screamed. I was orbiting in the pleasure of my orgasm when I heard Cree growl, and then felt his hot seed burst inside me. I collapsed on him with my head resting on his shoulder. I didn’t want to move or peel myself way from him. He drove a couple passes before I managed to let go of him. I gave him a kiss goodbye, and thanked him for the ride in his tractor.
“Tomorrow, wear a skirt, Dolly!”
“Will do!”
We ate lunch everyday together in his tractor. The man did things to me in that tractor that made me blush just thinking about them.
CHAPTER 21
Blowout & Disney
Willow, Lacey and I met up in Fort Collins for a spa day before our big trip to Disneyland. I was finally redeeming my birthday gift certificate from Willow. The girls were staying in Fort Collins to go to some big party. They didn’t even try to convince me to go because they knew the answer.
Our masseuses weren’t impressed with our language and mudslinging. Willow was lying flat on her belly and Lacey jumped on the table and corn-dogged her. I was pretty sure we were going to get kicked out at that point. The spa staff definitely didn’t appreciate our humor or business.
We went to lunch together and then parted ways. I had to stop at the coffee house distribution store to stock up on syrups. I had Betsy loaded down and was ready to head back to The Shop.
I cranked up some Miranda and hit the road. Cree and I were going to take Annie to the movies tonight. It would be just the three of us for a change. I was about twenty minutes from home when I heard an explosion, and then felt my truck start to rattle.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!”
I pulled my truck over and hopped out to find a flat tire staring back at me.
“Really? Fucking really?”
I kicked the tire and yelled in frustration. I was hoping if I stared at it long enough or kicked it hard enough it would magically fix itself.
I called Cree twice and was sent directly to his voicemail. He must have been too busy and had to ignore the calls. Double dammit! I went to climb back into my truck and wait for Cree to call me back. I pulled on the door handle.
“Holy mother loving fucking shit!”
I locked myself out of my truck. So I broke down and texted Cree, even though I knew he was busy.
Me: I need help! Blew a tire…
Within five seconds Cree called me back.
“Where are you?”
“Twenty minutes out of town on Highway 55.”
“I’m coming. Sorry, I was at the accountant’s office in a meeting. I’m on my way, baby.”
I hung up the phone and then the rain clouds opened up. It was raining fucking buckets! The rain was freezing ass cold, brutal and relentless. Really? Triple dammit. I climbed into the bed of my truck and tried prying open the back windows from the outside. I was now completely soaked. And being an ‘effin rocket scientist, I was wearing a white t-shirt with a hot pink bra underneath it. Plus, my nipples were hard from being cold.
The rain was deafening and my fingers were officially numb. I was ready to lift my leg and smash in the back window with my boot. Someone grabbed my shoulder and I screamed bloody fucking murder as I whirled around.
“What are you doing, Dolly?”
It was Cree! Thank god!
“Go get in the truck!”
I threw my hands up in the air, exposing my wet shirt and hard nipples.
“I can’t fucking get in my truck! I locked my keys in it.”
Cree started laughing at my frustration, which pissed me off even more, so I started waving my arms in the air, trying to whack him as many times as I possibly could.
“You’re a jerk!”
Cree grabbed my hands and bent over to kiss me, but the jerk was still laughing. I turned my face from him, so he buried his face in my neck and tried to kiss me, but he was still laughing! I was going to kick his ass in the rain.
“Quit laughing at me, asshole!”
“Sorry, honey! You look so damn cute, soaking wet and frustrated with hard nipples.”
“Fucker!”
I stomped off to Cree’s unlocked truck and waited for him. He changed the tire and broke into the back of my truck through the window. The damn man could do everything! I stuck out my tongue and drove off in his truck.
We didn’t go to the movies that night. He took Annie and me out to the shop to teach us how to change a tire. He wanted his girls prepared for emergencies. He lectured us on the importance of having the right tools for the job. Cree then gave us a pop quiz on identifying tools. We failed miserably, but he wasn’t giving up on us.
We were terrible students. Cree was starting to get frustrated when I pulled out fingernail polish and started painting Annie’s nails. When we started whining about our bellies grumbling, he finally gave up on teaching us how to change a tire and took us out to eat instead.
***
It was spring break and time to surprise Annie. We made t-shirts that read “We are going to Disneyland” to wear at breakfast. We even made Annie one and snuck it on her in the middle of the night. We woke her up at 8:00 to eat breakfast. Our flight didn’t leave until 1:00. We all stared at Annie, waiting for her to notice our stinkin’ shirts. Willow even kept fluffing her shirt out in Annie’s face.
“Ummm, Daddy, why are we all wearing the same shirt?”
We just all kept smiling at her, and she slowly started to sound out the words on our shirts.
“W-e we are g-o-ing going t-o to D-i-s-nee Disney.”
Then her eyes lit up at the realization of what she just said. Annie jumped up on the table and started dancing and squealing with joy!
“Thank you, Daddy! Thank you!”
Our flight was entertaining, to say the least. Annie was scared and Lacey was bitching about not getting the window seat. Willow lost her breakfast halfway through the flight. She had good aim and it all went into the barf bag. Thank god! Cree tried to calm Annie’s nerves by distracting her, and I just sat back and drank everyone’s complimentary wine.
Cree booked us a very large family suite at the Disneyland Hotel. It was gorgeous and very spacious. Of course, our little Annie had to hit the pool ASAP. I talked Lacey into taking her swimming for a while. Willow caught onto my plan and hightailed it out of the room. I ran a bath with bubbles.
“What are you up to, Milly?”
“I added the bathtub to my bucket list thingy the other night, and I thought we could give it a go .”
“Dolly, I’m exhausted from the flight, between Annie and Willow…”
“I know! Get your ass in the tub. I’ll grab you a beer! It’s an order, Captain! Just leave room for me between your legs!”
I joined Cree in the tub. I changed my mind and made him scoo
t forward so I could climb in behind him. I wrapped my legs around him and enjoyed my Pretty Woman moment. I washed his back and then pulled him down onto me and just held him.
“I have a feeling we better enjoy all the relaxation we can, Cree.”
“I know. Will you think less of me if I admit I’m dying to get a picture with you, Annie and Mickey for the fridge?”
“No! I find it incredibly sexy. Just don’t start singing the theme song, or you’ll kill the moment.”
“Okay, I promise. Now it’s your turn to get your back washed!”
I didn’t argue. Cree washed my back and then my hair. He insisted on washing my boobies, which led to him wanting to wash between my legs…I leaned back into him and spread my legs. Cree reached down between my legs and started washing. He was so talented and knew my body so well. His fingers twirled around my sensitive bud. My hips started to buck up to meet his hand. I wrapped my arms around the back of Cree’s head. He buried his face down into my neck and started licking. He bit down on my neck and sent me spinning.
“I thought you were tired.”
“You do evil things to me, woman.”
“I can feel that on my back!”
Cree grabbed my hips and hoisted me up.
“You’re the evil one! You know this is my favorite place to be, right?”
“Enjoy it, Dolly!”
The rest of the week was unreal. We experienced every inch of Disneyland. We arrived at opening and stayed until closing. We even spent a couple of days at the beach. We waited in line for hours to get pictures with all the princesses.
We even had princess make-overs. Cree made Lacey and Willow arm wrestle because they kept arguing about who was going to be made over as Ariel. Annie was Belle and I was made-over as Cinderella, Lacey won the arm wrestling contest, so that left Willow as Snow White.
I was the biggest chicken when it came to rides. Annie and Cree kept dragging me on rides promising me they were mellow. Those two lied a lot that week. I’m pretty sure Cree was getting a kick out of me practically pissing my pants and screaming for my life. He bought every damn picture of us on the rides and in every picture, I looked like I was about to get my head chopped off.
