by HJ Bellus
“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 had 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 has 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 has 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 am 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 fanfuckingtastic 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.
“Uh, thanks,” stumbled helplessly out of me.
“How did you do it?” Jake continued with sheer amusement. “She is 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.
Shit! I had one hand to drink and one hand to play with a wet spot. I found a wet pussy under a skirt and starting banging it with my hand. I leaned over and whispered into the other one’s ear, “I am going to come and I want you to catch it with your mouth.” She flew underneath the table and started sucking me.
I continued fingering the brunette on my knee. The hair on the back of my neck stood up when I could tell she was getting close to coming. Her hot pussy started to grip my fingers as she found her release. She turned towards me shoving her tits in my face and grabbed the top of my hair the way Lacey always does. It instantly made me blow my load into her friend’s mouth.
Flying even higher now, I slammed more shots. I was so fucking trashed and my dick was on high alert needing more and more pussy. All rational thoughts were swallowed by the monster of addiction. I barely remember stumbling up to the guest room above Cree’s shop with the guys and some hot chicks. The last thing I remembered before my world went black was a girl on my face and the brunette sucking my dick while Sam fucked her from behind.
Chapter 10
I’m Done
Tripp
Holy Fuck! I hadn’t been that fucked up for a long time. Jake had hooked me up with some good drugs, whiskey and women. In the heat of the moment, it had been the best feeling ever last night, but now the guilt and the low had settled deep in my chest. I hurt Lacey and did unforgivable things last night. I lost the best thing I ever had. My dad’s words echoed in my head; he was so right about me.
I walked into the main house for breakfast to find my little Annie and Lacey cooking together. The sight of the two of them took my breath away, and my actions from last night finally crashed all around me. Annie leapt off the counter and raced over into my arms.
“Unky! I love you.”
Annie jumped up into my arms and hugged me through the smell of drugs and whiskey that lingered on my clothes. I sat her down on the counter and she went back to helping Lacey cook pancakes. Lacey barely peeked up at me through her blood shot eyes, and in that moment, I knew that I had broken her. I fucking destroyed the one person I had ever truly loved. She stood in front of me completely devastated and it was my entire fucking fault.
“Hey Lace,” I tried to offer her a greeting.
She ignored me and I deserved that. I sat down next to Cree at the island.
“Have a good night last night, cuz? Sounded like it when you came in.”
Fuck! Cree was even being asshole about the whole deal. Guess that’s what I needed; a good wake up call to realize I couldn’t turn to drugs and sex anymore when my temper got the best of me. I had to make it right somehow, someway; because a life without Lacey in it wasn’t worth living.
“Lacey, listen, I’m sorry. I overreacted and screwed it all up,” I said.
Just as I finished my last word, Sam and Jake made their way into the house with the chicks from last night. Willow grabbed Annie and took her up
stairs to get washed up for breakfast and to avoid the whole fiasco. The brunette climbed up into Lacey’s favorite spot; my lap. This damn bimbo wasn’t shy about it either; both of her ass cheeks were hanging out of her tiny pink shorts. She started nuzzling my neck and peppering kisses all over me.
“Want to reenact some of last night? I don’t think I will ever get enough of your…” Lacey chucked her batter covered spatula in my direction, drilling me right in the bare chest, stopping the bimbo from going on.
“I’m done! I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I’m leaving. Milly, pick me up when you guys are ready to head into Denver,” Lacey yelled in defeat.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she rushed out the backdoor and Jake was hot on her heels. I couldn’t move as fast because of the fucking bimbo sitting on my lap. I pushed her off and followed the pair of them. I stood frozen on the backdoor step as I watched their fight.
“I fucking hate you, Jake.”
“Lacey, calm down. It’s not that bad. We just went out and had some fun.”
“I fucking loved him. Do you hear me? Loved. I fucking loved him. You ruined it. All of it! I never want to see you again.”
“God dammnit! Are you going to let this ruin our relationship after everything we have been through? Lacey, I saved you.”
I saw something in Lacey snap and her eyes lit up with an uncaged wild anger. The poor girl went ballistic, she started throwing punches and clawing at Jake. Cree and Milly ran past me to go to her side. I had caused all of this by being a selfish addicted prick.
“What? You want me to announce to the world how big of a fucking hero you are? How you saved the day by taking me to a dirty garage letting some man cut a baby out of me with a kitchen knife. Oh wait, before that went down, I had to fuck three guys for payment. There ya go, Jake. I don’t owe you anymore. No secrets.”