My Way Series: Books 1-3

by H. J. Bellus

  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’s 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 bonfire. Vicodin and shots of whiskey were the only things that got me through the bonfire 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 I 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 tightened 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’re 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’re 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’re going to need your energy for tonight, Princess” I whispered down into her ear.

  She just giggled and nibbled on some potato chips.

  “I love you, Tripp.”

  ***

  Three Hours Later

  Us men had our asses severely kicked at Pictionary, UNO and Scrabble. Those evil women were cheating their asses off. Annie and Mac finally went to bed after the endless rounds of UNO. Willow thought she fooled everyone when she kept slipping clues to her teammates via hand signals and stuffing shit down her shirt. As the night progressed we inched our table closer to the fire for warmth.

  I couldn’t be fucking prouder of my Princess. By the end of the night she quit her team, being the rebel she was, and jumped in my lap. I was sitting on the end of the table closest to the fire and I caught her eyeing the fire and finding the courage to breath. She became my fucking hero in that instant.

  Once she made herself comfortable in my lap, she was up to no good. I should have known better when she came over to me. Our abstinence shelf life has officially expired. She placed her tight little ass right onto my now throbbing cock and started rubbing up and down on me. She was a sly one.

  Nobody else at the table had a clue. I grabbed a blanket from the cooler and wrapped her up in it. Two could play this game. I snaked my hand under the blanket and found the top of her yoga pants. She let out an audible gasp and the whole table turned to look at her because they all assumed she was starting to have a panic attack because of the smoke that lingered over the picnic table.

  “Sorry, I just realized I forgot to turn off the lights at the salon,” she blurted out as she turned thirty shades of all sorts of turned on.

  My hand delved further into Lacey’s pants, skimming beneath her underwear. Her fucking pussy was hot and slick with heat, making it easy for my fingers to slide in. I decided to get her ready for me tonight, so I slid two fingers in her and stroked her clit with my thumb. Lacey had mad skills when it came to holding a poker face, but this was just about t
o do her in. She laid her head back on my shoulder and pretended to sleep. I continued to finger her slowly. Her pussy started to grip my fingers and I knew she was about to come. My thumb pressed down on her clit and I felt her juices explode in my hand. Lacey sat straight up in my lap and grabbed my clothed cock in her hand and squeezed it tightly.

  “Lightning diarrhea. Fucking run, Tripp,” Lacey barked out as she jumped from my lap and physically drug my ass to the tent.

  ***

  Lacey

  Tripp is going to flip when he sees the surprise I have in store for him. My piercings needed four weeks to heal, and it was time to reveal the bad boys. We had tried our best to keep our hands to ourselves and I kept my boobies covered up for the last four weeks. Keeping my girls covered for a whole month should have earned me an Olympic gold medal. My nipple piercings were going to shock the shit out of him, and I couldn’t wait for his mouth to savor my new pierced girls.

  “Tripp, I have a surprise for you,” I whispered into his ear as I grinded on him.

  We were facing each other in the tent with our arms wrapped tightly around the other’s body. I pulled Tripp’s shirt off over his head and then slid his shorts down to the ground. Tripp tried to pull my shirt off, but I grabbed his hands and placed them back on my ass.

  “You want your surprise first or your cock sucked, baby?”

  I felt extra dirty tonight. Tripp’s head was buried deep into my neck sucking and licking at it.

  “Surprise, then suck my cock.”

  Damn this man. He turned me on with every touch and feel of his perfect tattooed body. His boxer briefs hit the floor of the tent, and then Tripp sat back on the air mattress and I readied myself to reveal the big surprise to my man. I snaked my hands up underneath my hoodie and pulled off my bra. My sweatshirt was off next and my new silver piercings shone in the moonlight streaming through the netted tent roof.

  Tripp’s face falls when his eyes land on his surprise. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me down onto him. I knew Tripp all too well. He’d have to have his lips on my nipples and the piercings immediately. He’s such a tit man! Tripp kissed each new piercing with tender patience, pulling each one into his hot, slick mouth, working them with the right amount of pressure. My wet center started grinding up and down on his hard cock. The friction was just about to throw me over the edge.

  “I need you in me now.”

  I grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his thick, hard cock. He ripped my panties off and tossed them to the side, and then grabbed my hips and placed me down onto him. I sank all the way down and couldn’t move an inch. I put my forehead down on his shoulder and started to cry.

  The feeling of Tripp inside me after all these months took my breath away. Tripp slowly started to move up and down under me as I continued to cry and moan into his shoulder. His calloused hands were on each of my hips, working me up and down. It only took one more time of pushing down onto him and my world started to spin. I bit down into his shoulder and screamed as the pleasure shot through my entire body. Tripp’s skin ripped underneath my teeth and blood started to trickle down his back. My tongue darted out to lap up his blood. With a firm grip on both of my ass cheeks, he let go inside me.

  Tripp flipped me over onto our bouncy air mattress, and I started to giggle while I watched him discard the used condom.

  “You think this is funny?”

  “I just never imagined having sex with my husband for the first time on an air mattress, in the mountains.”

  Tripp climbed up me and covered my body with his. I could feel his hard wet cock brushing on my stomach. I grabbed his cock and smeared his come all over my belly.

  “You are such a naughty girl.”

  Tripp nibbled his way down my body and settled his head between my legs. I grabbed Tripp’s hair and held on for a wild ride. He licked me through several orgasms.

  “Tripp, on your back now.”

  He flipped over without question, with his erection at full mast. I climbed on board and started rocking on his cock. This time, the feel of him didn’t overwhelm me. I slid my hand between us and felt my hot slick wetness on the base of his cock as I rocked up and down on him.

  “Baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “Shut up!”

  I continued riding my husband like a starving beast eating their prey. Tripp flipped me over onto my back and slammed in and out of me. His sweat beads dribbled down my breast. I had to turn my head and bite down into his arm to muffle my screams.

  “You are my fucking drug, Lacey. You are it. I fucking need you to be me. I. Fucking. Love. You,” he growled.

  Tripp sat back on his knees, pulled his cock out of me, and started jacking off to find his release. I wanted to be soaked in his scent. I needed his seed on me. I scooted my ass down further, so he could blow his load onto my belly and tits. The first jet of hot come landed between my breasts and the rest of it sprayed all over my belly. I couldn’t see Tripp’s face because his head was thrown back, but his grunts were clear.

  I grabbed each of my tits and started smearing his come all over me. It was slick and hot and all mine. Tripp looked down and gave me a crooked smile.

  “Come here, baby! I need you on me, Tripp.”

  My loyal beast obeyed and nestled right on top of me, sandwiching his seed between us. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. In that moment, we were one very sticky mess.

  “I love your surprise and can’t wait to nibble on them again. But I am ready for my bj now, baby.”

  Laughter filled our tiny tent as Tripp rolled off me. I went down to fulfill my promise. He was such a lucky bastard; blowing his load in my mouth twice in one day. I didn’t complain. I wanted him for every meal.

  “Tripp, we are a hot fucking mess.”

  Tripp threw me over his shoulder, slipped on his flip-flops and opened the tent as he handed me his iPod.

  “We’re naked, baby. What are you doing?” I squealed, as he started jogging to the river.

  “We need to clean up.”

  “Oh my god! What if there are bears down there? Tripp, take me back to the fucking tent.”

  “Well, you just better run faster than me or you’re going to be bear bait! I hear they like little dirty mouthed blondes.”

  “You fucker. Take me back now.”

  Tripp was laughing so hard he could barely keep jogging. When I realized he wasn’t going to turn around, I started to slap his ass. Tripp finally put me down on the sandy beach where it was fucking freezing. The little romantic bastard had blankets, body wash, lotions and junk food set up on the beach.

  He grabbed me around the waist. “Welcome to your spa, pretty girl.”

  Tripp led me out into the ice cold water as “Hot Mess” by Uncle Kracker started playing on his iPod.

  “How did you know?”

  “You’re my hot mess.”

  Tripp set me on a rock in the middle of the low running river and started dancing to Uncle Kracker under the stars. The man was shaking all of his goods while he lathered up his hot body. He made sure to give his manly parts extra care with extra suds. I was laughing so hard I nearly pissed myself. He started gyrating the night air with his pelvis and then turned around and dropped it like it was hot, only inches from my face. He kept taunting me with his fingers and hips, pointing to me at certain parts of the song to remind I was his hot mess.

  This definitely was a performance for the history books. Tripp ended the night by washing me up, wrapping me in a warm blanket and feeding me junk food on the bank of the river.

  The next two nights followed a very similar routine. He made me dance to “Get Low”, by Lil John, the next night in the middle of the river. He claimed it was his warm up song when he played ball, and that me dancing to it naked in the middle of a river would make his life complete. It became my new favorite song. The image of my muscled freak, warming up to it playing baseball, made me fucking hot for him.

  Wait! I wasn’
t completely naked. I wore his ball cap with my long, wavy blonde hair falling down my back. It didn’t take much convincing on my part to dance for my husband as I would drop my ass for him anywhere. My beast just wanted to see my ass dirty dance.

  My hair was flying all around me as I moved my hips to the start of the song. I even grabbed my crotch a couple times as I got low for Tripp. I had my titties waving in the air as I kept my rhythm grinding with my lady parts to the song. Tripp was perched on the rock resting back on his elbows. At one point, I straddled him while standing up and bent over with my ass in his face. I bounced, wiggled it, got low, dropped it, shook it, backed it up, and ended up popping my pussy on him by the end of the song. I had no idea how fucking erotic the song was.

  We had gone through two air mattresses. Our stamina took them down one at a time. Tripp was a beast of a man, and the magic he was working on me was no contender for the air mattresses. Greyson didn’t appreciate our tent love making, so he crashed on the floor of Cree’s trailer. The wildlife hadn’t complained.

  ***

  It was our last night in the tent, so Tripp and I let it all go. Tripp had me bent over the air mattress, fucking me hard. His right hand covered my mouth to muffle my screams as they burst out of me. I felt Tripp let go and then pull out of me.

  “Lacey,” he whispered.

  There was something wrong. I could immediately tell by the shake in his quiet voice. I tried to turn around to see what was wrong. He pushed me down onto the bed face first. He held me down as he started to talk.

  “Listen to me. Don’t freak out. I fucking mean it. Listen. The condom busted.”

  He kept me held down to the bed. My mind fucking froze with fear. Tripp was whispering in my ear telling me to stay calm and that everything would be fine. I knew he would be fine with me being pregnant. It was me that wouldn’t be fine.