Hulk Chapter 10 #2
I swiftly got our drinks and put them on the island.
Then I plated up the bacon and placed it in the middle between where we would be sitting.
Smaller plates and forks were put next to it.
The last thing was to fix bowls of our oatmeal.
I placed them on the island after arranging the small bowls containing brown sugar, cranberries, sliced banana, and walnuts. Then, I took my seat next to her.
“I hope you like this. If not, I can make something else,” I offered.
“I love oatmeal, and you put cinnamon and nutmeg in it. I can smell it. Most people don’t, and I wish they did. Thank you for making this while I lazed in the tub.”
“You didn’t laze. And you’re welcome. This is one of my favorite pre- and post-workout breakfasts.”
“If you tell me you work out every day, I’ll hurt you,” she scowled.
I chuckled. “Not every day. Usually, I work out Monday through Friday. On weekends, I take a break. Why would you hurt me?” We prepared our bowls as we talked.
“Because I’m jealous. I try to work out, but going to a gym and having a bunch of strangers around, watching me, isn’t fun.
And doing it at home isn’t either. I don’t have the space for a fully equipped gym.
Capri and I do yoga and Pilates and arm weights, but not five days a week, more like three.
Plus, I have to be careful. If I do too many weight reps on my bottom half, my thighs get even bigger, and so does my ass.
I don’t need that. And nothing reduces my top half. ”
My spoonful of oatmeal froze halfway to my mouth.
“Celeste, don’t ever talk down about your body.
Woman, it’s fucking amazing. I plan to worship it often if you’ll allow me.
If your thighs and ass get bigger, bring it on, I’ll gladly take it.
As for your tits not reducing, bite your tongue.
They’re flawless. The only way I’d say to reduce them is if they’re causing you too much pain. Then I’d part with them.”
Her mouth hung open. I took the bite and watched her. It was several seconds before she spoke.
“You truly mean that, don’t you?” As she asked, I nodded. Celeste kept going. “I can’t tell you how sweet that is. Criticism of one’s body is hard to take. I hate when it happens, so I’ve gotten to the point where I try to change my body.”
“Some guy told you to change your body?” I snapped.
“Actually, a few. Suffice it to say, once they did, we were through.”
I let her take a bite before I asked. “You said earlier it had been a while for you. How long? And who were the men who said that fucking BS to you?”
Her hand came up to rub against my hairy jaw.
She smiled. “Their names don’t matter because they don’t.
They were assholes, and it was more than just the body remarks.
As for how long, don’t laugh at me. I’ve been busy with work and everything to do with Capri.
Men in my life have been few due to them not wanting to be involved with someone who had a kid to raise, especially one that wasn’t from my body.
A few tried, but they never lasted. And others would be fine with a booty call, but nothing more. ”
“Go on. How long?” I wasn’t sure why I was so insistent on knowing, but I was.
“It’s been two-and-a-half years. Capri had gotten through high school and was in college.
The guy thought that I should kick her out since she was technically an adult and could fend for herself.
When I realized he was serious, he was done for.
After him, I just didn’t look to meet anyone. My life was full.”
“Did he go willingly? He just walked away, and that was it? How long were you dating?”
“We dated for a year and no, not just like that. He kept trying to convince me to take him back. After six months, he decreased it to only asking whenever he breaks up with a woman.”
“So he still wants you back,” I stated gruffly.
“He might, but that’s his problem. I’m not interested. What’s with all these relationship questions? Do I get to ask you about yours?”
When one of us was talking, the other ate, so our food didn’t get cold.
“You can ask whatever you want. And I’m asking about yours because I need to know if I’m competing for your heart.
I hope you know that last night wasn’t a casual hookup for me, Celeste.
And I hope that’s not what you want. But if it is, I’m asking you to give me a chance to prove to you how good we can be together, and I’m not talking only about sex. ”
Her mouth was hanging open again. Her eyes were wide open. I waited to see what she’d say.
“Kai, I, wow, I didn’t expect this to be honest. Guys aren’t the ones who generally like to talk about a relationship.
I can say there is no one competing with you.
Last night was incredible, but it was more than that.
Yesterday, what you and your brothers did to help Capri and me was beyond appreciated.
Then we come back, and your entire club embraces us like they’ve been our friends forever.
I’m not a woman who sleeps with guys just to have sex.
But with you, I went into last night hoping you’d do more than kick me out of your bed this morning, but I was willing to risk it to be with you once. That has never happened.”
As soon as the last word left her mouth, I reached out, cupped the back of her neck, and brought her to me.
I latched onto her mouth. I kissed her with all the feelings she had bubbling inside of me.
Along with her usual taste, there was the added sweetness of the brown sugar.
I greedily licked, sucked, and bit her lips and tongue.
Celeste returned my passion. It was the need to see her finish her meal and to talk more about us that made me finally let go.
Her face was flushed, and she was breathing a little raggedly. I felt hot all over, my cock was growing, and I needed more oxygen. Down, you randy fucker. She’s sore. Not now, I sent the message to my cock hoping it would hear and obey. It didn’t.
“Eat, and I’ll talk. You said you were gonna ask me about my relationships.
The answer to that is I haven’t been in one for a long time.
Forming lasting ties of any kind wasn’t my thing.
My home life was dysfunctional, like many of my brothers’ and our friends’ in the various clubs.
My mom was a wonderful mother, as far as I can recall.
She died when I was seven from breast cancer.
I was crushed. Until then, it was mainly her raising me, though I had a dad.
He worked and spent his off time watching sports on television.
“After Mom died, he went sour. He pretty much ignored me, so I cared for myself. And as I got older, I spent time on the streets trying to find ways to earn money to stay afloat. Dad would work for a while and then get fired. Usually, it was due to his temper, but sometimes it was because he called off too much. He’d sit at home in his chair and get lost in television—the bills needed to be paid.
“We moved several times because he lost jobs, and I couldn’t find enough money to pay everything and put food on the table.
Despite that, I refused to be like him. That means I went to school even though when I was younger, I was bullied for my clothes and my dad.
However, that changed when, over the summer of the year I turned fifteen, I shot up and gained weight.
I began working out at home. After that, no one picked on me, but I still dodged CPS and tried to get my dad to re-engage.
It didn’t work. When I turned eighteen, I walked out.
“I continued to make my way. I met Dare a few months after I left home. He tried to talk me into prospecting, but I kept saying no. I thought it was some kind of setup. It took him six months to convince me it wasn’t.
I joined. Dare sponsored me. I was twenty when I patched in and was given the road name Hulk.
“I’m telling you this so you can see that I had no time to date.
Girls didn’t give me the time of day. However, after I joined the club, that changed.
I went a bit wild for a while, but eventually I calmed down.
I tried twice to get into a relationship, but the women I chose failed because they were like club bunnies and hang arounds.
They were into sex and a good time, and it didn’t need to be with the guy they were with.
However, I never got close to wanting one of them for an old lady.
“By now, you must see how old ladies are treated and revered. You don’t make just anyone your old lady. You don’t cheat on her. You make her the center of your being. And it’s meant to be forever. If we can’t commit to that, then we don’t do it.”
She ate and listened. By the time I was through, she was finished. Her arms came around me, and she burrowed into my pecs. I wrapped mine around her, crushing her tits to my chest.
“Kai, I can’t believe how much you had to handle at such a young age.
It makes my heart ache. And to know you went without your family having your back crushes me.
My parents were very involved and loving with Ambrose and me.
Sometimes they were too involved and protective.
I was spoiled because I was a surprise baby, so many years after they had my brother and were told Mom couldn’t get pregnant again.
My brother and I grew up doing the same protective thing, and we only had ourselves, Capri, and Chelsea, Capri’s mom, to focus on.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. As for those girls who wouldn’t give you the time of day until you joined the club, they don’t know what they missed.
As for those women who couldn’t or wouldn’t give you what you needed, that’s their loss.
May I ask? Have you seen or spoken to your dad since you became a Pagan? ” She asked hesitantly.