5. Gunner
“Don’t you drop that fucking back, Belle. You talked all that mean girl shit. Let me find out you can’t take dick,” I taunted her.
A couple more drinks at the club led to Belle and me on a wall with her dancing on my dick, to us kissing on that same wall, to her leaving with me.
Fucking was the next sensible thing to do.
“Gu-Gunner! What the fuck?” She moaned with her words.
“What are you doing to me?” Her face was in the pillow while her hands pulled at the sheets.
I put my foot up on the bed and angled myself to the left.
She had a lil G-spot over there that liked to play peek-a-boo.
“How’s my energy now, Belle? Is it giving lil dick energy?”
It was ironic because I was holding a strong nine inches with girth that filled bitches to the brim and a devil’s curve.
I wasn’t some horse hung nigga, but my big dick energy matched my expertise skill level.
“Talk to me.”
“No, no, it’s not lil dick energy. Fuck, this dick is so good.” Her confession was expected.
When her legs faltered and she dropped to the bed, I allowed my body to fall with her.
The way she peeked over her shoulder let me know that she knew that she fucked up.
There was no need to taunt her with my mouth.
I would let the dick handle that.
Her vice grip pussy tightened around my dick.
“I’m about to cum.” No shit, tight ass pussy girl.
“Ah, ah!”
She put one of her hands behind her back, trying to push me back.
Nah, that wouldn’t do at all.
I grabbed her wrist to hold it behind her.
“Aht, aht, aht. That’s not what we’re going to do. I need you to be a big girl and take this dick. You can’t be a bitch around here and not be able to take dick, Adabelle.”
Yeah, I talked a lot of shit because I wanted to, and I could.
Did I see us fucking?
Hell no. In the beginning, I thought I was going to toss her ass into my lake.
As she spent more time at my house, taking care of My Boy, then eventually Stitch, we got to know each other a little more on the surface level.
Under all that hard mean shit, she was a female that wanted to fit in.
With what, I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t think she knew.
“Fuck!”
My nut snuck up on me when her pussy did this little pulse action.
It had to be her attitude that turned her fake husband off.
There was no way this pussy was it.
My eyes landed on the clock that was on my bedside table.
It was three in the damn morning.
The sound of light snores had my head snap in Belle’s direction.
Her ass was on her stomach, stretched out and knocked out.
That was that dick coma.
She jolted out of her sleep when I smacked her ass.
“Come on and get in this shower with me.”
Her pout was cute.
When I told her that I would make it worth her while, all the sleep left her eyes.
She sat up, stretched her arms, and was in the bathroom before me.
I told her not to turn the water on hell hot when I heard the water come one.
Women would burn your skin off with the temperature of the water, then had the gall to look at you like something was wrong with you.
I smiled when I saw that she was already in the shower.
Let’s see if her thick ass could take this dick in the shower.
A LITTLE BIT LATER…
“Cuz, I have a question. I want to know the magic behind the madness. Explain to me how you went from wanting to choke the damn girl to choking her with your dick?” Toolie asked.
It was a beautiful day, so I decided to pull the grill out, bring my dogs out so they could play in the lake, and I could chill with my people.
My sister and Tink were on their way over.
I told my parents to come through as well.
When they did, it was only for my mama to bring side dishes.
They claimed that they didn’t want to hang with a bunch of youngins.
With a chuckle, I responded, “Shut the hell up. Man, I’ll blame the first encounter on the alcohol.” When he asked what I would blame the other encounters on, I chuckled again.
“Man, that was just superb pussy and dick joining together to take over the world.”
I laughed when he called Belle and me, Pinky and the Brain.
Belle and I had sex almost every day since our first time.
She came over late at night, we got our nuts, she went to sleep, and was gone by the time I woke up in the morning.
She had unwittingly turned me into her sneaky link.
“So, what you going to do with that? You just trying to keep it on some just fucking, or you planning to make it deeper than that?” he asked.
That is a good question.
I thought about his question for longer than I wanted to.
“I didn’t plan to fuck her. At this point, I’m just going to go with whatever it is or going to be. You know me. I’m never pressed about some pussy.”
Toolie looked at me through the slits of his eyes.
“Ok, Mr. Unpressed. Remember you said that because I damn sure am.”
My dog babies were having the time of their lives.
A couple of years ago, I had the shore of the lake turned into what looked like a beach.
The lake on our land was large.
My parents, sister, and my house were along it.
On the other side of the lake, I gave it the beachfront vibe as well for the town.
During the summertime, it was the place to be.
My mother and sister had a food truck that opened only during the summer, during lake hours that made amazing money.
“While you’re talking about me, what’s up with you and Gabrielle?” Toolie had a lot to say about what I had going on but was on mute about his little thing with Belle’s best friend.
His goofy smile told me that whatever I thought it was, it was more than that.
“Shit, I’m trying to get that girl to move here. Gabby about to have all my babies and last name.”
My eyes bucked.
“Dude, you’ve known that girl all of a few weeks. She was only here for a week. What kind of voodoo does she have to get the infamous Taquan Toolie Beckett talking about babies and marriage?”
“Cuz, she’s different. I had to ask her how the fuck her and Adabelle became friends. They’re like polar opposites. I’on know, man. Her conversation is good, she’s caring and all that shit. Oh, and the pussy, I need that with me every day.” This man was actually blushing.
“Yeah, that’s my ole lady.”
Toolie was what most would consider the town ho.
He took no one seriously.
There was a time when it was very different.
He and his high school sweetheart had a baby when we were juniors in high school.
Everyone knew he and Greta were going to get married.
That train came to an abrupt halt when he found her diary, read it, and found out that she cheated.
What was worse than the cheating was him reading that she had doubts that their son was his.
My cousin played it smoothly.
Without her knowledge, he got the baby tested.
When he found out the son that he’d raised for almost five years wasn’t his, he completely crashed out.
He ended up going to jail for assaulting her.
That was a hard time in his life, and emotionally, I wasn’t sure if he ever recovered.
The real father of Greta’s son wanted nothing to do with them.
She ended up moving out of Newsome a few months before Toolie came home.
“Shit, I’m happy you found someone that is willing to cut for you like you cut for them. Happiness looks good on you.” Toolie was the reckless one of the family.
Before his assault charge, he’d been locked up for drugs and shit.
It was ironic that the Greta situation was the first time that he got caught up with a violent charge.
I guess you couldn’t be charged with bodies that couldn’t be found.
Toolie and I talked for a few more minutes about his Gabby before we got up to play with my babies.
They all got excited when I pulled out the bag of balls.
I didn’t plan to fire up the grill until the girls arrived.
About thirty minutes into our playing, the sounds of dogs barking caused me to turn my head in the direction of the barks.
My Boy and Stitch were running full speed toward me.
The hell are they doing here?
I was surprised to see Belle.
I was more surprised to see Gabby.
My glance shifted to Toolie.
You would be able to see his smile from the space station.
He threw the ball for my babies to run after, then headed toward his girl.
It was surprising that she was here because she was supposed to be in California.
My attention was glued on Belle.
She looked good as fuck in her shorts and crop top T-shirt.
Her ass was thick as fuck and knew exactly what to wear to flatter her shape.
I loved that shit. There was nothing worse than a woman who thought because it came in her size, regardless of what it was, that she could wear it.
Confidence was an amazing thing to have as a person, but there was such a thing as delusion.
“Gunner, you better not have already cooked the meat,” my sister fussed as soon as she got to me.
Her ass was greedy as hell.
You would never know that with her skinny ass.
My face twisted. “Nadine, don’t get on my nerves. If I had already grilled the meat, you would still be able to smell it. What’s up, Tink and Belle. I’m surprised to see you two together.”
Tink waved me off.
“Nigga, as much as you fuck on her, you would think that you would know we been worked that out.” She rolled her eyes when Belle pushed her with a blushing smile.
“Man, when are you planning to start the meat? Auntie Mabel said she brought over some sides already.”
Correction, my sister and Tink are greedy as hell.
“Y’all get on my fuckin’ nerves. Belle, come with me. I wanna holla at you.”
She started to say something but stopped when I grabbed her hand to pull her with me.
She didn’t have shit to say.
When we got into my kitchen, I told her to sit on a stool at the island.
I cleaned and seasoned the meat yesterday to be grilled.
I was only grilling chicken, steak, and pork ribs.
I wasn’t going to grill ribs, but my sister brought them over yesterday for me to cook.
“What’s up witcha?” I asked her after I got the pans out of the refrigerator.
“You look good today.”
She smiled coyly.
“Thank you, Gunner. You look good too.” Her eyes stayed on me for a beat before she did a triple blink.
“I’m doing pretty good. I’ve been thinking about going back to school, so I’ve been looking into online classes.”
My eyes widened.
“Word? Tell me more about that.” I listened attentively as she told me that she wanted to finish school and maybe start a business.
“Oh, that is what’s up. What kind of business you want to start?”
This was my first time hearing her talk about anything outside of fucking, My Boy, and Stitch.
When she came over at night, all we cared about was getting our nuts.
When we texted each other, it was about the dogs or what time she was coming over.
I guess it was time to expand our conversations.
“I’m not really sure yet. When I was younger and in college, I made my own jewelry. I was really good at it. No one really liked me here, but in college, I sold them. Last week I went to the craft store and bought what I needed to make some pieces.” Her hand fidgeted with the bracelet on her wrist.
“Is that one of your pieces?” I asked, reaching out for her hand.
The bracelet was very pretty.
I could see people wanting to buy it.
There was so much pride in her smile.
“Yes, it is. I made this one last week with this necklace.” Her hand went up to the necklace that hung there.
The pieces were beautifully whimsical.
Belle never came across as that kind of female.
Well, she did sometimes.
When she was on my dick, she was very whimsical.
As I picked out the details of her necklace, something dawned on me.
“Is your favorite color red?”
I just noticed that she wore a lot of the color.
When I thought back to the times we’d fucked, if she had on panties, they most likely were red.
She always had on something that was red.
With a smile, she responded.
“Yes, it is.”
I grabbed the pan of meat from the counter and walked around the island where she sat to stand in front of her.
Belle was a beautiful woman.
Regardless of how hard she tried to deny her country ways, the longer she was here, the more they seeped through.
It was refreshing to see.
“I hope I can see you in some red later.”
She knew what it was with her pretty ass.
Over the weeks, her attitude had improved.
She still needed work, but it was a vast improvement from where she started from.
When I was in her, her attitude was just fine.
The girls went into the house when I came out to start the food.
Some time later, they all came out in bathing suits.
I had to do a doubletake.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about her in that bathing suit in front of my cousin.
She, Tink, Gabrielle, and Nadine sat on the lounge chairs that were on the dock.
I snickered when My Boy and Stitch stopped playing to go lie next to their mommy.
They didn’t play about her.
“What’s Gabrielle doing here?” I asked Toolie.
His eyes hadn’t left her as she sat on the dock.
“She said she missed me. She asked her boss for some time off.” His stare left her, then came to me.
“Yeah, I got to find her somewhere to work here. Her job is bullshit any damn way. My baby stays stressed.”
“Toolie, let her be the CPA for your businesses.” My cousin made good on the money he made in the street by opening businesses.
He owned the only smoke shop in town, a franchised Pelican’s Snowball, two food trucks, and a hookah lounge.
All of his businesses stayed lit.
He built all of them on some of his land.
People came out on nice days to enjoy his food trucks and snowballs.
A little over a year ago, he had the ingenious idea to build a play area.
He had to go through town council to do so but got it done.
There was a huge playground, an area with water spigots that shot water up from the ground, as well as covered and uncovered seating areas.
Construction was just completed on a barn event space that he had built.
It had a full industrial kitchen, other rooms for dress preparation, and whatever else was needed.
He hired a firm out of Birmingham to set the space up for a mock event to take pictures of the space and build the website.
When the website went live, there was an overwhelming interest in the space from people outside of our town.
That brought up the need for lodging, and my cousin was there to answer the call.
He was just approved and zoned to build a hotel.
“Damn, I’ve never thought about that shit. That is what the fuck she does,” Toolie said before he popped himself in the forehead.
The sound of laughter and screams drew Toolie’s and my attention.
Belle had jumped into the water from the dock with her babies right behind her.
I wasn’t sure why that shocked the hell out of me.
She seemed too vain to get her hair wet on a whim.
I watched her climb up the stairs onto the dock.
I had to control my dick from bricking up.
“Fuck.”
“Aye, y’all come eat!” I needed to do anything to get my mind off taking Belle into the bathroom and fucking her hair straight.
This damn girl is driving me crazy.
“This food is so good,” Belle said with a rib hanging from her mouth.
This was my first time seeing her eat anything past a bag of chips.
I wasn’t sure if it was the menu, but she wasn’t a bashful eater.
I liked that.
I finished chewing my food.
“Thank you. Grilling is what I do.”
We were at the long table that I had on my covered, air-conditioned deck.
Most of our family gatherings were held here or at my parents’ house.
That didn’t say much because our houses were within walking distance of each other.
“Bro, instead of me taking care of the dogs while you’re gone, why don’t Belle do it?” Nadine randomly suggested.
“She knows everything to do, so yeah. She should do it.”
Belle put her fork down on her plate.
“Wait, what? Where are you going that you need someone to watch your dogs?”
My head tilted slightly, then it dawned on me.
I’d taught her how to take care of my dog babies, now we were fucking, but we’d never gotten into conversations about what I did to make money.
All of my trophies and awards were in my office which I kept the door closed to, so my dogs didn’t go in there unless I wanted them to.
“I’m a pro-angler. I have a competition to defend my title coming up.”
She tried hard to keep a neutral face but failed.
“Oh, I never knew that. Is that what you do for a living?”
“It is. I’m also a professional hunter who works with a government agency on species control when needed, and I’m a hunting guide for safari hunters in Africa. I stay in Africa for a couple months out of the year to do that. I own a home over there that’s close to the resort that I work at.” I laid out everything that I did.
With the silence around the table, it felt like everyone awaited some huge climax.
I wasn’t sure what it was.
“Oh, wow, I… I didn’t know any of that. You said you were a champion. Did I miss the trophies or whatever in the house? I mean, I knew you fished and hunted. I mean, this is Newsome, who doesn’t?”
I tittered because she had a point.
“Yeah, you’re right. My trophies are in my office. Beside my dog breeding, I make money competing.”
“Oh, does that bring in good money?” She tried to act nonchalant like she didn’t care.
I knew better though.
That wasn’t a bad thing because it was understood that she wanted a provider.
There was nothing wrong with a woman wanting to be provided for.
The problem came into play when they were ungrateful or took advantage of the situation.
Before I could answer, Tink did for me.
“Belle, let’s not backslide. We’ve come too far. Now look around you. Does this look like the house and layout of a person who is broke?” She looked at me, then said, “I’ll answer for you, cuz. My cousin’s bags are heavier than your fake ex-husband.”
“Shut up, Tink,” Belle quipped.
Although she rolled her eyes, a smile sat on her face.
Their getting along now was weird as hell.
I watched their interactions all afternoon, and it was genuine.
“I never said he was broke,” she mumbled.
They started to go back and forth over whether she did or didn’t call me broke in the past. I wanted to know the answer to the original question.
“Belle, do you want to take care of my babies while I’m gone? I’ll be gone a week.”
“I guess we can discuss that later.” She shrugged her shoulders before she continued to eat her food.
She tried to inconspicuously peek at me, but it didn’t work.
I was locked in on her.