Chapter 6 Major
The next morning, I woke up pissed because the couch was uncomfortable as hell.
I tossed and turned all night. I didn’t pay the money I did to sleep on a damn couch.
I wanted to go back to the front desk and strangle whoever was there.
This shit was unacceptable, and they should have done a better job at booking the cabins.
At one point, I got up to go to the bathroom, and I almost knocked on the bedroom door and forced Tumy to let me come in.
I paced in front of the door for a minute, but when I heard a low buzzing sound, I paused.
I quietly put my ear to the door, and I could have sworn she was in there pleasuring herself.
I could tell she tried to be quiet, but I did hear a low moan escape her pretty ass lips.
The thought of even watching her made my dick hard.
So not only was I on that bullshit couch, but I also had to try to sleep with a hard dick. The shit was rough.
It was quiet, so I decided to get up and get myself together before Tumy came out of the room. I knew how women were, and I wasn’t trying to argue with her over the bathroom.
I stretched and stood from the couch. I took a moment to fold the cover and placed the pillow on top.
I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and groaned at how much snow had fallen overnight.
Maranda wasn’t lying when she said it was going to storm.
It had to be at least a foot of snow outside, and it hadn’t stopped.
I watched it for a minute or two, then got my clothes from my bag.
Even though I was mad about the couch, I still tried to be quiet as I headed to the bathroom.
I wasn’t completely rude. Plus, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face Tumy again.
I couldn’t get her cute ass face out of my mind.
She had this shy girl next door look about her, but that wasn’t the case.
If I were keeping it real, I wanted to learn more about her.
What made her so comfortable pushing my hand out of her face?
We would have to get better acquainted with each other if we were going to be stuck together. I wasn’t trying to spend the whole time tiptoeing around in order not to offend her.
Since I couldn’t go anywhere, I showered and put on sweatpants and a hoodie.
I thought about still going out to hunt, but the way the snow came down, I probably would get stuck somewhere.
It wasn’t a good idea to go out by myself, and I couldn’t rely on Tumy to even call for help if I didn’t make it back.
I thought about going to the rental office to ask again if they had any vacancies by chance, but I already knew there was no point.
Maranda said they didn’t, and I doubt anyone had left overnight.
I needed to find something to do since I couldn’t go outside.
I wasn’t prepared to stay inside the whole time, so I didn’t bring my laptop or anything.
The cabin had a television, but I wasn’t much of a TV guy unless it was sports or a hunting show.
“Fuck it.” I put on my boots and grabbed my coat. I needed some air, so I stepped out on the porch.
It was still early, but I knew Marcel was up, so I called him.
“What’s good?” he answered on the second ring.
“Man, I’m tired, and my fucking back hurts.” I ran my hand down my face.
I opted out of brushing the snow from the swing chair on the porch and just leaned against the railing.
“You been catching shit?”
“Hell nah. It’s a fucking snowstorm, so I’m stuck inside. Oh, but I’m not by myself.”
“Don’t tell me you brought Tammy’s ass with you.”
I looked at the phone because there was no way he asked me that dumb ass question, because he didn’t even like Tammy. Plus, Tammy and I didn’t do shit besides fuck, so I for sure wasn’t going to take her out of town.
“Come on now. The cabin was overbooked, and I’m stuck here with some chick.”
“Oh, word? What she look like?” I already knew he had a dumb ass smirk on his face.
I ran down everything I noticed about Tumy since she stepped out of the bathroom. She was fucking gorgeous. I had to shake my head at the thoughts that crept into my mind.
“Let me find out you got a crush.” Marcel laughed.
“I’m a grown-ass man; I don’t have crushes.
” I didn’t know shit about Tumy, but I felt something when I looked at her.
Having a crush sounded crazy, but maybe he was right.
“Dawg, I pulled my piece out and had that shit in her face, and she brushed it off like it was nothing. Do you know how that shit made me feel?”
Marcel whistled. “Sounds like shorty won’t take any of your shit.” He laughed.
I thought about how Tammy would do anything I said. Even the chick before her was the same way. Then, before her, my last girlfriend, Tasha, was the same way until she tried to control my ass. She was cool at first, but when she started to change, I had to let her go.
I didn’t want anyone who was a pushover, but I also didn’t want anyone thinking they could control me either.
I liked a good balance. Tumy seemed like the type that wanted to be in control at times, but I also could see her being submissive when she wanted to be.
I could tell all of that about a woman within minutes of meeting them.
I liked to call it a gift. I’d had my share of women, and I picked up certain clues about them.
I could tell whoever Tumy dealt with wasn’t fucking her right, because of her smart-ass mouth.
“If she looks as good as you say, then make shit work. I know if I was stuck with a fine ass woman, I would be trying to fuck.”
Tumy didn’t seem like she was easy, but if the opportunity presented itself, I wouldn’t turn it down.
“I don’t think she fucking with me right now,” I told him. “But I could see there is an attraction there.”
“Make that shit work to your advantage then. So show her how charming you are. I know you ain’t scared.”
“Fuck out of here.”
We talked a little longer before I went back inside.