Chapter 8 Major
I watched Tumy as she made two plates. I noticed how nervous she got when I entered her space.
I had an urge to kiss her but refrained.
She wore leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that hung off one shoulder.
Her hair was pulled into a bun. A few strands of hair must have fallen out while she was dancing.
She danced like she had two left feet. It didn’t matter if she did or not.
I liked the way her hips moved, and that was the important thing.
“Thank you.” I looked down at the plate Tumy put in front of me, and the omelet looked good, and the toast was perfectly toasted and buttered.
“You’re welcome.” She sat in the seat across from me.
I cut into the omelet and ate a piece. Tumy watched me as I chewed. I pretended to choke, and the panicked look on her face made me laugh hard as hell.
“My bad. This is good.”
“Go to hell, Major. The next time you may choke for real.” The shit-eating grin on her face made me a little nervous.
Tumy looked innocent, but they were the sneaky types.
“I couldn’t help it. It is good for real.” I scooped some of the omelet onto a piece of toast.
“Thanks.” Tumy cut into her omelet and ate some of it.
I was hungrier than I thought, and I fucked that food up. I wanted to ask her for another one, but I didn’t want to push my luck. I was surprised and grateful that she even offered to feed me in the first place.
“I know we didn’t get off on the right foot, so I’d like to apologize.”
Tumy dropped her fork on the plate and looked up at me. Her eyes looked brighter from the sun shining through the window.
“I can apologize as well.” She stretched her hand across the table. “I’m Tumy. It’s nice to meet you.”
An electric jolt shot through me when our hands touched. “I’m Major. It’s nice to meet you as well.”
She looked at me for a second, then continued eating her food.
“So, what brought you out here?” I asked. I didn’t want to remind her about Valentine’s Day since she freaked out the first time. I was curious as to why she was alone in the mountains.
“It’s peaceful. Everyone is probably out buying unnecessary gifts and planning extravagant dinners for someone whom they probably wouldn’t do it for any other month. I just didn’t want to be around all that lovey-dovey shit.”
I was surprised she answered this time. I nodded as I took a swig of the orange juice that sat on the table.
Someone must have hurt her feelings because that was the only reason why a woman would feel the way she did about Valentine’s Day.
Most women loved shit like that, even Tammy, which was why she got upset that I wouldn’t bring her with me.
“I feel you.”
“Is that why you are here?” she asked.
“Yes and no. I didn’t have plans to do anything, and I knew there would be fewer people trying to hunt out here. I was wrong about it being a lot of people since there are no open cabins or rooms anywhere.”
Even though the place was booked, most of the people were probably couples trying to spend time with each other. Nobody should be outside hunting, especially with all the snow that continued to come down.
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting so many people to be out here either. Oh well. We’re stuck in here anyway. I’m sure you can’t go out there and hunt, can you?”
“It’s probably not a good idea to. Visibility is probably low, and the animals are probably hiding anyway.”
I wasn’t going to try to go out there and not be able to see shit. It was a recipe for disaster.
“What kind of animals do you hunt anyway? And you don’t think it’s wrong to kill them?”
“I’ve hunted different types of animals. One of my favorites is turkeys, because I tend to fry them.”
Her eyes widened as she gasped. She placed her hand on her chest, and I chuckled at her dramatics.
“Major, that’s cruel.”
I reached under the table and shifted my dick when she said my name. She was serious, but it still sounded sexy as hell.
“Do you eat meat?”
“Yeah, but—”
“No but. You do know someone has to kill them, too?”
She looked down at her plate for a minute. I was surprised she even asked, because most women I talked to didn’t give a damn what I did as long as I dropped off dick to them.
“I guess you are right. It just seems different to kill it yourself.”
“It is. It’s healthier, too, because you know for a fact there are no added chemicals. If it makes you feel better, I hardly ever catch anything. I just like being out there.”
Hunting was a chance for me to quiet all the thoughts in my head.
Some days, I thought about the fact that I didn’t have a wife or even a girlfriend.
Other days, I loved being single. Sometimes I wondered if I would have kids or not.
Being out in the woods or the mountains waiting for a kill was peaceful.
When Marcel came with me, it allowed us to bond and talk about shit we couldn’t talk about with everyone.
Marcel and I played around and clowned each other at times, but he was truly my best friend.
I knew I could be vulnerable and honest with him.
We needed that shit in a world that forced us to be hard all the time.
Even women expected a hard ass dude 24/7 but then got confused when a man didn’t want to show emotion.
The shit was weird to me. I wanted to feel secure in a relationship so that I could shed the hard exterior I had to maintain outside of the house.
“I can see that. It’s interesting. I never met a black dude who hunted before.”
“If the snow lets up, maybe you can go out there with me.”
“Um, I’ll pass.” She giggled.
Our plates had been pushed to the side as we continued to talk.
She informed me that she tended to come to the mountains often.
It was crazy that we never ran into each other before, since we both liked the cabin we stayed in.
There were other cabins in the area, but this one was the best. There were fewer people around, and I didn’t have to deal with anyone at the front desk if I didn’t want to. It truly was secluded, and I loved it.
I leaned over the table and fixed my gaze on her.
The whole time we sat at the table, we exchanged flirty glances.
Her hands were on the table, so I reached across and rubbed my fingers over the back of hers.
She looked down at my hand but didn’t say anything.
I wanted to believe that what I felt while we talked, she felt the same way.
“Do you have a man at home, Tumy?”
She hesitated for a moment until she said no.
A slow smile spread across my face as she shifted her seat.
“I wouldn’t give a fuck anyway, but it’s good to know.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. I’m gonna clean the kitchen.” I removed my fingers from her warm skin, stood from the chair, picked up our plates, and walked them to the sink. It was the least I could do since she cooked the food.