Chapter 10
Tumy and I sat on the couch facing each other after I ate her pussy.
I hadn’t planned on it when I offered her hot chocolate.
When that door was partially opened, I stepped through that bitch with no problem.
Granted, her comment about the hot chocolate didn’t relate to the question I asked, but it was close enough.
She smelled like cookies. How could I not want a taste?
A good fucking taste it was too. I could have eaten that shit longer if I didn’t think she was going to pass out.
Tumy’s shit was like water. Not taste-wise, but wet.
So damn wet. My dick was hard, but I controlled it.
“You sure it ain’t a nigga somewhere waiting for your call?” With a pussy that tasted that good, somebody had to be coming crazy behind her. If she were my girl, I would have been.
She glanced toward the fire, and my jaw ticked. If she were about to tell me that she had a man, I might spazz.
“Not really. I have a sometime person, but I planned on breaking things off with him.”
“Sometime? Is he your boyfriend?”
“No. We just messed around from time to time. What about you?”
I didn’t like the feeling I got when she mentioned another dude. I wasn’t going to worry about it either. Thanks to hunting, my aim was good from any distance, so if I had to put a hole in his neck, I would. I wasn’t some street dude, but I wasn’t a slouch either.
I shook my head at my crazy ass thoughts. I’d only had a taste, and I was ready to body a nigga. Couldn’t imagine if she’d let me slide in that wet shit.
“Nobody worth being concerned about.” I wasn’t with Tammy or anybody else. I never gave anybody a reason to think things were more than they were.
I picked up the remote and put some music on the television.
“I hear you. How long have you been an HVAC tech?”
“Almost ten years. I went to college right after high school and got my associate’s degree. Then I did a three-year apprenticeship. How long have you been in business?”
Her eyes lit up as she tucked a leg under the other one.
“About seven years. I never finished college. I took some classes about skin care and stuff like that. I just had to get all the proper licenses and things.”
“That’s what’s up. I might have to check your stuff out.”
“I’ll make sure you get a discount on your first purchase.”
We continued to talk about our lives. She told me about her love of photography and peanut butter cookies. I told her more about hunting, like the types of guns I used.
We shared stories about our childhoods. She briefly talked about the relationship she used to have with her brother, but didn’t go into detail about what made them not talk anymore. I could tell the conversation made her uncomfortable, so I changed the subject.
“What the fuck!” I jumped when I saw something black run up to Tumy.
When I focused on it, I noticed it was a black cat. Tumy reached down to pick it up as she laughed way too hard.
“It’s my cat, Sparrow. Say hi, Sparrow.” She pointed one of the cat’s paws in my direction.
“Tumy, why the fuck do you have a cat in here? Where has it been all of this time?”
Tears fell from her eyes as she continued to laugh and rub the cat’s head.
“You’re a stranger, so he hid from you. He came out for breakfast, then went back into hiding.”
I shook my head. “I don’t like cats.”
Her hand flew to her chest, and she gasped. She looked like she was appalled by what I said.
“You pointed a gun in my face, and you hunt animals, but you are scared of cats.” She pulled the cat to her chest and gave him a light squeeze.
“Them muthafuckas are sneaky.”
“How?”
I went on to tell her how a cat snuck up on me one time while I was outside playing.
The bitch scratched me, and since then, I hadn’t liked cats.
If it weren’t so sneaky, I would have known it was here the whole time.
I remembered something ran by when I first got to the cabin, but I forgot about it since I didn’t see it again.
I wished his black ass had stayed hidden.
“Pet him.” She grabbed my hand, but I pulled it back.
“I’m good.”
“Major. Pet the cat, please. I promise he won’t bite you or anything.”
I slowly reached toward the cat and touched the top of his head. I rubbed him the way Tumy did, and he closed his eyes. A weird sound came from him that got louder the longer I rubbed his head.
“What the hell is that noise?” I snatched my hand back.
“It’s called purring.” Tumy giggled.
“I ain’t touching him anymore.” I frowned at the cat.
“You don’t have to. Thank you for at least trying.”
Our conversation switched to television shows and movies we liked to watch. I found out we had a few favorites in common. We even liked some of the same music.
Every so often, I would glance down at the cat, but he paid me no mind as he slept on her lap.
When he woke up, he got down and ran off somewhere.
I always assumed I would be able to smell a cat if one were around, but I didn’t smell her cat.
I’d been to a chick’s house who had a hard time cleaning out the litter box, and her house stunk.
I didn’t even bother with sitting down on her couch.
As soon as that smell hit me, I acted like I forgot about a meeting and bounced.
I blocked her ass before my ass could even hit the seat of my car.
“Do you like to travel?”
“I do because it gives me a new opportunity to hunt for different animals that I can’t find around here. I don’t do it as much as I would like, though. In some places, it’s a crime to hunt, so I just go to get away. If it’s a place where I could hunt, then I’m hunting.”
“I haven’t traveled far in a while. I’ve been too busy with business. Before we know it, spring will be here, and I have to switch out products. The body butters are better in the cold weather, but in the summer, we sell more of the oil.”
The conversation changed back to traveling. We shared the different places we’d gone to over the years. Tumy did a little more traveling than I did.
When the evening rolled around, we cooked dinner together as we talked more. I never talked to a woman for that long, and especially in the same day. It seemed like we would never run out of things to talk about.
“I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” I told her after she yawned a few times.
She stretched her arms and legs. “I think you are right. It has been a long day.”
I stood from the couch and stretched my hand out toward her. She placed her hand in mine and pushed up from the couch.
We walked to the bedroom but stopped when we reached the door.
She leaned against the door, and I stood in front of her. I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek.
Tumy looked up at me, and I licked my lips. I could still taste her on my tongue even after so many hours had passed.
I leaned down and softly kissed her lips.
“Sleep well, Tumy.”
“You too, Major.”
I kissed her one more time. “Call me if you need me instead of using that vibrator.”
Her eyes stretched as she gasped and hit me in the chest.
“You heard me?” she whispered like someone else was in the house with us.
“I did. That was the reason why I ate your pussy. I wanted to hear your moans in person. I loved it, too. I can’t wait to hear it while you’re on my dick.”
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then went to the living room. I’d give her one more night alone, but I would be with her in that bed before our time was over.