Chapter 7 Minnow #2
She stood with a smile. “We are, Miss Winters. I’ll see you again at your next appointment.”
Yeah, she was through with my ass for today. That was fine with me. I was done with her.
A Hard Head Makes a Soft Behind . . .
“It’s the same thing with her. Support group, support group, support group,” I fussed to Vic, who stood beside me as I washed dishes.
On the nights that he cooked, I washed dishes, and vice versa.
We were a team, and I loved that we moved as one.
Vic leaned back against the counter near me with his cup of coffee in his hand.
This man loved coffee in a way that I never knew it could be loved.
He was a black coffee, no sugar, no cream kind of man.
He claimed it was the purest way to taste the authenticity of the bean.
I yammered on for another five minutes before I noticed that Vic had yet to say anything. “Baby, are you listening to me?”
“Yes, baby. I’m listening to you whine about something that someone suggested you should do that could help you,” he said with a straight face. He took a sip of his coffee while my mouth dropped.
I turned the water off, wiped my hand on the towel, then turned my body to face him. “I’m not whining. I’m just saying that I don’t really see the value in going to sit around a bunch of people talking about the worst days of their lives. How is that helpful?”
“It’s helpful for you to learn how to recognize your triggers, then learn how to deal with them. You get to bond with people who understand you because they understand what you’ve been through. You’re gonna need people, baby,” he said.
I took the few steps to stand in front of him. He placed his coffee cup on the counter when I walked into his space. His arms wrapped around me as I stood on the tips of my toes to kiss his lips. “All I need is you.”
“That sounds cute, but I’m wise enough to know that you need more. How about you come to a meeting with me one day? I plan to go to one next week anyway with what happened a little bit ago,” he said with his eyes on me.
It felt like a whole ass conspiracy. Everybody wanted me to sit around a circle and make nice with a bunch of vets. I didn’t want to make nice with folks when I was active duty in the military. My body lowered slowly, and my eyes stayed on him. “How about I suck this dick?”
His bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He crossed his arms over his chest, then angled his head. “That’s what you’re gonna do, huh? Let me see you put that muthafucka down your throat, Min.”
I pulled his beautiful dick out of his sweatpants. My hand moved down the shaft to the base then back toward me. I used my tongue to circle the head, then I gave it a kiss before I spit on it. My mouth opened, and his dick went deep. His moans invigorated me.
When his hand went to the top of my head, I knew he was about to put in his own work. He held my head in place, then started to fuck my face. “You think suckin’ my dick is going to make me forget about our conversation, love? You think I’m that tinder dick?”
He fucked my mouth with no remorse. I really did think that I could divert this conversation to a later date, like February 30th.
I guess he found me out. I moaned as I took him in and out of my mouth.
He was deep in my throat. Right as I got into it, he pulled his dick out and told me to bend over.
I stood to my full height, then shimmied out of my little ass sleep shorts. I turned my back to Vic and bent over on the kitchen island. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Smack! His hands spread my ass cheeks, then the head of his dick slid in slowly. Once he was about a fourth of the way in, it was fuck all that slow shit. “Min, why do you have to be so fuckin’ hardheaded?”
I could barely think when he fucked me like he was, but he wanted to ask questions. His dick felt like a car drifting in a tight tunnel. It was fuckin’ it up in there. “I’m not! I . . . I don’t need it.”
He slammed into me a few times before he slowed his stroke. “So, you don’t need it, but I do? Damn.”
I started to say something, but he told me to hush and just take the dick. Like he always did, he made sure I had at least two orgasms before he nutted.
After he cleaned himself up, he smacked my ass, which was still bare.
“I’m going to shower, then go to bed. As far as the support group thing, you’re grown, so do as you please.
The fact that you are so adamant about claiming you don’t need it and won’t go tells me how much you need it.
What’s the worst that could happen if you went, Min? Good night.”
He left me standing in the kitchen like we didn’t sleep in the same bed. I cleaned myself up, finished the dishes, then headed upstairs. I knew enough to know that Vic secured the house.
When I got into the bedroom, Vic had just gotten out of the shower. It felt like he was mad at me, but I wasn’t sure. We were in new territory. “Vic, I didn’t mean to insult you in the kitchen.”
He dropped his towel to put on his boxers. He didn’t respond until they were on. “You didn’t offend me, love. I don’t have an offensive spirit. You did disappoint me.”
Well, that didn’t make me feel good. I sat down on the bed bench. “How did I disappoint you? All because I don’t want to go to a stupid meeting?”
He closed his eyes for a second with a sigh.
“Please don’t downplay the importance of support groups because you don’t see the benefit.
I am not offended, but it is offensive. I am disappointed because you are not willing to look past yourself.
Min, we are two vets that have diagnosed PTSD.
We have some of the same and potentially different triggers.
Love, I need to know that you are willing to use the resources available to you to better handle your triggers.
“I’ve seen PTSD ruin relationships and families where only one person was diagnosed, and they didn’t take it seriously. Baby, imagine two.” He moved and sat next to me. “Min, all I want is peace for you. The peace that exists outside of me for you.”
I smacked the tear that fell from my eye. “Can I think about it, please?” I asked.
He kissed my temple. “Love, you can do whatever you like. I didn’t tell you to force you to do anything. I just want you to know my stance on it.”
A Little Time Later
Fuck Around & Find Out . . .
Errrrrt! Errrrrt! Errrrrt!
The alarm startled me out of my sleep. It took me a minute to focus and realize where I was. I glanced next to me to see Vic was already out of bed. He was at the dresser urgently dressing.
“Baby, what is that alarm for? What’s going on?” Worry weighed my words down.
He faced me after he had his shirt on. “It’s the alarm to let us know that someone has crossed our property line. No one should cross the property line anywhere except the front. Our entire property is fenced off.”
My eyes bulged because their property is huge. I climbed out of bed to throw on shorts. I already had on one of Vic’s tank T-shirts.
Vic rushed out of the room, and I was on his heel. He mentioned an alarm for the property, but I never imagined that it was that startling. He walked into the office of his house that had a wall of monitors that covered the farm. He picked up a two-way radio. “Vince, you copy?”
“I got you, Bro. I’m looking at the monitors. You see anything? Over,” Vince asked.
Vic and I both scanned the monitors. I pulled my sneakers on. Neither of us saw anything. He pressed the PPT. “I don’t see nothing yet.”
I pointed at the top corner monitor. “There!” I counted. “I count eight. Who are they?”
“What the fuck?” Vic mumbled. He pressed the PPT. “Eight. Right. Back. Meet me front, left, in five. Over.”
“Copy,” Vince said. The radios went dead.
Vic grabbed another radio, then turned to me. He handed me the radio. “Watch the monitors and radio channel two where they are, love.”
I heard him. “Okay.”
He walked over to the wall across from the monitor to the bookshelf. He pulled out a book, and the wall went in. It was a whole damn arsenal. I wanted to get into it, but I needed to stay focused. I pressed the PPT. “Move in steady. Masked up.”
It took less than two minutes for my baby to get what he needed and leave the house. My heart dropped at the sight of him in a tactical vest. I did not like this. I did not like this at all. My mind raced, and I felt useless.
Moments later, I saw Vince and Pop Carl in the bottom-left monitor. Yeah, no. They both had on tactical vests as well. This was a military family, and they were in war mode. Pop Carl was seventy-six. If his ass could get out there, then so could I. I would just do it in a different way.
Dawson’s farm had watchtowers around the land that averaged forty feet tall.
That would be the perfect place for me to get a better view.
I needed to decide which tower I needed to be at.
I rushed to the room that I used to sleep in to get what I needed.
When I got to the monitor, I communicated the new location of whoever it was on the farm.
They had split into groups of two and were getting close to the livestock in the pasture.
The moon was high and bright tonight which provided the natural light that I needed for my NVD (night vision device).
The two-way radios had earpieces. I placed my tactical vest on, clipped the radio on it, then placed the earpiece in my ear.
I continued to scan the monitors. Vic, Vince, and Pop had on their own night vision.
Gasp! “They’re shooting cattle! Over!” I communicated. I had seen enough.
“Moving in. Pop, contact left,” Vic called.
My mind triggered, and I was in a zone. I knew the tower I needed to be at. With my rifle on my back, I sprinted to the watchtower. It took me less than two minutes to climb it and get in position.
My bipod was steady, scope dialed, and body prone. I scanned the pasture. “Two, twenty meters, left, Pops,” I called.
The hostiles were all masked up, so I had no idea who they were. What the fuck is going on? I had no spotter, so this was on me. “Ten meters, Pops.” I would not let my family down. A firearm was raised in the direction of Pop. My finger reacted with a squeeze.