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 peoplearound, 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.
I felta rush of butterflies in my stomach when he caressed the back of my hand and oddly missed his touch when he removed his hand.
“I can help,” I told Major as I stood.
“I got it. I appreciate you for cooking breakfast.” His eyes traveled the length of my body as he licked his lips.
“And I appreciate you for grabbing the wood and for offering to clean the kitchen.”
I could have let him do it by himself, but I didn’t mind washing dishes. I actually preferred it over the dishwasher. It surprised me that he even offered to do anything. I stood next to him at the sink and turned the water on. I squirted dish soap into the pan and waited for it to fill up.
My stomach felt jittery standing so close to Major and inhaling his scent.
“So, what does a typical day in the life of Major look like?” I washed the dishes, and Major rinsed and dried them off. It wasn’t a lot, because I only used one pan and a couple of utensils. Then our plates and cups.
“It depends on the day. Most of the time, I go to work. I’m an HVAC technician. Other times, out in the wild hunting, or at home relaxing. I also spend time with my parents. What about you?” He put the last dish in the dish rack, then sprayed the sink with a cleaner and wiped it out.
I stood to the side watching him because he was just as neat as I was.
“Before you answer that, do you want some hot chocolate, and we can go to the living room and chill?”
“Yes, that sounds good.” I sat at the table as he moved around the kitchen getting what he needed. “To answer your question, most of the time, I’m making products or learning new formulas for new products. Other times, I’m in meetings or scheduling promotional videos and stuff like that. I own a beauty and skin care line—Butta Bawdy. We sell multiple types of products, but the body butters are the most popular, and they were the first thing I started with.”
