“Well, there’s only ever been one school in the town, but yes,” she said with a giggle. “I’m older than him though. My age is more aligned to Anthony’s age.”
Vic’s older brother.“Oh, okay. He doesn’t talk about his brother too much. I know that he died in service.”
“Yeah, he did. That was a hard time for the family. It was a time for the entire town. The Dawson family really is a staple there,” Mrs. Pressley said somberly.
She stared off for a moment before she focused on me again. “I hope at some point that you realize that you need support outside of yourself. Perhaps Vic can get you to realize that.”
I stood and then shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe he can, maybe he can’t. Time will tell. Are we done here?”
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 saidwith 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.”
