Now as wrong as it may be, the first thing that pops into my head is her: Bella sitting up on top of the ugly counters, naked and spread bare, just waiting for me to dive right in and eat to my heart's content. Or 'til my cock can't take no more and I fuck her raw. Fuck, now I am hard yet again. What the hell is going on with my dick? I usually have better control than this. No girl, woman, whatever has ever been able to make me this fucking hard from just a thought, or even a look, but Bella has done both.
"Hello? Where you at, Edward? You feeling ok?"
Bella's voice brings me back yet again. What did she ask again? Oh, yeah, food.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart. It has been a long day that started at five am out on the water. Now, as for food, what is your favorite thing to make? What do you love to cook? I am easy to please when it comes to my dinner. I'll eat whatever you put in front of my face," I tell her with a smirk and wink.
She starts to blush like crazy, which I loved 'cause I ain't ever seen a girl around here do that. Hell, I don't know any that ever had.
"Well, I love to cook and eat fried pork chops with smother potatoes, corn on the cob, and a salad. But it's your birthday, so what is your favorite thing to eat?" Bella asks, and the first thing to pop in my head when she asked that was pussy, 'cause, really, I love to eat it and think it should be a food group. You know, 6 – 8 servings a day and all that shit. I know I could eat it 6 – 8 hours a day. But then I think about the meal she just mentioned and moan because, fuck, that sounds like heaven.
"Oh, hell yeah, make that. That sounds fucking perfect." I all but moan out as I tell her this. She just shakes her head and chuckles at me. "Hey, no laughing at me. It's not my fault. I can't even remember the last time I had a good old home-cooked meal. Hell, if it wasn't for my grill and microwave, I would probably starve to death." After I tell her this, she is all out laughing again. Fuck, if she wasn't so damn beautiful, I think I would be pissed that she is yet again laughing at my dumb ass.
"Oh, so you are one of those typical men that can't do anything in the kitchen without the help of a woman? That's ok. You stick with me and I'll show you a thing or two. Now come on, let's go see what we can find in the kitchen. It's not fully stocked yet, but I do have a good amount in there. I was hoping to open up by the end of the week. I know it needs a lot of work but, with it being just me and JJ, it will take some time to get it all done." As Bella said that last line she got all sad again, and I don't like that look on her at all. She is way too pretty to be sad.
"Well, if you need me to run out and grab something, I can always do that. I just brought in two gators and about six gars a dozen or so catfish, and we went hoggin' Saturday, so I have all of that fresh. You just let me know what you need," I tell her; it was kinda to distract her and also to let her know that I really can provide for her or whoever.
She just smiles, telling me that first she has to take a look, then we'll go from there, but if I want something to do then to go find a radio in the kitchen and turn on some music. My kinda woman right here, I swear, she just keeps getting better and better.
So, we walk down the hallway that leads to the back and she goes right, towards the cooler, and points at me to keep going. I guess that is the office or whatever. I walk in and freeze. Her kid, JJ, is sittin' there on an air mattress with some kinda game pad or whatever it is in his lap, messin' around on it, but stops when he sees me there. I know this could go two ways and I really don't want another crying spell from him, so I give him my brightest smile and pray this works.
"Hey there, buddy! My name is Edward and your mama asked me to come find her a radio. She said something about wantin' to listen to music while she cooked," I tell him, still smiling but not movin'. Hell, I'm afraid that he will get scared again.
He doesn't say anything, just lifts his little hand and points to the second box in a stack of three and then goes back to his game like I'm not even there. I walk on over to the stack and move the first one off, settin' it on the floor in the corner. When I went to turn around, another stack of boxes catches my arm and scratches the hell out of it.
"Son of a…" I stop myself, remembering the kid is in here too and Bella will probably have my balls if I cuss in front of him.
I roll my sleeve up to my elbow and, sure enough, there is a scratch going from the top of my hand to my funny bone, all red and angry looking. It isn't open or anything, so I just go to roll the sleeve down again but stop when I feel the slightest bit of warmth.
I turn to see JJ standing there with his eyes locked on the inside of my arm, hand stretched out like he wants to touch it: it being my alligator tattoo. It is about six inches long and takes up a good bit of the inside of my forearm, with its tail wrapped around my wrist. I love this tat; it is my favorite of all the ones I have, and I have a few.
I look at him and nod, letting him know that it's cool and he can touch it if he wants. He doesn't right away, but he doesn't move either, so we just stay there: me squatting and him standing. I think we are both waiting for someone to make the first move, so I decided it's going to have to be me and that I needed to man the fuck up.
"JJ, this here is a tattoo of my favorite thing in the whole world: alligators. They are strong, powerful, and, most importantly, they will protect their babies at all costs. Also, they provide us with food and we can use their skin too. When I catch a gator, I make sure to use every part of them that I can. Have you ever seen a gator before, JJ?" I ask in the same soft voice that I have been using this whole time. I in no way want to upset the kid, but I also have no fucking clue as to what I'm doing.
He shakes his head and whispers out a soft "no" then places his shaking little fingers on my arm. JJ just leaves them there for about a minute before he starts to trace the outline of the gator very slowly. We must sit there with him doing that for a good five minutes and I am starting to worry about Bella 'cause she hasn't come to check on me and it's been way too fucking long for her to be still in that cooler or, worse, freezer.
I am about to tell JJ that I need to go look for his mama when I see her out the side of my eye. I turn just a little bit to get a better look at her and she is shaking her head at me and mouthing "stay" with this pleading look in her eyes. So, I guess I am doing something right, but I don't know why she backs away instead of coming in to talk with us. I'm about to open my mouth and ask her just that but JJ decides he is going to talk.
"Will you take me?" he asks in that same soft whisper.+
I am not sure what he is talking about, so I ask, "Take you where, buddy? I'm not going anywhere right now but to help your mama make dinner in a bit."
He just huffs and walks off, mumbling, "Never mind," and then he is back on the bed, playing his game before I even know what the fuck happened.
Did I do something wrong? I don't think so but, shit, he just walked away, leaving me even more confused than before. I turn and see that Bella is no longer standing there, so I know I am on my own yet again. Fuck, I feel like I'm up shit creek without a damn paddle.
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