Page 17 of The Big Catch

Belle put her fork down on her plate. “Wait, what? Where are you going that you need someone to watch your dogs?”

My head tilted slightly, then it dawned on me. I’d taught her how to take care of my dog babies, now we were fucking, but we’d never gotten into conversations about what I did to make money. All of my trophies and awards were in my office whichI kept the door closed to, so my dogs didn’t go in there unless I wanted them to. “I’m a pro-angler. I have a competition to defend my title coming up.”

She tried hard to keep a neutral face but failed. “Oh, I never knew that. Is that what you do for a living?”

“It is. I’m also a professional hunter who works with a government agency on species control when needed, and I’m a hunting guide for safari hunters in Africa. I stay in Africa for a couple months out of the year to do that. I own a home over there that’s close to the resort that I work at.” I laid out everything that I did.

With the silence around the table, it felt like everyone awaited some huge climax. I wasn’t sure what it was. “Oh, wow, I… I didn’t know any of that. You said you were a champion. Did I miss the trophies or whatever in the house? I mean, I knew you fished and hunted. I mean, this is Newsome, who doesn’t?”

I tittered because she had a point. “Yeah, you’re right. My trophies are in my office. Beside my dog breeding, I make money competing.”

“Oh, does that bring in good money?” She tried to act nonchalant like she didn’t care. I knew better though. That wasn’t a bad thing because it was understood that she wanted a provider. There was nothing wrong with a woman wanting to be provided for. The problem came into play when they were ungrateful or took advantage of the situation.

Before I could answer, Tink did for me. “Belle, let’s not backslide. We’ve come too far. Now look around you. Does this look like the house and layout of a person who is broke?” She looked at me, then said, “I’ll answer for you, cuz. My cousin’s bags are heavier than your fake ex-husband.”

“Shut up, Tink,” Belle quipped. Although she rolled her eyes, a smile sat on her face. Their getting along now was weird as hell.I watched their interactions all afternoon, and it was genuine. “I never said he was broke,” she mumbled.

They started to go back and forth over whether she did or didn’t call me broke in the past. I wanted to know the answer to the original question. “Belle, do you want to take care of my babies while I’m gone? I’ll be gone a week.”

“I guess we can discuss that later.” She shrugged her shoulders before she continued to eat her food. She tried to inconspicuously peek at me, but it didn’t work. I was locked in on her.

WEE HOURS OF NEXT MORNING…

“Aht, aht. You was talkin’all that shit about being a suck master, but you’re gagging. My dick ain’t even that big, Belle, baby. Get it together.” Gunner taunted the hell out of me.

Yes, I told him that I was a suck master, and yes, his dick wasn’t uber big. It was the damn curve that was fucking me up. Gunner’s dick had a deeper curve than I ever thought was physically possible. You would think the shit was broken. On top of the curve, it had the nerve to be thick as fuck. The first time we had sex, I dropped a tear in the pillow when he was hitting it from the back.

I took in a breath through my nose.Get it together.I pulled back to suck on his head for a few seconds, closed my eyes, then I took him throat deep. This time, I held my thumb tightly in the center of my palm to control my gag reflex. My other hand felt his abs constrict.

“Oh, shit! Yeah, just like that,” he commended. He grabbed the sides of my face before he began to fuck my mouth. “Damn, this throat feels good. I hope you’re thirsty.”

This was my first time sucking his dick. Over the time that we had been fucking, I’d fallen more and more in like with Gunner. I never saw this shit coming. Holden Gunner Beckett Jr.’s sexiness could never be denied. His body was tatted and well taken care of. The caesar cut and full beard was just everything. On top of that, I knew that he looked just as good without the beard from pictures around his house.

Our drunken night of sex turned into many sober nights of fucking. I felt like an idiot just finding out what he did for a living. It was like I never thought to ask because that conversation wasn’t germane to us fucking. The fact that he made a lucrative, successful profession from something that almost every country boy around here did was impressive.

“Here it comes. Drink all that nut,” he demanded. Seconds later, his warm cum coated my throat. His groans turned me on to the point of an orgasm.This man controlled my damn body.

After he was drained, I released him from the hold of my mouth, wiped the corners of it, then stood up. We had already had three sex sessions that included him devouring my pussy with his monster tongue. My head was the finale. His eyes were locked on me. I felt uncomfortable under his stare. “Let’s get in the shower.”

“How long have you been professionally fishing and stuff? Do you like it?” I asked him as we lay in bed next to each other.

He shifted his body to accommodate mine laying on him. “I been a professional angler since I was eighteen years old, but Ididn’t get a name until I was twenty-six. Yeah, I love it. I love showing them white boys that they’re not the best to ever do it. I win championships that some of those white boys wish they could win. I get endorsements that they want.”

“Can I see your trophies and the stuff that you use?” I was truly intrigued. I’d fished when I was younger with my grandmother, but in my pre-teens.

Gunner looked down at me. I couldn’t read his expression. “Let me ask you a question. Are you interested in what I do or what I make? If it’s the latter, we don’t have to do all the fake interest in my shit. I can just let you know that I’m paid.”

I wanted to be offended, but how could I? Did I feel judged? Of course. I knew that he judged me based on the fruit that I made available when I first arrived. My mind drifted toMatthew 7:17-18: “Every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit.”When I first came back to Newsome, my attitude was shit. I feel comfortable enough to say that now.

I lived in the world that I created for myself, but it was far from the real reality that I lived in. Well, I got knocked out of that false world and I was bitter as hell. It was funny that my father knew what I needed. I never wanted to own a pet because I felt it was too much responsibility. That push on my responsibility led to the softening of my spirit. There were nights that my babies snuggled with me when I would break down at the reality what was now my life. Animals were empathic.

“I understand why you asked me that. I promise that I’m really interested in what you do.” I gazed up at him with softened eyes. “I mean, you having money never hurt,” I said with a titter.

There was a moment of silence before he told me to get up. He got up after I did, then grabbed my hand. He brought me to a closed door that was at the end of the hallway. Before he opened the door, he peeked at me over his shoulder. My mouth fell openwhen I stepped in. On one wall in the office, there were shelves with numerous trophies. On another wall, there were plaques.

“Wow! You weren’t lying about being a champion,” I mumbled. My feet took me over to his plaque wall first. There were plaques from as far back as fifteen years. I turned to him after I pointed at a plaque. “Is this where you started getting your name out there?”

He smiled. “Yeah, it is. I was so proud of that third-place acknowledgment.” He came over to stand near me. “When I got that, I wanted to know what it felt like to get the first-place trophy.”

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