Delivering the Virgin(17)

The woman turned even redder at that, a flush running over her body, her  breasts turning pink, that little cunt juicing up at my words. But it  was true, there was nothing that sounded better to me than having Laurie  with me, open for access, any time of the day or night. It sounded like  fucking Heaven actually, rolling over in the mornings and sticking my  dick in her twat, maybe taking her from behind as she napped in the  afternoons, licking her pussy as a midday snack. Suddenly I was  completely serious, I wanted this woman so bad that moving in together  was a priority.

And the brunette laughed gently then, her eyes knowing as if reading my mind.

"But Tucker, where would we live?" she asked realistically. "I mean, my  place is so small, it wouldn't work for two people and this place, well  we can't stay with your friends forever. They'll be back and they'll  want their apartment back," she said with a rueful smile.

I just growled, nuzzling her neck, breathing in her soft scent. Because  of course this is my apartment, there were no vacationing friends  jetting around the Mediterranean who'd asked me to house sit. I bought  this place for fifteen million last year, and that was a discount off  the ask price after I made an all-cash offer. But there was no need to  tell Laurie just now, no need to give it all away. So I was vague,  instead talking in generalities.

"Just leave it to me," I growled into her throat, savoring her sweet scent. "We'll figure it out."

"I know," she murmured, her fingers soft in my hair, "I know, but there are so many unanswered questions  … "

I lifted my head then and fixed her with a stare. The brunette was  right, there were unanswered questions and she still hadn't clarified  the little issue of her virginity.

"Honey, I know this is painful for you, but I just don't get it," I  paused, going back to our original topic. "You were married, so what  happened? How could any guy resist these curves, not touch his dick to  your cunt? It makes no sense, you're so beautiful, so gorgeous."

And she flushed again, taking a deep breath before turning to me with pain in her eyes.

"It's a long story," she said quietly, "but the fact is that my ex,  Gary, never intended on being a husband to me. He walked out the day  after our wedding, walked out of our honeymoon suite and I haven't seen  him since," she admitted slowly, painfully.         

     



 

"But why?" I shook my head, bewildered. "What fucker goes and gets  hitched only to beat feet the next day? What the fuck? I would have  fucked you on your wedding night at least."

And she turned beet red then.

"Gary was too drunk," she said, her voice wooden. "He passed out and I couldn't wake him up no matter how hard I tried."

I just shook my head. This guy was the biggest douche ever, what the  fuck, was he gay? That was the only possible explanation. But Laurie  read my mind and shook her head.

"There's nothing physically or biologically wrong with him," she started.

I cut her off with a sharp slash of my hand through the air. That was impossible.

"No way," I shook my head. "That dude's either gay or has some problem,  it's the only answer. He's probably got no testicles," I snarled.

But Laurie actually responded.

"No, he has his testicles, or at least one," she said slowly.

"So you've seen them?" I said sharply, more rough that I intended.

And she shook her head again.

"No  …  I'm just saying because there's another woman pregnant with his child."

My eyes bugged out at that.

"What. The. Fuck," I growled. "The man who married you had a mistress on the side? Who was pregnant this entire time?"

And she nodded miserably, ducking her head down, a fall of brown curls hiding her face.

"I only found out after he took off," she whispered, shamefaced. "After  he left, word on the street was that Gary," and here she choked, "Gary,"  she started again, "was keeping someone on the side. Had been with her  for years," she said. "Years."

And I sat back flummoxed. I can be a shit, I can run over women, use  them as fuckdolls, toss them once I'm done, my sperm spent. But I'd  never even come close to this fuckhead. Getting married to one woman  with a pregnant mistress on the side? That was seriously fucked up shit,  this fucker had to be a sociopath.

"So dude has a new woman now," I said slowly.

And here, Laurie took a deep breath.

"She's not a new woman, she's been his woman all along," she said, her  voice stiff. "I was the new woman, I just didn't know it."

And I shook my head, my heart going out to my best girl, taking her hand in a big palm.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl," I rumbled quietly, looking her in the eye. "I'm so sorry this happened to you."

And the little girl drew a shaky breath then, forcing herself to sit up straight and look me in the eye.

"It hurt when it happened, I won't lie about that, but I try to see it  as a stroke of good luck. At least I found out sooner rather than  later," she said with a rueful smile. "I could have been married to this  guy for thirty years and known nothing, my entire life a lie."

And I squeezed her hand encouragingly.

"That's my baby," I rumbled approvingly. "Keeping it real."

And she smiled at me again, her eyes still a little watery, lips twitching a bit at the corners.

"So tell me Tucker, since we're baring our hearts right now, where do  you see yourself going? Not that the delivery business is bad at all,"  she corrected hastily, "Just where do you see yourself in five years?"

Usually I get nasty at this line of questioning because most women are  just fishing for my balance sheet, scoping out my prospective earning  power. But with Laurie, it was different. It felt right to share  something about myself, let her into my private world.

"I dunno," I said slowly, our hands still entwined on the bedspread,  lying next to one another nude, our juices drying on each other's  bodies. And yet it felt so right, completely comfortable. Despite the  fact that we'd known each other less than a week, lying here, with her,  was exactly where I wanted to be.

"I'm not sure," I said honestly, with more feeling in my voice. Because  that was the truth. Hunter and I are working on a dream and there are no  promises, no guarantees in the wild west of start-ups. We'd devoted all  our energy and countless resources to NYC Concierge, it was our baby  but we were far from stable. Shit, we were still in beta stage,  implementing all sorts of changes, hiring new folks as fast as we could,  desperate to get warm bodies in the door for our booming business. And  so it was impossible to answer the question with any accuracy, any  assurance. But I had to try for Laurie, she was important enough to me  that I couldn't just feed her some bullshit.         

     



 

"I'm not sure what's next," I started again for the third time. "I mean,  the personal services sector is saturated but not totally so, and I  like my job so maybe I'll stay with the company for a while."

There, that didn't give anything away, and yet the answer was genuine,  imbued with real emotion, my passion for the business. And the little  girl could hear it because she squeezed my hand, shooting me a shy  smile.

"Of course, you have to do something you believe in, no one can be happy  if they're grinding away at a meaningless job. It's human nature," she  said with another smile.

And I just gripped her hand tighter, rising up on an elbow to stare into  those beautiful brown eyes, warm pools of molten chocolate. I traced a  finger along her jaw, dropping down to the elegant curve of her neck,  marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the pure ivory laid out before  me.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I growled against her neck, lightly  running my tongue along that sweet spot under her ear. "You are  positively, absolutely, certifiably amazing."

And she giggled a little, her small hands reaching up to stroke along my broad chest, my abs going tight at the soft caress.

"You are too," she murmured, gazing into my eyes and the rush of emotion  that swelled up into my throat took me by surprise, made my jaw clench,  my eyes light with a fire within. Because Laurie's genuineness, her  sweet nature overwhelmed me and I was completely lost, a slave to this  girl.

I didn't hesitate then, I couldn't.

"I have to have you baby girl," I ground out into her ear, my hands  ravenous now, stroking all over that curvy body, touching her breasts,  jiggling them, twisting her nips in circles. "I have to taste."

And she threw her head back and sighed.

"Of course Tucker, I'm yours," she moaned breathily, her back arching,  boobs rising into the air, the pink crests oh-so-delectable, my mouth  watered and my cock punched out at the sight.

But I wanted more than just sex, or more accurately, more than just pussy sex.