Delivering the Virgin(26)

And Laurie gave in, heaving herself onto my vacant stool with a sigh, but not before pinning me with a stare.

"But we have to talk," she demanded. "And I mean seriously, Tucker, no clowning around."

"Absolutely not," I said with a wry smile. "My lips are sealed, you do  the talking, I'll cook," I mimed, zipping up my mouth and tossing the  key before turning to the fridge and digging out a carton of eggs. Oh  yeah, Tucker McGrath's Famous Four Egg omelet was coming right up, with a  load of bacon and ham, topped off with gooey cheddar and a dollop of  sour cream. Fuck yeah, that's what my baby needed to keep her curves  lusciuos.

And Laurie just sighed again.

"Tucker," she said slowly. "I need to know why you didn't trust me. Why you felt like you had to hide your real identity."

I turned to her.

"What do you mean?" I feigned innocence, "I didn't hide anything, you  could have googled me any time. There's a ton of shit about me on the  web. Most of it false," I added, my brow knotting.

And she glared at me again.

"Yeah, but I didn't," she snorted. "I was the dumbest girl on earth and I  trusted you. I thought you were who you said you were, Tucker McGrath,  delivery man and nothing more."

I sighed. Laurie deserved a real answer, she was so precious to me, so amazing, and I owed it to her.

"Hon, I trusted you, I'm just more of a ‘see how the land lies' type of guy," I explained slowly.

A pause.

"What does that mean?" she asked, tipping her head.

I sighed again.

"I guess it means seeing how the land lies before making a decision," I  replied, beating the eggs, the rhythmic tinkle of the fork in the bowl  strangely soothing. "I've had a lot of bad experiences baby, and I want  to see what a woman's like before I commit, really put myself on the  line."         

     



 

Laurie blushed a little at the word "commit," and I could understand  why. We were entering into serious territory here with conversation  about the future, about what we might be for the long-term. Of course  we'd bantered in the past, joking, always playful, but this was the  first time we were talking as two adults about our future, without my  dick in her body in some way, shape or form. So I buckled down, really  focusing.

And the brunette was no one's fool, tilting her head to the side and looking at me speculatively

"But don't you think you should have been honest with me from the  get-go?" she asked. "I mean, it's not exactly great if a relationship  starts off based on a load of lies."

I sighed deeply. I could see what the girl was getting at, and she had a  point. But I had a point too, and I wanted to find some way to  compromise, find middle ground to settle on.

"Baby of course," I said slowly. "But I try not to see it as lies, it's more omission."

"You mean lying by omission?" Laurie interjected quickly. Damn, this girl was sharp, exactly my type.

"Sort of," I conceded. "I didn't want to tell you who I was and what I  do for a living because I wanted to get to know you first. Is that so  wrong?"

The brunette paused for a moment.

"But how could we get to know each other authentically if I didn't have  even basic facts about you?" asked Laurie, head cocked. "It'd be so  fake, so misleading."

Shit, this girl deserved a Ph.D in psychology, she was psyching me out  mentally on all fronts, winning the game before it even started.

But I made another go of it.

"Laurie, honey," I said gently, "Please try to see it from my  perspective. I've been hunted by women on all sides for twenty years  now, and I've put up barriers. Just like you've put up barriers too," I  said, wandering into taboo territory.

The girl paused again.

"You mean, how I moved in with you in a week? Or how I slept with you  within five minutes, when we didn't even know each other's names? Those  barriers?" she said wryly.

And I laughed because the brunette was right, but my point was that she  had walls too, she didn't put herself all out there from the get-go  either.

"Baby," I began again, "the barriers you have are different from mine.  Because of your divorce," I said slowly, "you're really sensitive to  betrayal and guys misrepresenting themselves. So this  …  situation," I  stumbled a little, not sure what to call it, "hits you in an especially  sore spot. I'm me, I'm Tucker, there's just more to me than you  realized."

And surprisingly, the brunette didn't fly off the handle.

"I know," she said nodding. "I know I'm sensitive because my ex did a  number on me, it was like I'd married a stranger. So yeah, I didn't want  to make the same mistake again, and when it turned out you were  different from what you portrayed, I was angry," she said with a deep  exhale.

"Angry?" I asked, eyebrows raised, my hand stilling for a moment on the frying pan. "More like a murderous rage."

"Okay, really angry," she corrected ruefully. "I lost my shit, I admit  it. And Tucker," she said quietly, "I'm sorry I made such a scene, I'm  sorry I showed up at NYC Concierge and embarrassed you in front of your  staff."

I thought about torturing the brunette a bit, making her writhe, but the  girl looked so genuine and remorseful, that I took pity. Besides, I  loved Laurie and only wanted her to be happy, to see those lips smile  once again, to see her eyes sparkle.

"Honey, there was nothing better than you coming to the office today,  filled with fire, life, so beautiful, spitting epithets with that sweet  mouth. All I wanted to do was let everyone know that you were mine," I  said seriously, putting the pan down. Who gave a fuck about omelets? I  just wanted this woman to know how much I loved her, how much I adored  everything about her.

And Laurie looked up again, her eyes meeting mine, hopeful, soft.

"Really?" she asked quietly. "I didn't humiliate you, didn't make you hate me?"         

     



 

And I stroked her cheek then, that softness velvety under the rough tips of my fingers.

"Baby, the opposite," I murmured against her mouth. "I was thinking of making it permanent."

And she closed her eyes, leaning into me, lightly licking my lips with her tongue.

"You mean, moving back in together, both of us on the lease, me giving up my old apartment, that kind of permanent?"

And I chuckled then, growling deep in my throat.

"No honey, not that kind. This kind," I said, removing the velvet box from my pocket. "Look baby, open your eyes and look."

Because Laurie was under my spell already, I could see the fire in her  eyes, the deep burn within, how much she wanted it, her body soft and  ready against mine. But first, there was the important business of  getting engaged.

And languidly, the brunette opened her eyes to look at my gift, not  understanding at first, her gaze dazed, her movements still slow.  Because I'd popped open the lid to reveal the sparkler and it was  blinding under the kitchen lights, the facets throwing dazzling rays  everywhere, overwhelming in its brilliance.

"Tucker, is it  … ?" she whispered, almost not breathing.

"It is," I confirmed, dropping a kiss on her nose.

And what do you know, the ring fit perfectly, sliding onto her finger  like it belonged there. Because it did. I've found my virgin, found a  gorgeous, sassy, sexy woman, and Laurie was my everything  …  and always  will be.





EPILOGUE


Tucker




A year later  …

Speaking of the ring being a perfect fit for Laurie's finger, there was  another part of the woman that was a perfect fit as well. That's right,  her cunt. That sweet pussy was a perfect fit for my cock, and I planned  on wrapping it around my massive shaft oh, about fifty million times in  the next fifty years.

And our sex life this past year has only gotten more raunchy, more  rancid. Because the brunette's my little fuckdoll, my little cunt slut  who lets me do whatever I want to her body, twisting her, bending her  over, making her take it every which way however I see fit.

And she was bent over right now over our wooden bureau, the mahogany  filled to the brim with a slew of her clothes. Oh fuck yeah, I've made  my little girl buy herself a whole new wardrobe, a whole new set of  outfits given that she's a gorgeous size sixteen now, curves busting out  everywhere, those huge tits pressed against the wood as I teased my  dickhead along her soft lips from behind, running my glans up and down  her slit, wetting it with my pre-cum.

"Oh god Tucker," she moaned, eyes closed. "Oh god, put it in me, put it  in me," she begged, her forehead dropping to rest against the wood,  hands scrabbling at the hard surface, coming up empty with nothing to  grip. Her hips twisted instinctively, that big ass bouncing up and down  as she tried to grab my dick with her cunt, suck me in like a vacuum.