But first things first because there was still the mystery of the brunette’s virginity. Despite the fact that she acted like a complete slut, a seasoned porn star, in fact this woman was recently untouched and I had to know how in the world that was possible. If she’d been mine I would have been fucking her two, three times a day minimum from the very get-go … and I had.
“Laurie,” I said, my chest heaving, both of us nude, exhausted, limp on the coverlet. “I thought you said you were divorced.”
She moaned a little, tossing her head, eyes half-shut. Oh yeah, the loving had been so good, so satisfying that aftershocks were still running through that nubile body, making her shake and shiver.
But she answered.
“I was,” she coughed a little, throat still dry, swallowing a bit to get some saliva into her mouth. “We just separated. Three months ago,” she said, voice still a little raspy.
Again, that made no sense. If I had her for even an hour in my bed, that little cherry would be punched through so thoroughly there’d be no going back. So I shot her a puzzled look.
“You sure you were married?” I drawled. “What dude, much less an alpha male, would leave you untouched? I mean, fuck, I’d be all over you like white on rice, you wouldn’t be able to fight me off.”
And she colored at that, smiling, but looked sad at the same time.
“Gary and I weren’t a good fit,” she said slowly. “I thought he was the one but after we got married, it was obvious he wasn’t who I thought he was.”
I looked at her, perplexed.
“But didn’t you date first? Or was this some Vegas hook-up?”
And she looked down, biting her lip.
“Yeah, we dated for two years first,” she admitted. “I guess I’m not very observant.”
I immediately sat back, feeling bad. God, I’d made my best girl ashamed when she was the best thing that had ever happened to me. What kind of asshole was I? But still, I needed to understand the mechanics so I gentled my voice, letting her take the lead instead.
“Laurie,” I said, grasping her hand in mine. “I know this is tough but I can’t understand how any guy would turn down the chance to be with you. I mean, look at me,” I said, gesturing to myself. “I’m already half-hard again and I just shot one gallon, two, all over you. Come on, that guy’s gotta be smokin’ something. You’re all I think about, you’ve taken over me after just a couple days.”
“I have?” she asked breathily, eyes lighting up. “Really Tucker? I do that to you?”
And I nodded soberly. “Yep, and more than that. I lie awake nights thinking of your sweet body, your sweet, sweet smile and I’ve even thought about potentially moving in together, just to have you when I want you, where I want you … in my bed, of course.”
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.”