I wasn’t as familiar with the voice as I was with some others in the community but I knew it was Pike and my heart pounded in my chest.
He stepped inside and locked the door behind him. When he reached the candlelight, I saw he was dressed in loose, white linen pants and a white tank top. He looked almost virginal with his ivory clothes and hopeful smile. The flames brought just a little light to his beautiful face, leaving half of it shrouded in darkness.
Nervousness caused me to shift my gaze downward. I couldn’t believe it. I could see the shape of his cock through the pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Pike,” I said. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“But you’re here,” he replied.
“I’m here to gather my thoughts. About you. About us. About everything.”
“Let me help you with your decision.”
I’d been leaning towards no. Seeing the pain I’d caused my husbands had been eating at me all day and all night and I knew I couldn’t marry this man.
But seeing that he was prepared for me, ready to yank off his pants and get right down to business, I felt myself swelling and getting wet. I still wanted him, despite all that Alé had said.
Maybe I’d been wrong the other day. Maybe I was a whore. Maybe this whole Daughters of Venus idea was just an excuse to live out my whoring days, fucking three husbands, possibly soon to be four.
No. I couldn’t believe that. I was a Dove. My sex was a treasure, my body was a temple, and my love was a gift.
His dick was already hard, pressing on his pants.
I wanted it. But I couldn’t have it.
“Pike,” I said as he walked towards me, his cock only a foot from my face. “I…my…”
I needed to tell him but part of me wanted to rip his pants from his waist and take his cock in my mouth. I’d already had him in my hand once and I knew how big he was. I’d never tasted him though.
“I don’t want to wait for the suitor visit,” he said. “Lauren, I need to be inside of you. We’re alone right now. Fuck the rules. Just tell me it’s okay and I’ll make you come like a real goddess tonight. It won’t matter anyway, right? We’ll get married and fuck again and again…so what’s wrong with making this real tonight?”
“My answer is no,” I blurted out.
I wanted to slap myself. How could I pass up such a gorgeous hunk of a man? All he wanted to do was marry me and make me happy and I was saying no.
“No?” he asked. “No about tonight? Or no about it all? About forever?”
“No,” I said. “To all of it. I can’t have you.”
He took a step back and stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at his feet.
“Wow,” he said. “Umm, I wasn’t expecting that. It kinda hurts.”
“It’s not my intention to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But being with you hurts a lot of people. Not being with you only hurts you.”
He lifted his head.
“And you,” he added.
He was right. It wasn’t just his heart wrapped up in this. I felt something too.
I nodded and the tears started flowing. First Connor then Bentley then Alé and now Pike. Seeing a man hurt is one of the hardest things to witness.
He turned away from me and at the top of his shirt, at the base of his neck, I saw the tattoo Alé had mentioned. It was true. Anger washed over me.
“I need to know something,” I said. “What does the tattoo on the back of your neck mean?”
“The snake and heart? That’s the sym