The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

“I just told you,” I said. “I was worried about you.”

“Worried about me?”

“Yes, it can’t be easy being out here all alone.”

He suddenly let go of my wrists and climbed off me. He picked up my bag, set it on the table, and then held out a hand to help me up. I wanted to scream, “Nooooooooo!” I preferred the position I was in. I didn’t want to get up, but I had no choice. I reached out to take his hand and he lifted me back to my feet.

“You should go,” he said.

“But I don’t…”

“You should go. I’m fine,” he barked.

Those were his words but he was once again staring at my tits.

“I don’t want to go,” I said. “I came all the way out here to see you. To say I’m sorry for what they did to you. I think it’s amazing how you defended your Dove and I think it’s a shame that you were sent away because of it.”

“How is Lauren?” he asked. “I try to see her sometimes. To make sure she’s okay. It’s why I’m out here in this cabin. I could’ve left but she’s my wife. She’s my Dove. I don’t care what the others say or think.”

His words. His dedication and devotion to her. I wanted that.

“Lauren is okay. Bentley and Connor are there for her. She’s fine.”

“And Pike?”

Pike. He had to ask. There was no way I was going to tell him that I’d married Pike. No way.

“Pike is keeping his distance from Lauren. Don’t worry about that.”

“And the newcomers?”

Wow, for being outside the community, he sure knew a lot about what was going on inside it.

“I saw them ride into town. They should be made to leave. It’s unsafe with them there.”

“I agree,” I said. “But for right now it seems they’re playing nice and people are ok with them being there.”

“Come,” he said. “Sit down.”

Alé led me to a small dinette table with only two chairs. We sat across from each other but so close we could reach out and touch hands. We didn’t, but we could’ve. An awkward silence passed between us so I fished into my bag. I pulled out the bottle of wine and the two glasses and set them on the table. I placed the apples and a bunch of grapes on top of the bag.

“What is this?” he asked.

“A peace offering?”

He laughed under his breath and I couldn’t decide if he was making fun of me or thought the gesture was sweet.

“I thought you might be hungry,” I said. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Of course I remember you, Jessica. You’re all the town has talked about for two years. The day Jessica becomes a full-fledged Dove,” he said.

He knew me. He remembered me. I felt my blood warm up inside and under the table I spread my legs a little, giving my pussy room to breathe.

“So have you?” he asked.

His stare was intense, like his eyes were drilling deep inside me, two circles of dark coal tearing open my soul. My breath picked up. My heart thudded.

“What do you mean?” I asked.