From Cupid (Working Girl Book 1)

by CY Jones

  She stops in her tracks and I take a step forward, which makes her move one back. “Paige,” I say her name like a prayer and my heart deflates at the tears gathered in her crystal blue irises, yet to fall over. Not giving her a chance to run, I rush her and hold her to me tight, like a big ol’ bear. “Fuck, siren. I’m so damn sorry. Of course you weren’t cheating on me. I’m such an asshole who doesn’t know how to control his anger. I need to start thinking before I respond.”

  Sniffling, she looks up at me and I wipe away the tears that escape with my thumb. “You hurt me, Harrison.”

  Her words are so soft, but they cause as much damage as a bullet would. “I know, siren, and I’m so fucking sorry. Please, will you forgive me?”

  “Two apologies in one day. A girl can only be so lucky,” she says and I look down at her confused.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask as she detangles herself out of my hold. I want to pull her back to me, super glue her to me, but I’m going to follow her lead. I can’t go all alpha when I’m groveling.

  “I’ll tell you inside,” she answers as she uses her key to unlock the door. I follow her, watching her intently. She doesn’t say anything at first. She goes to her coffee machine and loads it with her favorite coffee then pulls a cup down from the cupboard. I can’t help but to ogle her ass or get hard as I watch her body lean across the counter, sticking it out just right. The caveman in me wants to grab her hips and pound into her little body, making her forgive me with my dick. When she turns, she catches me looking at her ass and she arches her brow, which in turn makes me smirk unapologetically.

  After taking her first sip, she moans loudly, making my dick jump. Fuck, my little siren is torturing the hell out of me. In a minute, I’m going to go with the caveman plan and fuck her already. Before I can put that plan in action, she speaks.

  “Justin was the realtor who met me at the house in Long Beach.” Anger bubbles inside me but I let her continue, mentally patting myself on the back for my control over my emotions. “After he finished showing me the house, he asked me out to lunch and I turned him down, but he was really persistent, saying he really needed to talk, so I caved. I followed him to the restaurant and while we were there, he explained to me why he cheated on me and apologized.”

  “I’m glad he apologized to you, siren, but what kind of excuse did he give for being a cheating scumbag?”

  “He admitted he was a sex addict. During the last part of our separation he was in rehab,” she answers and, fuck me, I did not expect that.

  “And you believe him,” I hedge.

  “Yes,” she replies, pulling out a coin with 30 days stamped on it and hands it to me.

  “He gave me that. He told me that he still loves me, and for me, he was working to get himself better.”

  I’ve always heard Justin was the master of conversation, which is why he’s such a great realtor, one of the best in the whole state, but it makes me wonder if he’s for real or is this some grand ploy to get her back. Swallowing hard, I ask, “do you still love him?”

  “Chaz asked me that same question today. You know, all you men think alike.”

  “Chaz? Who the hell is that?”

  “Calm down, alpha. He’s my gay bestie. I went to his shop after I left the job site.”

  “Well, do you, still love him?” I prod. I need to know this answer. Whatever it is, I will fight like hell to keep her because, unlike Justin, I know a good thing when I see it. I will not make the same mistake he did and I refuse to lose her to him.

  “Yes,” she answers and I deflate, but quickly she adds, “but it’s different. Before he was my world, you know. I would do anything for him. I thought I knew him, that he couldn’t hide anything from me. We were both driven and on the same wavelength when it came to our career.” Chuckling she says, “we even had a ten year plan. Can you imagine that? Trust me, divorce was nowhere on it. Justin was my safe place until he wasn’t. I do love him. I think I’ll always will. I gave him a small piece of me I can never get back. He’s my past, but you, Harrison, you’re my future,” she says, looking directly in the eyes.

  Whatever else she’s about to say, I stop by slamming my mouth against hers. The kiss is explosive and I feel every thing she’s been hiding deep inside. I know she loves me and, just like her, I love her more than anything in this world and I can’t let her go on another second without knowing that. Pulling back, I stare deep into her blue eyes. Her pupils are dilated and she’s fully aroused with want. “This may be too soon and the words might scare you away, but I need you to know that I love you, siren. I fucking love you so damn much.”

  I see the shock, but she covers it up when she slams her lips on mine and kisses me as hard as I kissed her. Walking her backwards, I move us to her small bedroom until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed then I push her backwards. I watch her as she falls, landing softly on the mattress then I fall to my knees. Grabbing her by the hips, I push her forward. She’s wearing a tight pencil skirt that shows off her lean figure quite well. Slowly, I relieve her of her skirt and pull her stockings down her long legs, toned from all those years of soccer. When I get to her lace panties, I give her a devilish grin as I rip them off. She goes to reprimand me, but quickly shuts her mouth at the look on my face. My prize was open to me and nothing was keeping me from it. Not Justin and, damn sure, not a pair of lace panties. She’s already soaked, her lips swollen and primed, just for me.

  “This is mine,” I tell her, dipping a finger inside and she moans as soon as I make contact. I love how responsive she is, she never holds anything back. Rewarding her, I move my finger in and out, then rub it around her tiny pearl with her gathered juices. I work her like I would if I were fucking her and she lies back, tilting her hips with my movement. When I add another digit, she nearly loses her mind and I give her a wicked smile as I play.

  “Do you like that, siren?” She moans, nodding her head and I growl, “words, siren. Use your words.”

  “Yes,” she cries out. Satisfied, I move my finger faster as I lean forward and take her in my mouth, slurping and licking with the motion of my fingers. She squirms even more, trying to lift off the bed and I hold her down, forcing her to endure as I drive her crazy.

  “Harrison, oh God,” she cuts off with a moan.

  “Oh God what, siren? Oh God you like how my fingers feel, or is it my warm mouth on you? Maybe both?” I ask, lifting up just long enough to circle my pointer finger faster around her clit. When she cums, it’s hard against my mouth and I lick her right up. She tastes like heaven mixed with my favorite dessert. As she’s laying there, breathing hard, looking like a beautiful angel, I relieve myself of my clothes and stand naked before her, pumping my hard cock. She watches me with a gleam in her eyes and when she licks her full lips, I groan.

  “I want you, Harrison,” she pleads, entranced by my hand, but I keep on pumping, wanting to drive her crazy just a little bit longer. Finally, I move closer, straddling her small body until I’m hovering over her, my dick just outside the entrance of her cave. Leaning forward, she kisses me and I let her have control as her hands skim through my hair.

  This kiss feels so different from the rest. She’s not hiding her love anymore and it engulfs me like an uncontrolled fire. Not able to keep myself from her any longer, I sink into her and she moans in my mouth. I fuck her hard, pounding into her body with an wild abandonment. It’s wild, and all consuming and oh so right. Her nails dig into my back, branding me and in return, I suck hard on her neck, leaving behind a purple bruise. With my dick, I brand my name into her pussy, reminding her she’s mine and I have no intention of letting her go, ever.

  “Oh God. Harrison, your cock feels so good. I’m so close,” she cries. Pulling out, I sit up and grab her legs, opening them wide then lift her slightly as I plunge back in. “Harrison,” she screams, sounding like music to my ears before she creams all over my dick.

  I don’t stop, in fact, I move faster. My thrusts hit her dee
per in this position. Sweat runs down my brow, but I have no intention of slowing down. I want her stupid with lust, talking in tongues. Already, another orgasm is building in her. I can tell by the way she’s clenching around my cock. She squeezes it hard, making her already tight channel feel like a dream. Fucking Paige is pure nirvana and so fucking addicting. I don’t understand how her ex could be a sex addict and go else where. Her pussy is the only pussy I need. When I circle my finger around her clit, combined with the thrust of my dick, she cums again, screaming and sobbing tears of pure ecstasy. A couple more hard thrusts and I’m cumming after her roaring her name and filling her to the brim.

  “I love you too,” she says, breathing hard and I hold onto her tight. This woman is mine and I will never let her go.

  “I’m crazy, you know,” I tell her. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone who isn’t family before. Try to leave me and I'll follow you to the ends of the Earth and bring you back, kicking and screaming.”

  When she peers up at me through her lashes, I almost pound on my chest from the satisfied look on her face, but it’s her words that leave me content.

  “I think I can live with that.”

  I can’t help it. I’m an insatiable beast and I’m hard again within minutes. Divesting her of the rest of her clothes, I position her on all fours and take her long and hard, making sweet love to my Paige, my siren. I don’t know when we finally fall asleep, but at least I more than satisfied the woman I love.

  Paige

  I wake to the sweet smell of coffee and bacon. Wrapping myself in my robe, I follow the scent like a total fatty.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Harrison says as soon as he sees me. I don’t know what I’m drooling for more, the smell of the food or Harrison standing shirtless in front of the stove flipping pancakes. I’m going to have to whychoose it and go with both. “Careful, siren, you keep looking at me like that and I’m going to bend you over the counter.” Fuck me, I may have gushed just a little bit.

  “Are you sure you can handle me?” I tease.

  “Is that a challenge?” He asks, pouring another set of pancakes in the pan.

  Frowning, I say, “I thought you couldn’t cook?”

  “Pancake mix in a box and bacon isn’t that hard,” he answers.

  “The way you were talking, I was under the impression that you could burn water, but by all means, cook away. You make quite the pretty view.” I especially love the long scratches from my nails on his muscled back. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m happy I marked my territory.

  “What are you looking so smug about?” He asks as he sets a pate down in front of me.

  “Nothing,” I sing. No need for me to admit my crazy. Next, he brings me a cup of freshly made coffee and I nearly moan. His eyes dilate and he kisses me hard, which I happily return. I wish we could stay like this forever. Harrison's lips are almost as good as coffee, almost.

  Setting his own plate down, he digs in and I do moan this time at the fluffy deliciousness, which only makes him laugh.

  “What?” I question.

  “That’s exactly what you sound like when I’m buried deep inside you.”

  “I like food, so what? And someone didn’t feed me last night. And no, your cum doesn’t count,” I huff.

  “What? I heard it’s a great source of protein,” he says innocently.

  I roll my eyes at him. Of course, the macho man would say such a thing. When we’re both done, I watch disappointed as Harrison puts his shirt back on. I know he has to go home to shower and change soon. He must have woken up super early to make me breakfast.

  “I’ll be in meetings most of the day, so I won’t be able to see you until late this evening. Will you be at my place?” He asks tentatively.

  I’m surprised he asked. My Bossy Pants boyfriend likes to order me around in and out of bed, not that I’m complaining. “Sure, I’ll pack a bag and leave it in my car.”

  “Pack a lot of stuff,” he replies.

  “Are we at the ‘leave our shit at each others’ phase already?” I ask with wide eyes.

  “We’re telling each other the L word. I think we’ve already blown normal standards out of the water,” he replies. “I mean, if you’re uncomfortable you don...” I kiss him, shutting him up. I love this man. If he wants me to pack all my shit and leave it at his house, I would.

  “I’ll make sure to pack a bunch of shit,” I tell him.

  “Fuck, I wish I had more time. I really want to bend you over the counter right now and have my way with you.”

  “Well, go do what you need to do and you can do that tonight.” I kiss him again and watch him leave before jumping up and down like I’m five, squealing he loves me. I never thought he would be the first to say it and so soon. I’m such a lucky bitch. If I weren’t me, I’d be so jealous right now.

  Another month just flies on by and I barely notice it. I’ve been super busy with work during the day and coming home every evening to my man. Every night, he shows me just how much he loves me by making love to me in the most creative ways, making me wonder if Harrison is a sex addict too. One devoted to me. I’ve practically moved into his place with most of my things being stored there. He’s been pushing for me to do it officially, but I’m just not ready to take that step yet.

  Despite us wanting to keep our relationship on the low for work, the cat was out of the bag by our third date. I should have known we wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret long. Harrison is one of the most sought after bachelors in the state. Rich, successful, and hot as hell. Until me, he was also the most unattainable, never pictured with the same woman twice. Imagine what happened when they saw I wasn’t going anywhere? That’s right, complete anarchy. The paparazzi has been having a field day, even going as far to follow us both around to job sites. At first, I felt like a celebrity, but the extra attention started to get old, real quick. I can now say I understand why you see famous people trying to take a crack at a paparazzi or breaking their cameras. They’re like annoying mosquitoes, buzzing around where they’re not wanted tempting you to smack them.

  True to his word, Justin was able to talk the old man who owned the Long Beach property down on his asking price. He denied my original bid, but countered with 465K, which I accepted. The deal just closed two days ago and we’ll start working on it at the start of the work week.

  Besides the paps, everything was perfect. Even Harrison’s stalker hasn’t been bothering us. The extra precautions he has been taking have been a big help to ensure all of our safety. I hope whoever it is decided to give up and found something better to do now since Harrison made it so much harder on them.

  Oh, and my sex life? Good God, it’s great to be me. Harrison is truly gifted with his dick. Each night I pass out thoroughly satisfied. Life is good, business is great, what can come between all that?

  “Siren, when are you going to stop playing games? You might as well move in with me fully. You’re here every night anyways, most of your clothes are here, I have the better coffee machine, and you love me,” he states, listing his points.

  We’re in the kitchen and he just took me from behind, bent over the island. He knows I always cave after being fucked good, which is probably the reason why he’s asking me now.

  “Come on, babe. Don’t do this to me now,” I gripe.

  Truthfully, I don’t know what my hangup is. Maybe it’s because everything is too perfect. I’m still waiting for the other foot to drop. Then there's Justin. I still haven’t gotten back to him about the friendship thing. Harrison is dead set against it. He’s usually not the jealous type, except when it comes to Justin. I know Justin has seen the tabloids. I already told him I was with someone, but having it thrown in your face can’t be easy, and I hate to admit it, but I really miss him. Not as a lover, but my friend. Like Jodie, Justin gets me. The high standards he sets in his career goals really pushed me when we were together. Justin had a way of making you feel like you can take on Godzilla and win.

 
“I love you. I want you here every day, every night. I want you to call this place home and fix it up so that it represents the both of us. I want to live with you in sin until you become my wife for real,” he pleads, his hazel eyes bright, focused on me.

  I hate it when he does that. He’s so fucking sweet sometimes, making me wonder if I’m the one being the bad guy. Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply before I cave and say, “okay.”

  “Wait, what?” He says, shocked. “You agreed, just like that?”

  “Yep,” I reply.

  “And you’re certain?” He questions.

  “Yep,” I answer.

  “I must be dreaming,” he says, pinching himself.

  “Nope,” I reply.

  “Can you please stop giving me one word answers?” He huffs.

  “Sure,” I reply smiling, and he gathers me up, spinning us in a circle.

  “Wohoo, my girl finally agreed to live with me,” he shouts.

  “Hey, no need to alert the ocean life around us,” I comment, giggling with him, his excitement contagious.

  “Fuck the ocean life, I’m going to tell everyone. Siren, you’ve made me so fucking happy,” he says, kissing me fiercely.

  When I can breath again, I leave him so I can get a shower in. If we don’t get moving, we’ll both be late and today is a big day. Starlight’s house is finally ready to move furniture in and I want to be there when everything we stored in Harrison’s warehouse is brought over.

  Showering quickly, I put on work out clothes so I can work comfortably. Harrison has a meeting this morning so he won’t be there until later in the afternoon. When I emerge, Harrison is on the phone and I kiss him softly on the cheek before waving goodbye.

  I pull up to the property just in time. Just as I park, they open one of the moving trucks. Mario isn’t the foreman in charge of this project, but another guy named Rocko. He was a monster of a man, making Harrison look like a plush toy. He had to be at least 6’3” with muscles packed on muscles, packed on muscles. His mocha skin was flawless and he wore his hair in an edgy mohawk. I swear if I didn’t have Harrison, or if he didn’t play for the other team, I’d happily be the cream to his Oreo.