Can't Fix Cupid

by Raven Kennedy

  I place a kiss against her temple and then lean down to press another right over her heart. Because as crazy as it seems, that’s what Trix does to me. She makes me feel, right there.

  The pulse of her heartbeat strums against my lips the second before I pull away. She looks up at me with awe and surprise at my tender gesture, and then she does the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life.

  She leans forward and reciprocates my act by letting her tongue dart out to skim over my old scar, and then her lips press directly over my heart, giving me the sweetest goddamn kiss that I’ve ever received.

  And that’s when I know. Trix Valentine did the impossible.

  She didn’t just trespass into my office that day. She damn well trespassed into my heart, when I’d all but given up on the damn thing.

  Chapter 26

  Trix

  For a third time, I wake up tucked in Warren’s bed.

  But this time, instead of recovering from food poisoning or being stoned out of my mind, I find myself enjoying pure postcoital bliss.

  My first time having sex was perfect. It didn’t just feel like sex, either. It felt like more. The way Warren looked at me last night…I can’t even put into words how it made me feel. He looked at me like he cherished every breath I took. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me, like I was the sexiest woman in the world. The both of us in the ocean, it was like being at the edge of the world where no one else existed.

  The way he held me, the reverence of his touch, the way our bodies joined together… I truly meant it when I said that it was exactly perfect.

  After all those weeks of watching him, I never imagined that he would ever look at me the way he looked at me last night. Now I’m addicted to that look—that hunger, that sparkle of lust in his gaze. I want it again and again.

  When I open my eyes and see the soft sunlight streaming in from his balcony doors, I stretch languidly, and then I smile when I feel a hard ridge dig into my backside.

  Turning over, I smile at Warren’s sleepy face as he looks back at me. “Well, good morning to you too,” I say, my breathless tone a little raspy from sleep.

  His eyes darken. “Good morning,” he replies, equally husky. “You look fucking sexy as hell naked and in my bed.”

  He slips his hand down and places it on my stomach, and in an immediate response, my legs pop open like a biscuit tin. Unravelling just like that.

  Warren looks down with an arched brow. “What’s happening there?”

  I follow his gaze at my skanky legs. “Don’t know. A touch to the tummy is like a sex button, I guess.”

  He chuckles. “I’ll be sure to remember that. Might come in handy.”

  I’m gonna come in real handy if he keeps rubbing me like that. I have to physically stop myself from nuzzling up against him like a damn cat looking for some scraps.

  Looking up at him, I take a moment to revel in our closeness. Man, his morning voice coupled with his morning wood, plus his adorably sexy morning hair… It makes me want to lick every inch of him.

  “Feel free to lick me anytime,” he says with a smile tugging at his lips, letting me know that I accidentally said that out loud.

  “You exhausted me last night, Mr. Knight,” I say. I let my fingers toy over the ridges of his stomach. “The sea sex was awesome. Ocean orgasms should definitely have been first on my to-do list,” I say.

  “Hindsight twenty-twenty.”

  I nod in agreement. “But then the bed sex was good too. I’ve moved you up to a solid A minus now.”

  “Oh, really?” he says, reaching over and hauling me up on top of him. I straddle his waist, my hands perched on his abdomen as I balance myself. From this angle, I get a very nice “hi there and hello” from his friendly staff.

  “Just an A minus?” he challenges as he grips me by the waist.

  “Like I said, always room for improvement.”

  “You’re going to have to pay for that, my darling Valentine.”

  I love it when he calls me that.

  “Psh,” I scoff. “I’m not afraid of you.”

  His eyes light up. That should’ve been my first warning. “Well, that was the wrong thing to say,” he murmurs with mirth. That should’ve been my second warning.

  Apparently, I’m bad at warnings.

  One second, his hands are firmly on my waist, and the next, he starts drumming and poking into my sides, making my muscles jump and my mouth pop open in surprise as sensation pings into me.

  Immediately, mortifying snorts of laughter mixed in with animal screeches that I didn’t know I was capable of making, come tumbling out of my mouth as I desperately try to get away from his assault.

  Of course, he locks me in place with his legs as I continue to try to buck off and flail away.

  “What’s happening?” I squeal.

  His fingers dig into my sides, over my ribs, in my armpits, on the inside of my thighs...and I fricken lose it, laughing so hard that I feel abs forming as I plead with him.

  “Why...what...no!” I pant through bellows of chortling guffaws.

  “You’re so fucking ticklish,” he says in delight between his own bouts of laughter that he’s letting out at my expense.

  “I don’t like it!” I howl.

  “You’re laughing,” he points out.

  “It’s the worst!” Tears of hysterical giggles stream down my face, my smile so wide that my cheeks hurt.

  “Tell me I have an A plus, and I’ll stop.”

  “Never!” I am woman. Hear me snort.

  His eyes glitter with predatory challenge. “Wrong answer.”

  I thought he was brutally tickling me before. Nope. This. This is worse.

  I’m on my back before I can blink, and Warren has me pinned beneath him. His dancing fingers continue their assault all over my ticklish body, but then he adds to it by starting to blow obnoxiously loud raspberries right over my belly.

  “Okay, okay, okay! Uncle! Fucking uncle!” I cry.

  He doesn’t relent, and I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe.

  “Say the words, Miss Valentine.”

  “A plus! A plus!” I shout, my body shimmying from side to side. “You get an A fricken plus!”

  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his ticklish torment abruptly stops, and he looks down at me like the cocky bastard he is.

  I narrow my eyes at him as my boobs rise up and down from my erratic breathing. “That was a dirty trick.”

  He shrugs, still straddling my body but careful not to put all his weight on me. “I never said I wasn’t dirty,” he says with a salacious smirk.

  “Being tickled is exhausting,” I say, suddenly feeling like I need a nap. “Okay, right,” I say, switching gears. “So, while I have you here…”

  He cocks a brow at me. “Pretty sure I have you.”

  I wave a hand at him. “Same thing. Anyway, now that we’ve been on an official date and done the dirty business, I figured this is the twenty questions part of our relationship.”

  “Twenty questions?”

  “Yeah, you know, where we move past what’s your favorite color and when your pussy comes all over my cock, I want my tongue in your mouth sort of thing. Now we’re at the part where we talk about the other stuff, ask each other questions, right?”

  His eyes glitter in amusement and heat from me reciting his dirty words back to him from last night. I smack him playfully on the chest. “Focus!”

  “Apologies. Please continue,” he says, as he begins to trail his hands up my sides and grip my breasts. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs. “I love these tits.”

  My breath catches at his words and his hands, but I soldier on. “So...yeah. The real stuff,” I say, forcing my eyes to snap up from his ministrations on my chest to look back at his eyes so I can focus. “It’s like we’re leveling up. I’ll tell you things about me, and then you tell me things about you. You can ask whatever you want. Like, Hey, Trix, why w
ere you naked in my office that day? Or…How’d you end up as such a magnificent matchmaker?”

  His gaze flicks to me before he shakes his head. “We’re enjoying each other, Trix. We don’t need to dive in and start picking apart each other’s lives,” he tells me, as he continues to tease my breasts, his fingers plucking at my sensitive nipples.

  “Let’s begin,” I say, ignoring him. My body can’t quite do the same though, because my back arches up, shoving my needy boobs further into his palms. He hums in approval and starts to stroke them like they’re good little pets. “Anyway…” I pant, trying hard to stop squirming. “I really was in your office by accident. And the naked thing just sort of happened.”

  I feel his chuckle vibrate through our connected bodies. “When it comes to you, Trix, I have no doubt about that.”

  I go on. “But since I was in your office accidentally, I figured I’d take advantage of the situation and try to matchmake you.”

  “Which you failed spectacularly at,” he puts in, right before he leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.

  “I did not—shit...that...yeah, do that,” I plead, getting totally derailed.

  He chuckles again, my fingers threading through his hair as he works one nipple and then the other. Laving, nipping, sucking, licking...it sends a buzz through my entire body.

  “Anyway…” I manage to pant, though it takes considerable effort to keep my brain working well enough to talk. “I’m a real life cupid. Thought you should know. That’s why I’m so awesome at matchmaking.”

  “Agree to disagree,” he mumbles before blowing a breath over my nipple, making it harden into a painful peak.

  “I am awesome...now. Before, not so much,” I admit, but I lose my train of thought again when he starts moving his head down, down, down.

  Oh shit.

  Without warning, his skilled tongue licks a path up my slit, and I cry out, my eyes squeezing shut.

  “Warren!”

  His weight shifts off of me for a moment before returning several seconds later. “Are you done talking, darling?” he teases.

  “Mm-hmm. Yep. Please proceed.”

  He laughs, and then his tongue is fucking me so good that my toes curl and my hands fist into the sheets.

  “The carpet matches the drapes,” he murmurs, running his finger over the short hair between my legs. “I have to say, I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “I like pink,” I sputter out.

  He chuckles before licking me some more. “You taste so fucking sweet. Like cotton candy. My own sugary Valentine.”

  “Warren…”

  I want to get there. Up that peak that he introduced me to last night. I want it so badly that my entire body is already quivering with need.

  “I’ll take care of you,” he promises me.

  He spreads the lips of my pussy, blowing on my clit the same way he blew over my nipple, and I hiss in response. Before I can chastise him though, he plunges a finger inside of me, and then, something else presses against my clit, and it’s not his tongue.

  My eyes fly open when I feel something hard and slightly cold press down on my needy nub, and then...it comes alive. Like Frankenstein.

  Chapter 27

  Trix

  “What the fuck? What is...Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

  I say the words over and over again as I look down, watching as Warren circles my clit with a slender red vibrator.

  The thing starts to vibrate so hard against my clit, that I nearly lurch off the bed.

  “Holy fuck me shoes,” I cry, my body unable to stop writhing. It’s like my vagina is in contact with a live wire, like I’m getting electrocuted with buzzing pleasure that’s almost too much.

  Warren places his hand on my abdomen when my hips jolt upward again, keeping me grounded against the mattress.

  Just as I’m about to get to that peak I’ve been hiking up, he takes the vibrator away and licks my clit again, sucking the sensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves right into his mouth at the same time that he plunges the vibrator inside of me.

  Oh, shit.

  Stars erupt behind my lids. I can’t talk. I can’t see. I can’t breathe.

  Fuck, I can’t even remember my name.

  Who am I? Are you there, Sev? It’s me, someone.

  Warren moves again, replacing the vibrator with his fingers so that he can curl into my g-spot, and then those strong reverberations are against my clit again, and I’m gone. Finished. Fully baked. Put a vibrator in me, I’m done.

  I shatter like a piece of glass—if said glass had a vibrator palpitating on it like a godsdamned magical hammer.

  I scream his name. Or mine. Or someone else’s. Who really knows? Who cares?

  My orgasm rolls from one to another, and then to another, because I guess my vagina decided to climb the stairs to that peak and then make it a damn triple decker.

  I’m gonna die. I’m actually gonna die from a vibrator. “Death by too many orgasms” is gonna be etched into my tombstone for all to see.

  I can’t even be mad. It would be an awesome way to go.

  I come down slowly, like one might awaken from a coma. I think I accidentally ascended through consciousness or some shit.

  I’m so overly pulsated that I don’t even feel it when Warren finally lets up his relentless ministrations and removes the vibrator from my body.

  I peel open a pair of wild, sex-juiced eyes and stare up at him in breathless reverence. “Marry me.”

  Sitting back on his heels, he laughs before scooting up my body and planting a kiss on my lips. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you never to propose after an orgasm?” he teases.

  My head shakes in a graceless flop, as I still attempt to come down from that pinnacle he shot me up to. “No, because that’s a stupid rule. And I wasn’t proposing to you. I was proposing to the vibrator. That thing. Is. Amazing. I wanna spend the rest of my life with it.”

  He laughs, but I’m not kidding.

  I somehow find the strength to try to reach up and grab it where it’s clutched in his palm, but Warren moves way faster than me and holds it out of my reach. “Uh uh,” he says, waving it in front of me.

  I swear, I don’t mean to lick my lips like a salivating dog as my eyes watch it longingly. It just happens.

  “I’m the only one who gets to use this on you.”

  I fall back on the bed in a huff. “What? Why?”

  He leans down again, kissing me once, licking at the seam of my lips before answering. “Because. As long as we’re together, I’m the only one who gets to touch this pussy, understand?”

  I find myself nodding automatically, just because I love his dirty possessiveness. It’s hot as fuck.

  “Only I get to lick the cream you spill from your pretty cunt,” he goes on. “I get to watch you writhe and pant, to hear you mumble incoherently. So this? This is mine too,” he says, wagging the vibrator tauntingly in front of me. “Be a good girl, and I’ll use it on you again later.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes, even though on the inside, I’m ready to paint a gold star on my boobs and wear a halo, because I will do whatever it takes to get him to use that enchanted little shimmy stick of delight on me again.

  Still, I play it cool.

  “I’ll totally be a good girl!” I blurt.

  Okay. So not so cool, then.

  He smirks down at me and then moves off the bed, still sporting a very impressive hard-on.

  “Hey!” I say, pointing a finger at his dick. “I could orgasm you. That would make me a good girl. A great one, some might even say,” I say in a rush.

  Did I sound desperate just then? Is my vagina controlling both sets of my lips now? Get your shit together, Vagina. We can’t let him know he has us under his vibrating thumb.

  He grins at me with a wink.

  Dammit. He knows.

  “As much as I’d love for you to do that, I have to get ready for work, or I’ll be late,” he answers. “And since I already played
hooky with you yesterday, I’m way behind on things.”

  I blow out a puff of disappointed air, my eyes watching the vibrator longingly as he takes it into the bathroom to wash it. I hear the sink run, and then he comes back out, opening his nightstand drawer to put it away. “Did you buy that thing just for me?”

  He nods. “I just helped you cross off another to-do item from your list. You’re welcome,” he says cockily.

  “You’re such a teacher’s pet,” I tease as I sit up on my elbows.

  Warren runs his appreciative, hungry eyes over my body. “Fuck. You need to get out of my bed and put on some clothes, or I really will be late.”

  With a smile, I get up from bed, stretching my arms and back lazily. I hear Warren groan behind me.

  “What day is it?” I ask. “Maybe we can do some more fun things when you don’t have to work?”

  “It’s Wednesday. And sure,” he answers.

  I whirl around. “Wednesday?” I ask, my face lighting up.

  He eyes me warily. “Yes…”

  I clap my hands. “Awesome! I have somewhere I need to be, actually. Can I have a shower? And a ride?”

  “Of course. You can shower in my bathroom, and I’ll have my driver take you wherever you need to go. I can drive myself to work today,” he says, picking up his phone from the nightstand as he starts to type out a message, probably to his driver. “Where do you need to be taken?”

  “Back to the commune first. Then the college.”

  Warren’s eyes flash over to me, and a frown appears between his brows. “You go to college?”

  I shake my head, looking around for my dress that Warren carried up from last night, but the white fabric is all dirty and rumpled from lying on the damp beach sand last night.

  “Yeah. No. Kinda. Not really,” I say.

  Warren pauses. “Okay then.”