Can't Fix Cupid

by Raven Kennedy

  “I’m so mad at you,” I murmur.

  “I’m so sorry,” he replies before recapturing my mouth.

  This is different than his other kisses. This isn’t about him dominating me or turning me on. This is about him cherishing me. Adoring me. He’s pouring six months of longing into this kiss, and I can feel everything he’s trying to tell me.

  When he finally pulls away and looks down at me, I’m shocked to see that his eyes have a wet sheen in them. I reach up and run my fingertips along his scratchy jaw, relishing in the feel of him.

  “Damn, I missed you,” I confess.

  “I thought I lost you.”

  Emotion drips out of the corner of my eye, and his lips come down to kiss the tears away. “Me too,” I whisper.

  “I’m so sorry, Trix. I’m so damn sorry.” He punctuates every word with another kiss to my skin.

  He peppers his lips across my jaw and collarbone, up my neck, over my cheeks, and back to my lips. “I lied. I lied to you that day on the beach, and I’ve hated myself for it ever since. I love you so fucking much, Trix Valentine. I was lost without you, and I’m so damn sorry.”

  A relieved sob escapes me as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. “I love you too.”

  He responds by lifting me in his arms bridal style and walking towards his house, up the sandy hill.

  He whistles, and the shadowy figure of the dog races after us up the hill and into the backyard.

  “Wait...that’s your dog?” I ask with confusion. “But you’re allergic.”

  He continues to carry me into the house and up the stairs. When we pass into his bedroom, I notice a dog bed in the corner near the fireplace.

  “I am,” he answers with a nod. “But don’t you recognize him?”

  I look back, and now that there’s light to see him, my jaw drops. Brindled hair. Short legs. Long body. Cute brown eyes.

  “That’s the dog from the shelter. My favorite little man. You adopted him?”

  Warren takes me into his bathroom and shuts the door, setting me down on my feet. “I did,” he says, reaching around me to turn on the shower.

  “Why?”

  He looks at me steadily, his eyes still running over me like he’s worried I’ll disappear. “Isn’t it obvious?” he says quietly.

  My heart overfills at the implication of his words. “What did you name him?”

  “I didn’t,” he answers. “I just call him dog.”

  A laugh bubbles out of me. “Of course you do.”

  I step backwards into the shower and under the stream of water, and my nipples instantly pebble from the cool water. He eyes me hungrily as he strips off his shirt and pants, tossing them onto the floor.

  “Holy shit,” I murmur appreciatively, earning me a little chuckle.

  My eyes rove over him. He was gorgeous before, but now that he’s fully healthy, he’s almost unreal. He’s also obviously been working out, because damn. Lots more muscles. Everywhere.

  “New gym membership?” I quip.

  He steps onto the water with me and adjusts the temperature. “I had a lot of frustrations I needed to dispel.”

  “Dispelling looks good on you.”

  Warren grins before backing me up against the wall and propping his arms on either side of me. “I missed you so fucking much.”

  “I missed you too.”

  “I was a complete and utter idiot for letting you walk away from me that night.”

  I nod. “Yeah, no argument here.”

  His lips quirk as he reaches down and starts caressing me with the water, his fingers trailing over me and sending chills down my spine. “I hired seven different private investigators to try to find you, and none of them could come up with jack shit.”

  My eyes widen in surprise. “You looked for me?”

  His lips find my neck before nibbling on my ear. “Trix, I would’ve looked for you for the rest of my goddamn life. But it seems you found me first.”

  “I did,” I reply with a nod, my eyes falling closed as he continues to touch me. “Now show me.”

  “Show you what?”

  “Show me that you love me. Please,” I beg.

  “It would be my pleasure,” he replies.

  He gently lifts my leg to wrap around his hip. I feel the hot length of him against me as he kisses me again, and his hand comes down between us to touch me where I want him most.

  “Yes…” I sigh. “I missed this. Missed you. So damn much,” I say, my voice cracking.

  Another tear falls from my eye, and Warren leans forward to kiss it away. “No more tears. It fucking kills me to see you cry. I’ll never make you cry again, Trix,” he promises, and I can see the truth burning in his brown eyes.

  “Make love to me, Warren.”

  He hikes my leg up higher over his hip, and then his hot, hard length is slipping inside of me.

  We both groan in tandem, and despite him telling me not to, more tears fall, but this time, it’s because of the overwhelming sense of rightness.

  He moves slowly, pulling out of me in torturously leisured strokes. Every time, it’s like he’s creating sparks of need deep inside, and that fire caves in around me.

  “More.”

  “You beg beautifully, darling,” he says into my ear.

  I arch into him, and then he reaches down and hikes up my other leg until I’m completely wrapped around him.

  And then he starts fucking me hard. Just the way I want.

  No longer is this just a tender embrace of reacquaintance. Now he’s driving into me with insatiable need, feeding my starved soul with his intensity that I’ve missed.

  He plunges into me hard and fast, and I drop my head back against the wall in ecstasy. “Oh, gods, yes,” I moan.

  But he doesn’t let me off that easily.

  He grabs my chin, pulling my face down again. “Eyes on me, darling,” he orders. “I want to look into your eyes when you come, understand?”

  I nod, and his fingers drop to play with my clit again, pushing me up that delicious peak of pleasure.

  “I’ve missed you so goddamn much. There’s no one else for me, Trix. Just you. Always you.”

  “I’m yours.”

  My words earn a growl of pure male possession. He starts battering my pussy, ramming into me like he wants to fuck me into oblivion.

  “Your pussy was made for me,” he says, speaking the dirty words directly into my ear. “Do you hear the noises you’re making? Your sweet cunt is hugging my cock, dripping wet for me.”

  “Yes…you feel so good inside of me, Warren.”

  He hums in approval. “Next time I get you wet, I’m going to lick you from your tits to your slit, and taste your delicious cream as you come on my tongue.”

  “Oh, fuck…”

  I start grinding against him, desperate now for release. He takes my signal and starts plunging into me so hard that my back hits the wall, but I don’t care.

  “Yes. Keep going.”

  “Mmm. Such a naughty good girl. You like me fucking you like this? You like feeling my cock driving deep into your pussy, making you clench all over?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Good, because you’re mine. And I’ll never walk away from you again.”

  His mouth comes down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing it, biting the edges.

  My whole body tenses. His length drives me forward, slamming into me over and over again. The sound of our wet skin slapping together makes it all so much more erotic as his fingers dance over my clit.

  Moans slip unbidden from my lips, and I can’t take it anymore.

  “Warren,” I cry.

  “I’ll take care of you, darling.”

  His mouth descends onto mine again, his tongue diving inside at the same savage pace that he’s fucking me with. It’s powerful, all-consuming, unyielding, intense...and entirely Warren.

  I come with a cry, the sound searing into Warren’s mouth as he captures every noi
se. The orgasm rips out of me like he stole it from deep inside my soul, and my whole body clenches around him.

  He comes with a hard thrust inside me, my name on his lips.

  Perfection.

  It takes a long time for our breathing to even out and our bodies to return to the ground, but even then, I don’t want to let go. I’m so scared that this will all end. That it will all be ripped away from me again.

  I think he senses my hesitation, because his eyes soften. “You’re mine. I’m never letting you go, understand?”

  I nod with a hard swallow.

  “Good. Let me take care of you.”

  He carefully helps my legs disentangle from his body, and then he slips out of me. I make a noise of protest at his departure, and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, darling. I’m not through with you tonight. I’m going to fuck you again and again and again. I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll lose count.”

  I shiver. “That sounds acceptable.”

  With a grin, he starts lathering up soap to wash my hair. I watch him quietly as he concentrates, his fingers digging into my scalp and stroking my strands. It’s almost as pleasurable as the orgasm he just gave me.

  When he’s done with my hair, he washes my entire body, and he’s so incredibly gentle and attentive that it makes my heart swell.

  When we’re done, he turns off the shower and wraps me in a towel, helping to dry me off. He pauses when he sees my back. “Damn. I liked it before, but this looks sexy too.”

  Frowning, I turn to look over my shoulder and see that, instead of the full red wings tattooed on my back, some of the feathers are now pure, angelic white. Luckily, they’re all flat, no plucking needed.

  “Oh. Yeah.”

  “I’ll get used to the hair too,” he murmurs, fingering a blonde strand.

  I step away with a shrug, dropping the towel as I strut into his bedroom. I can feel his eyes on my ass as I go.

  “I’m going to dye it back,” I say, before lying down on his bed with a smirk. “After all, pink’s always been my color. I’m a cupid at heart.”

  He’s on me in a second, his body draped above me. “You’re my heart, my darling Valentine.”

  I beam, my happiness shining out of me. “And you’re mine.”

  THE END

  Epilogue

  Warren

  Six months later

  “Would you stop fidgeting?”

  I look over at Trix and drop the finger from my collar that I’ve been pulling on for the past half hour.

  “There are fucking dicks everywhere,” I tell her, as if she didn’t already know.

  She turns her head to look, and I immediately reach up to cover her eyes. “Don’t look directly at them,” I snap. “You’ll make them excited. Besides, the only dick I want you looking at is mine.”

  She laughs and yanks my hand away, threading her fingers through mine as she settles against my chest. “It’s not so bad.”

  I give her a look. She just keeps grinning. She’s enjoying this way too much.

  “How do they not get sunburned?” I murmur as I watch the concert. If you can even call it a concert. I honestly don’t know that they’re making music with those instruments they’re holding. It’s just a lot of noise and body parts jiggling.

  “I wear coconut oil,” one dude behind me says, answering my question. He leans forward towards me so he can be heard over the cacophony of hand chimes and drums. “It has natural SPF.”

  “Ah.”

  I lean forward so his naked chest doesn’t brush against mine. Seriously, it’s weirding me the fuck out being around all this skin.

  Trix laughs, obviously able to read my thoughts based on my expression.

  “Why do you always drag me into shit like this?” I ask.

  She shrugs from her spot on my lap. “It’s fun. You’re easily riled, Mr. Knight.”

  I press my lips against her ear, tugging her closer against me. “We’ll see how easily riled you get after we leave here,” I say. She shivers a little, and I smirk, because I’m a cocky bastard.

  The nudist concert thing finally ends—thank fuck—and we all stand up from our spots on the grass and head over where there’s a bonfire set up and organic vegetables cooking over a fire. Vegetables. No meat in sight. Apart from the obvious.

  I keep Trix tucked against my side as she visits with the twins, Bea and Blue. I’m amused as hell to see Harvey cringing at all the swinging dicks as much as I am. Serves the asshole right. He and Trix tricked me into coming.

  Rainbow Judy Goldenshower—or whatever the fuck her name is—comes gliding up to me, the feathers in her hair flapping around like a damn bird. “Pick a card.”

  She holds a deck of tarot cards in front of me, and Trix cringes. “Oh, man. This is some major fate shit right here,” she murmurs.

  “No thanks, I’d rather not,” I tell Judy.

  Her eyes narrow into slits. “Pick a damn card, boy. I wasn’t asking.”

  Trix tugs on my arm. “Ah, fuck. Don’t pick wrong!”

  “How do I know if it’s wrong?” I ask, exasperated.

  She shrugs, totally unhelpful. “No idea.”

  “Thanks a lot,” I say dryly.

  “Pick!” Judy snaps.

  “Fuck! Fine!” I reach out and pluck a card, turning it over.

  Trix hovers over it, and Judy’s face regains her gooey kindness like the flip of a switch when she sees what I’ve picked. “Ah. The Lovers,” she says with a wizened nod, her tone whimsical. “In that case, you may marry my Trix.”

  I gape at her, but she’s already walking away.

  Trix elbows me playfully. “Don’t worry. I don’t expect you to go out and buy a ring now.”

  I grimace. “Actually…”

  I don’t know how that hippie knew, but here goes nothing.

  I drop down on one knee.

  And immediately regret it, because now I’m eye-level with a lot of naked genitalia.

  Trix’s gasp of surprise brings my attention back up to her face. “Warren…”

  I dig into my pocket for the velvet box I’ve been carrying around all day and open it in front of Trix. Her hand flies to her mouth.

  I look up at her. “You brightened my life. Made me whole. You’re exactly perfect. Marry me, Trix Valentine.”

  Her eyes are shining, but she bites on her lip. “Say please.”

  My lips quirk up. “Please.”

  “Yes!” she says, grabbing the ring and sliding it on her finger in one excited swoop.

  “I was supposed to do that,” I drawl.

  She shrugs, staring down at the heart-shaped diamond with stars in her eyes. “You were too slow.”

  I grin. She’s so damn gorgeous, I can’t wait. I stand back up, ignoring the hoops and hollers around us, and pick her up. Her legs automatically wrap around me, and I use it to my advantage and start walking away.

  I want her alone. All to myself. I want to worship her. To show her over and over again how much I love her.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Home. So I can fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

  She hums against my neck. “I want the vibrator.”

  I laugh. “You’re going to give me a complex.”

  She shrugs. “It has seventeen settings, Warren. That’s impressive.”

  I pinch her ass in reprimand. “Careful, darling. Or I’ll fuck you right now.”

  Her eyes glitter with mischief. “That doesn’t sound like a bad punishment, and we are at a nudist colony. I’m sure they wouldn’t frown on us showing a little skin.”

  “Hmm, yes, but the only person who gets to see you, is me.”

  “My future husband is a real possessive ass,” she jokes.

  I chuckle as I walk past the nudist gate and into the parking lot. “Yep, and you’re mine.”

  She nods, her hands tangling in my hair. “I’m yours,” she agrees, placing a kiss on my lips. “Now take me home, Warren, and show me.”<
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  “It would be my pleasure.”

  Thank You For Reading

  Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this story! If you take the time to leave a review, I’m sure some cupids will send some Lust your way as a little thanks.

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  More by Raven Kennedy

  For a shifter romcom, check out my Pack of Misfits series.

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  For bully/dark romance, check out my Savannah Heirs series co-written with CoraLee June: Cruel: Savannah Heirs

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  Raven Kennedy likes writing and reading and chocolate-bar-eating. Dark chocolate. Get out of here with that other stuff. She also likes taking long walks on the beach. Okay, not really. She lives in the desert. The only water around is the wavy stuff that comes with a mirage. But I’m sure if there were a beach nearby, she’d walk then. Probably. Maybe. She enjoys writing in all kinds of genres, and whether it’s fantasy or contemporary, romcom or dark romance, she hopes she can give you characters you can root for.

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  Blurb

  You'd think that basically being in charge of love would be an epic job, right? Wrong. Sure, I can blow some Lust into people's faces and watch the show, but I can't actually participate. It gets old, trust me. Same goes for love. I can pass it out like sugar-free lollipops at a dentist's office, but I can't get any love for myself. It totally sucks.