Super Stupid Cupid: An Enemies to Lovers Valentine's Day Romance (Super in Love Book 6)

by Jamie Knight

  Super Stupid Cupid

  Super in Love Book 6

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  Jamie Knight –

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  Here are the books in the Super in Love series, which can be read and understood alone but are best enjoyed all together!

  1): Super Over You

  2): Super Not Into You: An Enemies to Lovers Fake Fiancé Romance

  3): I Super Don’t: An Enemies to Lovers Fake Fiancé Romance

  4): Super Big Game: An Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance

  5): Super Secret Santa

  6): Super Stupid Cupid

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One – Felix

  Chapter Two – Felix

  Chapter Three - Felix

  Chapter Four – Mandy

  Chapter Five – Mandy

  Chapter Six -Mandy

  Chapter Seven – Felix

  Chapter Eight - Felix

  Chapter Nine – Mandy

  Chapter Ten - Mandy

  Chapter Eleven – Felix

  Chapter Twelve - Felix

  Chapter Thirteen - Mandy

  Epilogue – Mandy

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  Chapter One – Felix

  “Felix will be in charge of the Valentine’s Day event, and Max, you’ll help him.”

  I had just entered the locker room where the entire New York Leviathans football team was seated on the benches. Coach Kramer was standing in front of everybody with his characteristic clipboard in hand. As I strolled over to find a seat, he immediately turned his fire-eyed attention to me.

  “It’s a good thing you’ve decided to join us on time, Felix,” Coach griped, his voice echoing off the walls and a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. Everybody else looked up as I made my way to stand next to my vice-captain.

  I sat down, anticipating some foul language coming in my direction from the coach. I was already late, and not for the first time, but I was warmed up and ready for practice. I wanted to ensure that I was completely ready for the upcoming Super Bowl.

  “I was just telling everybody that we’ll be having a matchmaking event on February 1st, just like the ones y’all experienced in high school.”

  Some of the players snickered.

  “I believe that fostering good relations among the New York Leviathans family is crucial for winning any game, don’t you agree?”

  There were a couple of groans throughout the room.

  “Felix,” Coach Kramer continued, turning to face me squarely, “I have put you in charge of this event. Make your teammates proud. I want to see good interactions between you and the cheerleaders.”

  “Why me, coach?” I whined, unable to keep from asking.

  I was in no mood to play matchmaker for anyone. In fact, I just wanted to quietly find a Valentine’s Date, spend a long night in bed, and never see her again. I didn’t need my teammates’ help, or my coach, for that matter, to assist.

  “Look at this one, everybody,” Kramer taunted, turning the attention of the entire room on me. “How many hearts have you broken in your time here, Felix? How many?”

  I frowned. There had been quite a few.

  “Think of this as a way of making up for your past indiscretions,” said the coach to the laughter of everybody else in the room. I felt my cheeks burning red hot, a little frustrated that the coach had to bring up my past love life in front of my teammates.

  “I want all of you to remain focused,” he continued, “if this matchmaking is a success, it will improve morale. We’re going to win the Super Bowl, and I need all of you functioning at your best. I don’t want anybody distracted during the game, looking at the girls, or thinking about a broken heart. I want everybody on the same page.”

  “I hope Cupid does a good job, then,” said James, one of the linemen from the other side of the room. He was looking straight at me, and the entire room burst out in laughter once more. Even the coach had a rare smile on his face.

  “Cupid, huh?” he chuckled, scratching his chin. “That’s a good name for you, Felix.”

  Everyone was laughing at me because my well-documented past with women was always a source of amusement. I was openly a player, and commitment was not my game. I simply couldn’t manage to date a single woman at a time.

  My teammates always looked at me differently since I was perpetually single. While some were single, some had steady girlfriends or were married. Family life was big for Leviathans, most of them understanding the importance of stable relationships. However, I was the total opposite.

  Whenever one of my married teammates had a family gathering at their home, they would invite the rest of the team but not me. I only got phone calls from my teammates when it was time to party or go for extended overseas holidays. That was just the kind of guy I was.

  Cupid, huh?

  It was time for a new job. It was just as well that I was chosen to do matchmaking duties for this stupid, early Valentine’s Day thing. There was no point in me letting my teammates down. After all, they had been there for me in the past after some of my more disastrous decisions.

  There was this one girl, Mel, who I met after a game in Chicago. She was beautiful and approached me as the team was leaving the stadium. We exchanged phone numbers, deciding to meet later that evening.

  She came directly to my room, but she also brought two friends along with her. I was surprised, but after a while, I accepted that they were excited about being around an NFL star. We ended up having an explicit night, all four of us, and the following morning, the team flew back to New York.

  However, once we landed, I realized trouble had been brewing in the few hours we were in the air. Media stations across the country were splashing the girls’ image from last night and me on all the networks. Soon enough, it was a scandal.

  The New York Leviathans’ owners were approached to make a statement about the recent images that showed me having a raunchy night out with a troupe of prostitutes. Coach Kramer was also approached, but everybody in the organization, including my teammates, refused to give a statement to the media.

  The story eventually died down after a couple of weeks, but I had to apologize profusely to everyone. Having promised to control how I acted around women, everything started going back to normal. The incident became a distant memory.

  However, after another successful game in Arizona only a month after that, I joined a party thrown by the team’s local supporters in Phoenix. I ended up meeting and dancing with a stunning woman before discreetly leaving the party venue with her.

  I was careful to check that she was not a prostitute, and even though I was already drunk, we ended up having fun the whole night. In the morning, we parted ways without any incident.

  However, after a couple of days, even that story exploded. It turned out that the woman was the wife of a local politician, and her bodyguards had been following her discreetly all night. It was another scandal that took a while to die down.

  Generally, I was not the best person with women. I was careless. I met different women almost every week and never had a relationship that lasted more than a couple of days of sex. I had the privilege of meeting all types of g
irls but settling down was not in my nature.

  So, the irony of becoming Cupid was not lost on me.

  Coach Kramer eventually transformed the practice session into a lively one, ordering everybody out onto the cold field. It had snowed the previous night, and the grass was all slippery, but at least everybody was psyched to get going.

  As we ran onto the field, I was surprised that the cheerleaders were already there. Temperatures were freezing, yet they were clad in their tight skirts and colorful tops, ready for practice. Everybody wanted to win the Super Bowl really badly.

  The coach had us go over tactics and routine drills, ensuring that everybody was game ready. We wanted to touch all bases, make sure that the team left nothing to chance. I could only imagine all the women we would get if we managed a Super Bowl success.

  I tried to maintain my concentration during practice, but all the talk of matchmaking had gone to my head. I couldn’t help but notice one particular cheerleader who was standing out from the others. I had known her for a while now, her name was Mandy, and she was a captain of the cheerleading squad.

  We had flirted a few times in the past, but nothing had ever come about. Perhaps she knew of my reputation and had decided to steer clear. As I gazed at her long legs and the way that her skirt barely covered her round ass, I felt disappointed. I bet I could make the girl scream if I got into her bed. And those plump tits? Those would feel better than a football between my fingers.

  It then dawned on me that I had the power to fix up any girl with any guy I wanted, and I thought about hooking myself up with her.

  Mandy’s long hair was tied in a ponytail that dropped all the way to her back. I could almost feel the silky strands between my fingers. I watched her as she bounced about with the rest of the cheerleaders. Her graceful movements and her beauty were mesmerizing. I loved how curvy she was. Her thick thighs would look wonderful spread, and when I had a chance to get a good look at her face, I started romanticizing about her lips around my cock.

  Honestly, I was surprised that none of my teammates had done anything serious with Mandy. She was easily the hottest of the cheerleaders, and since she had a great personality, she was a good catch.

  I guess I could see why none of the other guys had tried to date her, though—at least as far as I knew. She was so stunning; any man would be intimidated to approach her.

  Maintaining my concentration during practice was starting to be a severe problem. I couldn’t help but occasionally glance at her, admiring just how much she was standing out from the rest of the girls.

  I felt all bubbly inside, that feeling that guys get when we have an extreme crush on a girl. I felt as though my body was being overwhelmed with the need to go over, talk to Mandy, take her away from here, and soon. My dick was getting hard.

  I could only imagine convincing her to come back to my place, using my handsome, rugged looks and my muscles to my advantage. Plus, girls were always drawn to me once they realized my essential status on the team playing tight end.

  I would caress Mandy all the way to my front door, making sure one of my hands never left her ample ass. Once we were inside, I’d hike up her skirt to reveal more of her thighs. I wanted to put my hands all over them and kiss them.

  I would tear away the skirt, leaving her in her panties. Then I’d remove her tight top to admire her perfectly round breasts. Kissing her all over her body, I would listen to her moaning as my lips pressed against her soft skin.

  From where I was standing, I could only imagine that she smelled delicious as well. Her perfume would fill my nostrils as I was on top of her, and the thought of that alone made my cock harder.

  Tasing her wet pussy would be amazing. I would make my tongue play in between her legs until she was delirious with lust and coming into my mouth. The girls I had been with said I had a talented tongue, so I was sure to satisfy Mandy. The thought of her thighs shaking around my face as she dripped juices onto my chin made my blood boil with desire.

  Then when she was lightheaded and begging, I’d push my big cock into the entrance of her undoubtedly tight little pussy. She would beg me to go deeper inside her, to thrust faster, to squeeze and lick her nipples. It would be so hot in the bedroom even if it was snowing outside.

  I watched her bending over as part of a routine with the rest of the girls and was in heaven. I was trying to concentrate on participating in a defensive team routine, but my mind was already off the field.

  I was lucky that I didn’t have much to do. Otherwise, Coach Kramer would have noticed that I was drifting off into space. I felt a little surprised at myself because usually, I could keep my mind on practice.

  But Mandy was really hot. She was reminding me that I desperately needed a good fucking.

  Coach Kramer asking me to be a matchmaker for the rest of the team was now starting to make sense. There was no way I would play well if I was utterly distracted by Mandy’s beautiful thighs.

  I was now starting to look forward to my Cupid responsibilities. The first order of business would be to ensure Mandy was mine, and then the rest of the team could get whoever they wanted. I had been looking for somebody to keep me warm during this cold season, and I may have just found the right person.

  Focusing on practice that day turned out to be a futile exercise. All I could think about was sex.

  Chapter Two – Felix

  When I got home, it was already dark.

  I felt as though I had wasted a considerable part of my afternoon staring at Mandy. However, as I closed the front door to my apartment and flipped the light switch on, she was still very much entrenched in my mind.

  I couldn’t get over just how sexy she looked in that short, white skirt. She was a gorgeous woman, and she had left a lingering need inside my heart and in my cock. It was a desire I was having trouble shaking.

  Trying to distract my mind, I fixed myself a quick supper in the kitchen before slouching in front of my television to catch whatever news was on. There was a general fervor about the upcoming Super Bowl. It was all everybody could talk about. Thinking about the Super Bowl brought Mandy back to mind.

  I decided to call up my dad and find out what he was doing as I flipped through the channels. There was nothing distracting on, so I might as well check-in.

  Since my mother left him when I was still in high school, Dad had changed entirely and became a very lonely man. He had grown overly dependent on me, and he rarely hung out with other people.

  When I spoke to him, he sounded depressed, as always. He was bored, living alone, and spending the cold nights in his small apartment. He was always asking for me to pay him a visit, and I did whenever I had the time.

  My mother’s final night with us was etched in my memory. She had returned home from work to find us having dinner and was annoyed that we had started without her. Her frustration compounded when she found out that Dad had not helped with the laundry. She had explicitly asked him to help her out with the cleaning before leaving for work that morning. Things got worse when Dad dismissed the matter, saying that he would get to it the following morning.

  That sparked a nasty argument between the two of them, and I was unable to finish eating. My mother got very frantic. She started hitting my father, who was trying his best to restrain her.

  Frightened, I ran off into the den and pulled the door, only leaving it slightly ajar so that I could watch the drama before me unfold. Mother was yelling at the top of her lungs about how furious she had become with the marriage and that she was leaving the following day.

  “You can have Felix if you want. I don’t love either of you anymore.”

  Those were the last words I heard my mother say to my father. I went to bed with a heavy heart, wondering why my parents could not just get along.

  The following morning, my worst fears were confirmed. I found Father seated at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in his hand. He cut a forlorn figure, and he barely looked up as I walked into the room.

  Th
e next thing I noticed was that the house looked empty, and a bunch of things were missing.

  “Where’s the furniture?” I asked Dad, but he would not reply.

  Instead, I would have to slowly accept that I would be motherless from here on and that we would just be two men in the house. Things became different for both my father and me from that day.

  Mom leaving left a massive scar on my heart. I hadn’t been able to trust women since then. I couldn’t enter into a committed relationship knowing very well that a woman could very easily do to me what my mother did to my father.

  One-night stands were the only option, and I had been doing them my entire adult life. I very much preferred girls who liked no-strings-attached relationships. There had to be flexibility in a casual hook up so that if any of us had to leave, we could do so with ease.

  The thought of having a serious relationship was terrifying for me. I had never been in one. Commitment was out of the question. The thought of what happened to my father was something that could never leave me.

  As I hung up the phone with my dad, it bothered me just how influential my parents’ divorce was on my life. I was simply not husband or boyfriend material.

  Despite my fears about relationships, I was feeling weird every time the thought of Mandy flashed in my mind. It made my heart race faster, and my mouth suddenly dried up.

  She was unique, and it had been a while since I had set my eyes on such a stunning lady. I couldn’t recall how long she had been a cheerleader for the team, but I certainly felt embarrassed that I had never bedded her. It was time for things to change.

  Chapter Three - Felix

  I could not help but touch myself as I thought about Mandy in the comfort and warmth of my living room. I started flipping the channels on the television, but thoughts of what her naked body could look like overwhelmed me. I placed the remote control beside me on a table.