Cupid's Arrow (Devils Rejects MC Book 4)

by Glenna Maynard

  © 2108 Cupid’s Arrow Glenna Maynard

  This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.

  The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction.

  Cover design: Glenna Maynard

  Devils Rejects MC

  Reading Order

  Hades’ Flame

  Boogeyman’s Dream

  Reaper’s Till Death

  Cupid’s Arrow

  Uno’s Truth

  Cocky’s Fight

  Acknowledgements

  To Tina and Annette, thank you so much for beta reading and being so awesome and supportive.

  To MaryAnn, thank you for inspiring MaryAnn and lending me your name.

  To my Rebels & Devils, you will never know how much I adore you all.

  To my wonderful man, awesome kids, and gremlin guinea pigs–I love you.

  Dedication

  To second chances.

  Cupid’s Arrow

  She’s a clubwhore not a housewife, but the heart wants what it wants, and he wants her.

  Cupid

  She’s a whore. A nobody in the eyes of many. In mine—MaryAnn is better than them all. She thinks she knows me, but I have secrets that haunt me. She thinks she can save me, but I am beyond redemption. I should let her go but I can’t. I’ve claimed her body and now I’ll claim her heart.

  MaryAnn

  Men use me up and toss me aside. I’m a clubwhore—easily disposable. Most have never given me a second thought until Cupid. He says he’s going to claim me, but I know the score. Women like me don’t get happily ever afters we get happily for nows.

  Contents

  Series Reading Order

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek

  About Glenna

  Also By

  Chapter One

  —MaryAnn

  Three months Ago

  “You know I could make you go.” Cupid smirks at me with his smug bastard grin. The one he knows I can’t resist. The smile that has any woman ready to go down on her knees and pay worship to his almighty cock. Something I have been doing a lot of lately.

  “No one would want me there. It wouldn’t be right.” I shake my head. The fantasy of hopping on the back of Cupid’s motorcycle and attending Hades’ wedding sounds beautiful in theory. However, I know my place—down on my knees or bent over for any member of Devils Rejects MC who wants me. Some might say because I am a clubwhore that they use me. That may be true, but I use them too.

  “I want you there.” He grabs my hand and tugs, trying to pull me back down to his bed and he succeeds. His sweet lips brush over my knuckles. “I also want you right here.” Putting my hand around his cock, with his hand covering mine, he strokes slowly, teasing me. “Wanna go for a ride?” He laughs, his hazel eyes brimming with hunger.

  “I should be getting back downstairs.”

  Cupid sighs. “Work smerk.” Reaching into the nightstand, he pulls out a condom and rolls it on his growing erection. Laying on his back the man looks like a tattooed God. I can’t help but appreciate the view. A Celtic knotted cross covers the center of his chest.

  Chewing on my bottom lip I know I won’t deny him. I couldn’t if I tried. I’m becoming addicted to this man. His body—his cock is my drug. Cupid makes me feel like I matter. That I’m not just some easy pussy for him to stick his cock in.

  “Take these back off,” he demands, hooking a thumb under the waist of my G-string.

  “And if I say no?” I fight the urge not to smile as he juts his bottom lip out. “You gonna pout?”

  Before I know what’s happening he wraps his arms around me in a bear hug, positioning me on my back, so that he is the one in control. I kick my legs, pretending to be perturbed all the while loving his attention and his dominating nature.

  Taking hold of both sides of the thin string holding my bottoms on my ass he rips them off with little force. “Much better,” he growls. His nose runs along the seam of my pussy lips. “Mmm, you smell like me. Fuckin’ shit turns me on,” he confesses, moving up my body and lying next to me and warmth pools deep in my womb. “Are you wet for me, sweet Mary?” Sliding a finger through my slick heat his eyes darken. “Hell yeah you are. My sweet girl is always so damn ready for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I gasp as his finger curls inside me.

  “Want me filling this greedy pussy with my fat cock, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Cupid.”

  He pinches my clit with his other hand. “Call me, Ryan. Want my real name on those lips when I fuck you.”

  My heart skips a beat. I’ve never had a club member tell me his real name let alone ask me to use it. I wet my lips. “I want you, Ryan.”

  “Oh baby, you have no idea how good it is to hear you say my name,” he whispers, closing in on my mouth. His tongue sweeps along my lips, hot and tasting of the joint he smoked about ten minutes ago. That’s what woke me up this morning. The smell of the smoke. I didn’t mean to sleep over. That’s not our arrangement. I usually come to his room, we get each other off, then I leave to my own room. Last night though, after, he held me in his arms, petting my hair, not talking while he did it, but still it was sweet. Was different than what I am used to.

  The guys aren’t exactly rough with me, but they are normally about getting theirs and falling asleep. Cupid being so affectionate, it meant something to me, though it probably shouldn’t. He was pretty wasted last night. He probably still is, and considering he just smoked a fat joint, I shouldn’t take anything he says to heart. Even if the words are nice to hear, I know they are weightless and will lead nowhere. I’m not new to this life. I’ve been around a few years now. I know clubwhores aren’t housewives.

  Men like Cupid don’t settle down with women like me. They go out and marry cunts like Uno’s bitch wife, Stephanie, and then they get to treat me like shit, because in the grand scheme of things I am below them. Though, I give a lot of these guys credit, they don’t fuck around on their wives.

  Not that I have seen anyhow. I just get to warm their beds until they find their one. I’ve made my peace with my role. I gave up dreaming of another life long ago.

  “God, MaryAnn…” a shudder ripples through his body as he inches his sheathed cock inside me. “Feels so good, but I know it could feel better. Do you trust me?” Cupid eases
back out and stills as his body hovers over mine. “Want to feel you skin to skin.”

  I shake my head. “We can’t. You know the rules.” One of the main rules is sex with a clubwhore must be with protection. No accidental pregnancies. No baby momma drama stirring up any unnecessary bullshit.

  “Rules were meant to be broken.” He pushes back in then draws out at a torturous pace. “Just for a minute. I’ll put it back on.”

  We both know it’s a lie, but I give in anyway.

  Cupid takes the condom off and throws it across the room. “Fuck, baby.” He bites my shoulder as he sinks in my velvet heat and we get lost in each other, forgetting our roles. Right now, I’m not a whore and he isn’t the vice president of the club. We’re MaryAnn and Ryan. A man and a woman seeking pleasure. Taking anything the other is willing to give. My body and his sweet little whispered lies of how special I am.

  This man’s gaze holds me hostage as our bodies move but our eyes stay focused, locked on one another. I can’t help but wonder if this is what making love feels like. It’s been so long, fucking is all I know.

  “I don’t ever want to stop fucking you. Motherfuck me, if this is the end I’ll die a happy man.” He bends his head down to capture one of my nipples in his smooth-talking mouth. Teasing and tasting. Giving and receiving. He ravishes my body with his tongue and fingers.

  Rolling to his back, he brings me with him, never breaking our connection. Slapping my ass, roughly he orders me to ride him and I gladly comply.

  “I love the way your big tits bounce as you work my cock.”

  ——

  After spending the morning in Cupid’s bed, I’m overdue on starting my chores. Not that I think anyone notices. They don’t pay much attention to anything I do unless they need or want something.

  Eugene, a prospect gives me a chin lift from behind the bar. “Thanks for covering for me.” I smile at him.

  Grabbing his crotch, he winks, while shaking his pecker at me. “You can thank me later.”

  I look away, trying not to cry. I know he means no harm and normally that sort of shit doesn’t faze me. I need to get myself in check. Cupid is blurring lines and making me second guess who I am.

  The front doors open and in rolls Stephanie and her followers. The cunt club is what I call them. Well not to their faces. I can hate them all I want to in private but as old ladies of the brothers of this club I have to grin and bear their presence. They come in to hold their little lunches and meetings. I think they want to keep a presence so that all the whores and hangarounds don’t forget their place and to remind their men what they have at home.

  The blonde headed bitch snaps her fingers in my direction. “Drinks!” She sneers.

  “Coming right up.” Some days I wish I could bake her one of Minnie’s pies. That’d show the bitch. I laugh to myself as I serve them their drinks.

  “What’s so funny? You better not of done anything to my drink. I don’t need to remind you that I’m Uno’s old lady,” Stephanie snaps and I want to spit my gum in her blonde curls.

  Just smile and wave, my inner voice demands.

  “She’s such a dirty skank,” I hear one of them say as I walk away.

  I keep moving back to the bar one foot in front of the other. If I was a dirty skank I would be trying to fuck their husbands but I’m not and I don’t. The only old lady worth a damn is Amber, Terror’s wife. She’s a real class act and wouldn’t be caught dead at their table.

  There’s a new girl with them that I have never seen hanging around the club before. Hades, the club president, doesn’t like strangers poking around. Outsiders don’t always understand our way of life. Bikers have a code. If you don’t follow that code, you could find yourself six feet under.

  More club members start coming through the doors. The jukebox starts to play, and I look over to see Cupid playing pool.

  He catches my eye and signals for a beer. When I start toward him I see that he’s playing with that new chick and my heart sinks to the floor. I don’t know why. It’s not like it is the first time I have witnessed him with someone else of the female persuasion.

  “How do I hold the stick?” she flutters her lashes at him and I roll my eyes.

  I shove his beer bottle into his hand and some sloshes out the top. He gives me a curious look. “You okay?”

  Rolling my lips inward, I mumble, “mmhhm,” while nodding my head.

  Sleeping with Cupid nearly every night for the past month and a half is fucking with my emotions. I need to pull back. I gotta put some space between us or I will be checking into the heartbreak hotel.

  My stomach cramps and I realize it’s time for my period, I’m only hormonal. A wave of relief washes over me. I was feeling a bit crazy for a minute there.

  “Can I get your lady friend a drink?”

  He shrugs without looking at her or asking her. “I know something I want to eat later for dessert.” He grins, his brown eyes are burning bright with flecks of gold and a hint of green.

  “Sorry, can’t. I have plans,” I lie.

  “That’s cool. Some other time.” He gives me that sexy smirk that turns me on. Damn him.

  “Yeah. Maybe.” I try to play it cool but inside I know I want nothing more.

  “MaryAnn!” Zo Zo shouts from the bar. “Get your fine ass over here and serve me, woman.” He’s stroking his beard and eyeballing me hard.

  “Are you gonna show me how to play?” The woman steals Cupid’s attention away and I hurry to see what Zo Zo wants.

  “Where you been sleeping? Not seen you around for weeks.” Grabbing me by my hips, he jerks me forward as he thrusts his crotch upward.

  “Aw, you been missing me?”

  “Been missing these.” His large rough hands rub over the curve of my breasts. “Want to slide my cock between your tits.”

  My cheeks burn. “Maybe I’ll let you later,” I tease. There is no maybe about it. If Zo Zo wants me he doesn’t need permission.

  “Need another beer,” Cupid shouts as the song playing in the background fades away.

  “Get your own beer. She’s busy.” Zo Zo puts an arm around my shoulder and bites my ear.

  “It’s fine.” I slide out from under his arm and grab Cupid a beer, knowing damn good and well he doesn’t need another beer yet.

  As I pass by the cunt club’s table I hear one of them say, “Doesn’t Cupid and Jessica looks so good together. You should play matchmaker more often.”

  Straightening my shoulders, I march forward, pretending the words don’t bother me. Cupid’s eyes are on me. I can’t let him know I care. I offer him a faint smile and take a drink of his beer, licking the bottle opening seductively.

  When I reach him, he grabs the bottle and chugs it. He throws the bottle over his head and it breaks against the wall. I want to smack him. I’ll probably be the one to sweep the shards up. “Zo Zo your plans for tonight?” I can hear anger laced behind his voice. It shouldn’t make me giddy on the inside, but it does.

  I shrug. “Maybe. The night’s still young.” I know I shouldn’t toy with him, but I can’t resist.

  He steps into my space and leans down, pushing my hair behind my ear. His voice comes out low and husky. “You gonna let him hit it bareback like you did me?”

  I stiffen as he licks the shell of my ear. Cupid has never made me feel like a whore until right now. “I don’t know. You taking your new girlfriend to the wedding?”

  He makes a scoffing sound. “You know I think I will.”

  “You do that.” I spit my words at him and spin on my heel.

  I don’t look back at him, even though the lure of his heated glare is almost too tempting to resist.

  Chapter Two

  —Cupid

  “So, are you gonna ask for my number?” This bitch Stephanie is trying to push off on me is batting her lashes at me, but I’m not interested. I can smell her desperation. Clingers are always the same.

  My eyes are on a much better prize. As though she
can sense me thinking about her, MaryAnn glances in my direction and rolls her eyes. She can act tough, but I know she’s jealous. She loves my cock. Zo Zo needs to quit sniffing around her ass. He’s like a damn dog in heat.

  Fucked up thing is I can’t say shit all about it. MaryAnn is a clubwhore. I know that but doesn’t mean I have to like it. I wag my tongue out and lick my bottom lip. Fuck she’s sexy. I can’t keep my eyes off her as she wipes the bar top down, getting things ready to shut down for the night.

  “Is that a no?”

  “I’m sorry, you say something, sweetheart?” I turn on my charm and pull out my phone, knowing if this cunt runs her mouth to Stephanie I will never hear the end of it from Uno. Only thing worse than a woman nagging is Uno’s punk ass whining about his demon of a wife.

  “I was saying, I hope to see you again.”

  “Yeah, sure thing.”

  “Stephanie said you might need a date to a wedding?”

  “Uh huh,” I answer, having no idea in hell what I am agreeing to. MaryAnn is stretching across the bar, her tits are practically popping out of her top, begging for me to pay them some attention.

  “I’ve never been to a biker wedding before.”

  The word wedding captures my attention. “Huh?”

  “The wedding, I’d love to go with you.”

  Fucking Zo Zo is rubbing his hands all up on MaryAnn now. Her blue eyes are on mine as he whispers in her ear. She giggles, and I want to smash his face in. I can’t do that though. I’m the VP of the club and gotta set the fucking example. We have enough shit to deal with short of adding fighting over pussy to the mix.

  The chick takes my phone from my hands and enters her number in under Jessica. Then she leans up and plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth. MaryAnn sees and turns into Zo Zo’s arms.

  Fuck him

  Fuck MaryAnn.

  Even as I think the thought I know it isn’t her fault. She’s club property, but I wish she were mine. I’d give anything to make her mine.