Take My Body (Curse Bound 2)

Caspian didn’t have a crush on the bastard. He didn’t want to fuck him. He wanted to be him.

“Oh, honey… there’s no point crying over a jar of moonshine. Here, maybe this one will be easier to open,” Madge said and struggled with another container. She didn’t even bother to give it to him this time, surely afraid he’d fail again.

The dog was licking Caspian’s hands now, its whining like a lullaby to calm Caspian and stop him from embarrassing himself further.

“There. Have a sip. It’ll do you some good,” Madge said and handed him the open jar. The smell of the liquid inside made it obvious that this was homemade booze, produced with no certification whatsoever, but Caspian let it burn his throat as he imagined a life in Gunner Russo’s body.

He’d be strong.

He’d be fuckable.

He’d get to decide his own fate.

Gunner had no idea how lucky he’d been to be born in that skin.

Chapter 2 - Caspian

Caspian’s back clicked as he rolled under the covers, trying to amend the discomfort caused by the uneven mattress. The pull in his spine made him settle in a horizontal position, but between sunlight shining straight into his face and his butt sinking deep into the bed, the need to sleep soon became irrelevant.

He grunted with displeasure and threw his arms to the sides, scowling when he realized that the bedding was made with some kind of satin.

Had he hooked up with someone?

Impossible. That wasn’t his thing. He wouldn’t have bothered going to someone’s place for a blowjob, and as much as he wanted to try anal, he would have liked to at least remember doing it for the first time. Had he really drank that much last night? He vaguely remembered getting back home, so why was he… here? And where was here anyway?

He sat up, alerted by a loud meow.

“Get up, Gun!” a female voice hollered as Caspian took in his surroundings, from the satin sheets sliding against his skin, to the sharp smell of bleach coming from not far away.

He was sitting in a small double bed by a curtained window of what had to be a trailer. There was only so much space beyond the reach of the mattress, and he froze, realizing that whoever he ended up in bed with had a woman living with him. Shit.

He looked around the pale walls and built-in cupboards covered with pictures of cars and chiseled, sweaty men staring at Caspian from behind boxing gloves. But as he moved to the narrow space at the foot of the bed, frantically searching for his clothes, the door opened, and a woman stepped in, folding her arms under a pair of large breasts that were about to pop out of her orange tube top.

She wore tiny denim shorts with white pockets sticking out at the front of her thighs like twin flags, and jewelry in a bright shade of gold that contrasted with the duskiness of her tan.

But just as Caspian stilled, readying himself for an onslaught of questions and fists, the woman offered him a bright smile and applied some lip balm to her plump mouth before dropping her pert behind in his lap.

“Good morning, McDreamy. Where did you hide your wallet?”

Caspian froze, raising his arms to avoid touching her by accident. “I… what?” He unexpectedly hit the wall, as if the space was closing in on him. How small was this place for him to feel like it was a trailer for dolls? He stalled with his lips parted, staring up at the arms that both were and weren’t his.

Thick. Inked. Tanned and covered with dark hair. He wiggled the tattooed knuckles for good measure, and even though the hand was most definitely not his, it moved as expected.

“Your wallet, big man. I need to get some food for Fluffer and do some other shopping too.” The woman smiled, and when she leaned in, Caspian could smell her fresh, minty breath. He froze when her breast, so big for her tiny frame, pressed against his shoulder, in a bid to distract him and make him do what she wanted. She hadn’t taken into account that he might not have the slightest interest in what she offered.

Caspian’s brain pulsed with unease when he looked down at thick, hairy thighs that weren’t even close to his own slim legs. He needed a moment. He needed air and space. And maybe some water, because he’d clearly taken or eaten something he shouldn’t have.

“I’m not giving you anything. I just woke up, and I need time. Okay?”

She frowned at him as if that was the last thing she expected to hear. “Rude! You can try sucking your own dick then.” She rubbed her ass against his crotch for emphasis before jumping off his lap.

“I’ll just find someone who doesn’t want my money for it,” Caspian snapped and shot up, dropping when his head smashed into the ceiling.