Cupid's Arrow (Devils Rejects MC 4)

As Cupid demanded, I’m in my room kneeling on the bed awaiting his arrival. I don’t know what kind of game he’s playing at. Him telling me I could be his. We both know better than that. So why fill my head with nonsense and lies? The man knows I’m a sure thing.

Did I always dream of growing up to be a clubwhore for a motorcycle club? Of course not. Like most girls I dreamed of a white knight sweeping me off my feet and giving me the fairytale.

My white knight came alright only he didn’t sweep me off to our castle in the sky. He brought me to a clubhouse and left me high and dry on my ass. I managed to find my place here with the Devils Rejects. I don’t want for nothing. They take damn good care of me. I could have an apartment if I wished. They bought me a decent car. Offered to help me go back to school. I already feel indebted to them. Some days I think about moving into my own place but it’s easier to stay here. As much as I do to keep things running I’d never get to sleep in my own place anyway. Most probably think my days consist of lying on my back with my legs spread. Sometimes that is true, but I don’t just go around playing a fuck doll to whoever. Some girls do.

I don’t fuck married men. There was only one. I used to belong to Marek. He wasn’t the greatest man, but he was good to me. He didn’t treat me like he did his other whores. I wasn’t passed around.

Cupid enters the room, closing the door after him. I don’t usually bring men to my room. Cupid isn’t any other man as much as I try to lie to myself and say that he is. I don’t know how to feel about his wanting to spend the night with me in here. This is my space. My sanctuary. I decorated it the way I want it. Purple paint on the walls. A white duvet with black swirly designs. I’ve always wanted to visit Paris and have one of those giant wall stickers of the Eiffel Tower on my wall. Fancy candle sconces mounted on either side of my black headboard. I love to refurbish furniture. I have done a few pieces for some of the guys in my spare time. Like I said though, this is my space. I prefer to go to their rooms, so I can leave when I’m finished.

“Fuck you’re a sexy thing.” His lip curls into a smile as he slides his cut off and hangs it on the back of my chair. He runs a hand through his hair then pulls it back with a black band into a low knot at the nape of his neck. Next, he shrugs his shirt up over the back of his head revealing that tattoo on his chest that I love to trace with my fingertips when he’s sleeping. His jeans fall to the floor revealing his erection. All my bad thoughts. All my reservations fall away as he stalks toward me and the bed dips under his weight. “You wear this for me?” His thick rough digits tug on the trim of my black lace thong.

I gaze deeply into his eyes and smile faintly. “No, I wore them for me. They make me feel pretty.”

“You don’t need anything to make you pretty.” There’s a tender expression on his face as his fingers coil around the thin waistline of my bottoms. He jerks me forward and bites my bottom lip. His hot beer breath mingles with mine as our tongues connect, moving slow and sensual. Cupid’s grip on my black lace tightens. The fabric rips and is tossed aside. I start to yell at him because he has a bad habit of ruining my underwear. Soon I won’t have any left. He kisses me deeply as his fingers explore my body.

My body is on fire. Humming with raw primal desire. God, I do love laying with this man. Special. He makes me feel as though I am special to him.

Greedy and rough he pulls me down on the bed with him. Skillful and with ease his hands roam my body, knowing right where to touch me. His lips knowing exactly where to bite me to draw a moan from me. He makes me feel so wanted. So freaking desired.

“Fuck, MaryAnn. You’re killing me, baby. What I gotta do to make you be mine? Name it and I’ll do it.”

I breathe out his name as his thumb circles my clit, “Cupid…”

Pinching my pulsing bundle of nerves, he then smacks his other hand down on my pussy and cups my heated skin as I gasp out.

“Told you. When it’s you and me—you call me by name motherfuckin’ name.” His grip loosens, and he rubs along my seam, teasing me.

“Ryan, please.”

“Please what,” his lips hover over mine as he speaks. His voice is gravelly, and his eyes are dark. “Talk to me.”

“Don’t go throwing out promises you can’t keep to a girl like me.”

His other hand holds my face still, “I told you. You’re mine. Nobody else fucks what’s mine. You’re my favorite girl. I’ll talk to Hades once the wedding shit is over and things return to normal.” Covering my body with his, Ryan eases into me. Something is shifting between us. All his usual playfulness is gone. Replaced with something deeper that I pray is real.

I want to fall with him, but I’m scared to jump all in when nothing is guaranteed.

Chapter Four

—Cupid

One Week later

Pulling up to this bitch’s house, I almost want to keep driving but I shut off my bike and wait. I don’t even know why I invited her to come. I don’t even like her. She’s not my type. Too damn skinny for my taste. If she turns sideways she’ll disappear. I mean she’s pretty but she’s no damn MaryAnn.

I think about her luscious tits and how damn good she felt when I sank inside her just this morning, like I have every day for the past month or so. Only this past week things have felt a helluva lot more intense. I’ve not fucked her with a rubber since last week when she let me hit it bareback. Feeling her skin to skin might be a sin but I’m no saint. I can’t go back to wrapping it up and pretend I don’t love the way her hot pussy squeezes my dick, milking me completely dry.

“Hey you.” This chick comes out the door and down the driveway. Automatically I’m shaking my head. She has on a blue skintight dress and four-inch heels.

“Sweetheart, you can’t ride with me dressed like that. You need to hurry your ass up and get changed. You can tuck your shit in my saddlebag.”

Her face pinches. “We can take my car. I spent two hours on my hair and I just got my nails done.”

“You can do as I say, or you can sit your ass here at the house while I ride out.”

Her arms fold across her chest.

I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. Oh yeah. Goddamn Uno and his bitch wouldn’t shut up about it. I am doing this as a favor to that motherfucker. Now I wish I had said hell no. I fire up my bike and rev the engine getting ready to pull out when she stomps her foot and yells, “fine.”