Page 7 of Cupid's Curse

With those words, I tumble over the brink, spiraling into nothingness as my body explodes with pleasure. I scream his name, my muscles tightening around him as the waves of ecstasy roll through me, taking every ounce of breath with them. I feel him plunge deeply, riding the waves of my release as he finds his own, filling me with a warmth that sends shivers through my entire being.

We’re both breathless, collapsing onto the bed together, our bodies tangled and slick with sweat as we try to regain our sense of reality. Kallen smiles down at me, his gaze filled with satisfied hunger, his chest rising and falling against mine.

“I knew you were fucking trouble the moment we met,” he whispers, brushing a thumb over my cheek.

And for the first time in a long time, I don’t mind being in trouble. In fact, I revel in it, and as I pull him down for anotherkiss, the night stretches before us—full of endless possibilities and untouched desires waiting to ignite once more.

I think Cupid's curse has lifted, and I can feel my lips break into a smile as Kallen wraps me into his body, my ass firmly pressed against his cock as we lie on my bed trying to catch our breath.

Skylar

Valentine’s Day evening

Awakening to the fading light of a Valentine's Day almost entirely spent asleep, I groan, my body protesting the intense workout from the previous night, every muscle throbbing and onfire from being used in ways they haven't in a long fucking time. Immediately my thoughts drift back to last night with Kallen, and a smile forces its way across my lips, making my cheeks hurt.

I look down, noticing only a thin t-shirt clinging to my chest, not even long enough to cover my naked ass or the bite marks and bruises left behind by Kallen. When I stretch, I instantly regret it; the pain from moving my body is much worse.

"Oww," I whine, swinging my legs over the edge of my bed, the blinking notification light on my phone catching my eye.

"What the fuck now?" I mumble, yanking it off the charger, which backfires when the long braided cable retaliates and smacks me right in the mouth.

I already want to go back to sleep until this day is over. Nothing good ever comes from Valentine's Day, and it's already proving to be true when I open my phone and see many missed calls and text messages from Kaleb, whose name in my phone is now shrimp dick. Not wanting to deal with his bullshit, I delete all twelve messages without even reading them. But just as they finish moving to the trash, another one pops across my screen, and the preview of the message informs me that he's on his way over so we can talk.

No, the fuck we're not.

I bolt out of bed, accepting the aching all throughout my body, and dash to my closet to quickly get dressed. Staying away from red and pink, I grab a blue lacy crop top and a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees. I don't think I've ever gotten dressed so fast. But I'll be fucking damned if I'm still here when that asshole shows up.

I apply a quick layer of mascara and eyeliner, run a brush through my hair, and brush my teeth, trying not to drip toothpaste onto my shirt. When I'm done and satisfied with my appearance, I run down the hallway, sliding in my socks acrossthe shiny hardwood floor, almost colliding with the end table near the front door.

Lucky no one is here to see me almost bust my ass.

I grab my leather jacket and step into my riding boots, just wanting to take a ride to clear my head.

Once I put my helmet on, my anxiety fades, and the nerves in my belly dissipate. I rush out of my apartment, feeling hidden from the world, but mainly knowing that even if I were to bump into Kaleb, his ass wouldn't recognize me since he never paid attention to the color of my helmet or anything for that matter.

I step into the elevator, sliding my phone in the zipper pocket in my jacket, feeling it vibrate almost instantly. But I ignore it, just wanting out of this building as fast as I can. The second the elevator doors slide open and I step off, I see Kaleb walking toward me, a bouquet of pink and red roses in his hand. I cringe, walking casually as if I'm no one to him, which, let's face it, I'm not anymore.

I walk past him and subtly turn to look over my shoulder, watching him step into the elevator with no fucking clue that it was me who just walked by him. It just goes to show how much he paid attention for the years we were together. Another reason I'm glad I walked away from his sorry ass.

The sun has fully set by the time I get to my bike, mounting it slowly because of the pain in my legs from Kallen spreading them as if I were a fucking gymnast. The growl from the engine and the vibrations against my inner thighs awaken me, putting me completely at ease as I take off in the night, the crisp wind in my hair, and the bright full moon following me as I ride.

The city lights blur into streaks of color as I accelerate, the rhythmic thump of the engine a soothing counterpoint to the throbbing ache in my muscles. The wind whips through my hair, a welcome distraction from the lingering tension of the encounter—or rather, the non-encounter—with Kaleb. He’dprobably be fucking fuming, oblivious to the fact that he just missed me. A small, wicked smile plays on my lips. Serves him fucking right.

My phone vibrates again, insistent in its silence within my jacket pocket. I ignore it, letting the speed and the freedom of the ride wash over me. The pain in my legs is a dull throb now, overshadowed by the exhilaration of the open road. The moon, a brilliant silver disc in the inky sky, seems to guide me, its light reflecting off the wet asphalt.

I ride for hours, the miles melting away beneath my wheels. The city gives way to winding country roads, the air cleaner, the silence punctuated only by the purr of my engine, and the occasional chirp of a cricket. I find a secluded spot overlooking a valley, the lights of distant houses twinkling like fallen stars. I switch off the engine, the sudden quiet almost deafening after the constant hum.

Leaning against my bike, I pull out my phone, finally checking the barrage of messages. Most are from Kaleb, increasingly frantic and desperate. One is a picture of the roses, wilting already. I delete them all without a second thought.

There's also a text from Kallen, a simple

"Evening, sleepyhead. Hope you're not too sore."

A warm feeling spreads through me, chasing away the lingering chill of the night.

I reply with a quick

Evening, fucker. Sore but happy.

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