Page 10 of Cupid's Arrow

Her nails rake over my back, probably leaving deep scratches. I couldn’t care less. There’s no pain, but I almost wish there was. Maybe that would make me stop fucking her like it’s not her first time.

“I’m going to come!” Corinne moans the last word. Her pussy squeezes me impossibly tight, setting off my own orgasm. We come apart together in the most beautiful way possible. This isn’t my first time, but it’s the first time it has felt like this. I don’t know where my body ends, and hers begins.

All I know is that I never want this to be over.

7

CORINNE

“Arrow?”

My eyes fly open in time with a knock at the bedroom door. “You awake?”

My heart clenches while my body freezes in fear. Ben is here. It’s morning, and sunlight leaks through the closed curtains. We spent the night together in Arrow’s bed.

“Shit!” I hiss, panic flooding my system and setting off my pulse at an alarming speed. Of all the ways for him to find out about us, this is not it. Finding his little sister naked in bed with his best friend.

There’s only one thing to do. I scramble for the edge of the bed and roll off the side, hiding between it and the wall, holding my breath. Once I’m out of sight, Arrow clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m awake.”

The door opens, and I watch from the space under the bed as my brother steps into the room. “I’m on my way to the shop. I wanted to know if you were going to come in today.” His voice sounds normal as if he doesn’t find anything unusual about Arrow’s bed being in such a messy condition.

Oh, no—where is my shirt?I scan the floor in a panic and find it halfway under the bed, peeking out from the other side and plainly visible.Please, don’t notice it.

“I don’t think so.” Arrow sits up, his feet touching the floor before he kicks the shirt the rest of the way under the bed.Thank God.“I don’t know, man. I think I might need another couple of days before I’m ready to work.”

“I completely understand. No rush. I only wanted to be sure you know you’re welcome as soon as you’re ready.”

“Thanks. And thanks for this.” He pats the mattress, and I cringe, crossing my fingers and praying this ends quickly. The longer Ben is in here, the more chance of him knowing something is off.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do. I owe you more than I could ever repay, so you never have to worry about anything. I don’t know if Corinne told you, but you have a home here as long as you want it.”

“Thanks, brother.”

My heart forgets to beat the entire time Ben backs out of the room and closes the door. Rather than pop up right away, though, I wait for the sound of his retreating footsteps and the familiar opening and closing of the front door.

I can breathe again, and I release a sigh of relief while crawling into bed. My hip is a little sore now that I smacked it against the floor, but I’d happily withstand that discomfort over the pain of Ben finding his little sister wrapped around his best friend.

It’s not like I wasn’t already sore in that general area, anyway. I expected that after last night. The throbbing between my thighs is a welcome reminder of my dreams coming true.

“That was a close one,” I whisper, laughing shakily. Now I can settle back in and soak in the scent of him, wrap myself in it. This is where I want to be, the only place I want to be. Cocooned in his essence, in his musk, his warmth. Pressing my face to his pillow, I inhale him. It’s been so long since I first wished for this.

He flops back beside me, groaning. “Too close. I shouldn’t have let you sleep here. We can’t keep doing shit like this, Corinne.”

He can tell himself that all he wants, but I know the truth. He can’t stay away from me any more than I can stay away from him. This is how it’s meant to be. All that’s left is finding a way to break it to Ben. I have to believe all he wants is my happiness, and Arrow is my happiness. He always has been.

With one finger, I trace the new ink on his left shoulder, following the swirls, committing them to memory. “What was he talking about?” I ask, studying the lines and shading. He’s a much better artist than whoever did this work, but it isn’t half bad.

“What do you mean?” he mumbles, his other forearm covering his eyes.

“What Ben said. How he owes you so much. What did he mean?”

I know his every reaction. That’s why the sudden intake of breath and the way he goes still tell me something’s wrong. “Don’t worry about it.”

The dismissiveness stings. I want to pretend it doesn’t, but I can’t. “Don’t brush me off.”

“There are some things you don’t need to know.”

I can’t fathom how he’s able to treat me this way now after being so completely different last night. This is not the same as him pushing me away or trying to convince me we shouldn’t be together. He’s cold, uncaring.

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