Page 39 of Cupid's Contract


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“Don’t be shy. You can’t say anything I haven’t heard.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That you all… share?”

A smile flickered across his face. “Anything else?”

“Callum seems to be in charge, followed by you. I haven’t figured out Emmett and Knox’s role yet.”

He nodded, not adding any other information. “Anything else?”

My eyes bulged out of my head. Was there something else? I’m sure there was, but I couldn’t think of it right now, so I shook my head.

His hand reached across the space and grabbed mine, flipping it over and rubbing my palm. It was affectionate but also sexy. I didn’t think he was interested, but the way he acted tonight before dinner and then now… His thumbs brushed across my wrist and paused. “We are a group, a unit. Call it what you want. We share.”

He swiped this thumb across my wrist, turning me on. Was the wrist an erogenous zone, because it was making my heartbeat quicken… or maybe it was the idea of having all four men to myself. Four cocks in this aching pussy.

“How does that make you feel?”

Excited. Scared. Like a little horn toad ready to get her freak on. Is this why Callum felt uncertain? Because he didn’t think I’d be ready for this? How could I not be? These men are fucking gorgeous and they wanted me. Me!

I must have looked like a deer in headlights, because he chuckled. “You don’t have to answer right now.”

“I…” I started, then stopped. “What else aren’t you telling me?”

He nodded and dropped my hands.

This was it. The awkward elephant in the room. The one in the corner, sipping on her tea with a lace umbrella over her head, legs crossed, waiting with bated breath.

“This isn’t a long-term relationship sort of deal. We have found it’s better to only do it a few times at most, that way no one gets too emotionally attached.”

It felt like a gut punch. Did Callum think I’d turn it down because I’d want more than a bang?A world changing, mind-altering bang.One that would likely break me for all future sexual encounters. One that would be the epitome of all sexual relations for the rest of my life and one I could never talk about? I’d bang them and then have to be let out into the world, searching for the same feeling, the same height of satisfaction. It would turn me mad with lust, cycling through guy after guy, looking for what I can’t have. Send me into shady sex clubs.Not all sex clubs are shady.I agreed with myself, but how would a non-shady sex club benefit my internal monologue about me turning into a sex crazed spinster who would be broken after my encounters with them? Encounters, because I would try to push it to the very limit. He said a few. Not one or two, but a few. Few meant a small number of, but it was not an exact number and left open for interruption of the word small. Small could be three… it could also mean three hundred.If you were comparing it to three thousand.Relative.

I had to bring myself back from the brink of the cliff I was racing towards. I heard his unspoken words. Instead of stating the obvious, he tried to smooth it over, but what he really meant was so the females didn’t get attached. Why wouldn’t they? Having four desirable men to sexually ravage your body. Hell, I’m attached right now and have only had Callum tongue fuck me in the back of a car and in a makeshift changing room. Imagine what he could do if given enough space. Add in the others and actual dicks…

The elephant was now swiping hundred-dollar bills in the air with a gold chain around her neck.

“And if I want more than that?”

His lips pinched in a hard line.

“I see.” Nothing.

He leaned in close, his leg brushing the inside of mine as his hand rested on the space between my neck and cheek. “I’d love to fuck those pretty little lips of yours.” He said as his thumb pad traced over my bottom lip, pulling it down. He leaned in closer. “I, too, want to make you moan over my cock.”

I felt my breath hitch at his words, but then he pulled back.

“Here’s a document you can review. If you agree to this arrangement, you will need to sign this and then also mark the things you would like to do, not like to do and maybe like to do.”

I looked over the document, and random things caught my attention like anal, edging, and double penetration. I fought the urge to look down. It’s not like I have x-ray vision and could see my v-hole, to actually visualize two penii entering me. I call it penii even though I know it’s not a word because I feel like it should be a word. Penises sounds too sussy.

He stood up. “Take a day or so to think about it.” He chuckled. “Actually, take until the fourteenth. If you say yes, I can promise it will be a Valentine’s Day you’ll never forget.”

I stood and walked out of the room, looking over my shoulder briefly to see him staring at my ass. As I left the room, my eye contact never broke from his. He was standing there in taut perfection. Goddamn, he, too, was hot as fuck. I was going to hell.

“Just say sir and I’ll give you the goddamned world on a platter”

I only glanced at the contract one time before I got to Callum’s room. I knocked, but the door was cracked, so I poked my head in.

Mother Shitballs!