Page 34 of Cupid Calamity

After a block, I say, “For better or worse, huh?”

She looks up at me, and her blue eyes liquefy my insides. They’re my salvation and my ruin. “I’m not one of those fair-weather one-night stands. I’ll see my commitments through until dawn.” She steps back, kisses three fingers, crosses her heart, and holds them up like a Girl Scout pledge. I grin. No one makes me laugh. That’s my job. I’m the joker, and certainly, no one teases me. I try to beat everyone to the punch before they can find a flaw. I’ll point it out first. This creature is everything. It might not be the worst thing if she sees the worst.

“I was worried you were one of those women who’s only in this until 11 p.m. I mean if you can’t stick it out until dawn, what’s even the point?” She smiles, and I kiss her quickly, then put my forehead to hers. “Now. The restaurant is just up ahead, what’s the game plan, gorgeous?”

“Is that my pet name?”

“Not good?”

“Could use some work, seems generic.” She grins as I slide my hand into her golden hair.

“There is nothing generic about you.” She pulls my scarf to bring me closer, but that’s not something she needs to do. She has me completely tonight. I want to get swept up in the lust and the idea that this is my girl.

My card can wait. My dick can’t. I guide her to the building next door. There’s an abandoned tiny tented vestibule and large planters full of flowers and white lights arranged for Valentine’s Day. It’s as private as I need for this moment. It’s like we’re standing in one of those old-timey striped Atlantic City changing rooms on the beach. Her eyes flash desire. I take her lips, and she instantly exhales and moves closer. My hand is grasping at the buttons on her coat, and she’s opening my scarf. I tug her jacket open and finally get to see the blue dress again. This sapphire dress screams to be left on the floor by my bed. She pulls back and smiles.

“Patrick. This is”—I take my hands off her and raise an eyebrow, curious where she’s going with this—“fucking crazy. It’s nuts how much I want you. I don’t even know you, but I feel like we’re war buddies at this point.”

I put my forehead to hers. “Your foxhole or mine?” My hand goes up to her thigh and I play with the elastic top of her thigh highs. She gasps, then smiles. Her skin is so soft and inviting. I skate my hand over her inner thigh, and she bites her lip. I want to rent space between her legs for an extended vagina vacation.

I skim my hand closer to where I’m destined to be, and she moves into me, searching for friction and release. My cock is rock hard at the thought of hitching her on my hips and bouncing her up and down until we both shatter the sound barrier with our grunts and screams. Our lips don’t leave each other. We keep inventing new hot-as-fuck ways to kiss each other. Fuck. My dick is insanely hard. Her hand moves to my pants, and she finds her way just inside my waistband and ghosts the tip.

“Fuck, woman. You’re so hot. I need to touch you right fucking now. I need to make sure you’re mine tonight.”

“Um, yes. Stop teasing and get in my foxhole.” I laugh and move my hand slightly away, and she groans. Then I lightly creep my fingertips up and push one finger just inside what I know is red lace. She moans. Next, I move my fingers up and down her slit brushing her clit lightly.

I move to her ear and nip slightly. “Beautiful Sabrina, you’re quite wet. Even in this cold I can feel your warmth coat my fingers. After being such a naughty girl and dragging my glove through the streets tonight, is this how you plan to keep my hand warm?” I rim her, then push the pad of my finger slightly inside her and out again.

“Fuck, yes. That. Do more of that.” I push my thumb to her clit as I thrust two fingers quickly inside of her. She’s so wet and perfect. Her voice is rough and raw. “That. Patrick. That.”

“This? Will this make you come for me? I want to see and feel you come for me, gorgeous Sabrina.” Then I pull my hand out completely.

Her eyes are wild and dark with lust, as I’m sure mine are. She paws at me, attempting to get me back inside her. She loses her balance on the jacked-up heel. She clutches at me and almost falls through our makeshift shelter. The whole thing sways and creaks. I grab her just before she lands. She looks at me like I’m dipping her in some ridiculous ballroom dance. She laughs, and it’s literally a noise that brightens my soul. I want to hear it all the time.

“No more disasters!” I grin and lean her against a planter, away from the structure. The flowers and little lights are framing her face, and she’s breathtaking. I kiss her lightly, and she moans, then groans. I cock an eyebrow.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and she jumps back.

“No worries.” It vibrates again. She smiles that knowing grin I’m coming to really like. I ignore my phone and brush my lips over hers. She shakes her beautiful blonde hair and I pull a piece off of her lips. Then she kisses me, and it’s lusty and perfect. She moans, and I bite her bottom lip and tug a bit.

“Ouch. Fuck. Ouch.”

I pull back. I didn’t mean to cross a line.

I glance at her, and her hand and the side of her face are suddenly red and springing welts.

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SABRINA

He steps away and looks to the sky. “That is quite enough, universe. I was about to finger the most perfect foxhole I’ve come across in my vast experience. What the fuck? Can we please stop fucking with my night?! That’s enough! Is this penance for the Schlong?!” Then he turns back to me quickly. “Are you ok?”

No. This cannot be happening. I don’t have an EpiPen. Fuck. My eye tingles. Swelling shut is its next trick. I can feel the allergic reaction skate across my exposed skin. I’m only allergic to one fucking thing. In the universe. One fucking thing. My lip is swollen, and my eyes are watering.

He looks horrified, and I’ve just lost his attention for the night. I turn and look at the planter. It’s been decorated with flowers for Valentine’s Day, and it’s covered with Queen Anne’s Lace. I didn’t notice it before. I didn’t think I’d have to. Who decorates with a fucking spring and summer weed in the middle of winter in downtown Manhattan?