Cupids Peak

by Lee Jacquot

To those who need a feel-good holiday read to fuel their self-care time.

“If you don’t get someone to rail you within an inch of your life soon, I’m kicking you out.”

“Em, please go out there and have a good time. Take a couple of shots, make out, and please, for the love of everything, fuck that man in the gondola on the way down.”

“The only attention I ever wanted, I’m getting right now.”

“You could say I’m direct,” he finally says. “I like to say what I want, how I want it, and how they’re going to give it to me.”

“I’ve had a thing for you since freshman year when I overheard you and your sister talking about who you’d fuck-marry-kill when it came to the cast of The Breakfast Club.”

“I dare you to let me show you how obsessed I was with you ten years ago.”

“Why? Don’t want the world to see me on the most romantic day of the year with my great white buffalo? That even after all these years, I haven’t found anyone who makes me smile or laugh or feel at home the way you did?”

“I want to know you’re sure because this has been brewing for a very long time, and I intend to take everything you’re willing to give me. And I expect you to take everything I give.”

“I can switch to truth if you—” Her eyes connect with mine, the fire raging in them enough to burn my fucking soul. “Eli, so help me, if you got me spread eagle in this restaurant and don’t—”

“You’re doing so good, Mia. Can I tell you something before I have you come all over my hand?” She attempts to speak, but after the word comes out indecipherable, she nods. A smile stretches across my lips. “This belongs to me, tonight.”

“That’s it, love. I want it all. Give it to me.”

“Oh my god.” This makes me chuckle. “I don’t think he was underneath the table just now.”

Tell me, love. If I dropped to my knees right now, would you let me devour your cunt?

“Every second my hands aren’t on you, every minute my mouth has to wait to taste you, it’s torture, Mia.”

“Eyes on me, Brooks.” I smirk, drawing his chin down with my index and forefinger. “I need you to look at me when I come.”

“Look at me. I need to see my girl’s pretty face when you fall apart for me again.”

This woman is mine. And it’s time she knows it.

“What do you say, love?” “Yes. God, yes.” “There you go again.” I smirk, pushing her knees apart. “Begging someone who isn’t here. Let’s fix that.”

“My secret—my truth, Mia—is that you belong to me. Always have. Always will.”

“You want them to see you, don’t you, love? Want them to see you take every fucking inch of me?”

“You made me wait ten years for this, Mia. Ten fucking years.” “I know.”

“This is going to hurt,” he whispers, nipping at my earlobe. “And you’re going to fucking take it.”