Cupid’s job is to help find true love for others, but it's a
hard job to do when he’s in love with a man who barely acknowledges his
existence. Fighting his own desires, he
is ready to give up all emotions just to avoid the pain of not having the
respect of the one that holds his heart, let alone craving his love.
The Keepers can find their soul mates among each other, but
Cupid is young compared to the one who is meant for him. However, when violence strikes close to home
for the Keepers, Cupid is needed to help in the healing process, but only if
the soul mates acknowledge their love will the healing begin.
Is Cupid in time or will time finally run out? Leaving the one who brings couples together,
alone and emotionless for all of eternity.
Excerpt
A deep, masculine chuckle echoed
behind him and Cupid froze.
No, please, no.
“Such a satisfied grin. Do you think they’ll be as satisfied by the end of the night?”
Cupid tampered down the shiver of
lust that ran ramped through his body at the word. Satisfied.
Why did that have to sound so damn sexy coming from his unexpected
guest?
Bracing himself for the usual
wave of lust and desire, Cooper slowly turned around to face the one man on the
planet who was able to leave him breathless without even a touch.
“F-father time. I’m s-surprised to see you here,” Cupid
stuttered.
The older man smirked, arching
one fine eyebrow. “How many times do I
have to tell you, cherub? It’s
Thyme. Father Time is just one of the
many names I was given by humans.”
Cupid flushed. Not that he would admit it, but Cupid loved
the nickname Thyme had given him eons ago.
“So what are you doing here?”
“Just enjoying the view.” The wicked grin sent his way turned Cupid
inside out.
More handsome than any other man
on the planet, Thyme looked dressed to kill that night. As if the older Keeper needed any extra help
in that department, he had worn the most sinful pair of black leather pant,
firmly moulded to the man’s skin. The
top half was covered by a gray that appeared two sizes too small, which Cupid
would have appreciated more had he not been desperately trying to hide his
erection.
He cleared his throat, a little
uncomfortable at how hot he was suddenly feeling.
Who the hell turned off the air-con?
“I’ll let you get back to it
then.” Cupid went to make his way past
the older man, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
“You aren’t trying to avoid me,
are you?”
He gulped. “W-why would I do that?”
Thyme eyed him over. “Then stay, have a drink with me?”
Did the man have to answer every
question with another question? It was
damned annoying.
“I’d love to, but...ah…” Cupid wracked his brain for something,
anything to get him out of this awkward situation. Though studying Thyme showed he was in no way
affected like Cupid was. Story of
Cupid’s life. Head over heels for a man
who barely acknowledges that he exists.
“Hard at work?” Thyme offered
him.
Licking his lips, Cupid
flushed. “Yep. What can I say...Nick gives them what they
want when they’re younger…”
“And you give them exactly what
they want when they’re older?” Thyme smirked.
“Something like that.”
The Keeper of past, present, and
future took a step forward, and Cupid couldn’t be sure, but he thought Thyme’s
gaze dropped to below his waist. When
the older man chuckled, Cupid knew Thyme had seen the definite bulge behind his
jeans. Damn thing was too hard to
hide...pun intended.
Cupid’s eyes flicked back up to
Thyme’s and he suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Soulful jade-green orbs, burning with an intensity Cupid had only ever
seen in a few, and never directed toward him, stared back. Dark, almost raven hair and the frame of a linebacker,
Thyme was the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. You could even throw in arrogant and cocky as
well. There was something different
about the man who haunted his dreams tonight though. He took in the other man, body tense, almost
like he was set to pounce. Cupid
couldn’t contain the shiver at the mere thought of Thyme doing just that. But there was no way...right?
“And what is it you want?” Thyme
abruptly asked.
Cupid blinked, his mind fuzzy and
filled with lust. “Huh?”
“What is it,” Thyme raised his
hand, a single finger trailing down the front of Cupid’s shirt, “that you want
most, cherub?”
He let out a shaky breath, biting
down hard on his lip.
“Tell me.” The words were a dare, Cupid could hear
it. “You can’t, can you? You can make everyone else confront their
true feelings, but you’re too young
and afraid to deal with your own. Or are
you going to surprise me and finally grow a pair?”
Thyme stood so close, his hot
breath washing over Cupid’s face. Though
he was still smarting from the young comment, for a second, Cupid thought Thyme
might actually lean those few inches closer and kiss him. Even a simple brush of the lips. But nothing happened. When Cupid refused to bite, still caught up
in the fantasy of Thyme claiming him in anyway, the man pulled back chuckling.
“I didn’t think so.”
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