Cuffed For Love

“Baby, don’t be like that.” He pulls me into his side. “You know I want you. Everyone knows I want you. Even your own best friend is pushing for this.”

I unlock my door, and he lets himself right in. His cockiness that would have me smacking other men only turns me on when he does it.

“That Pete guy was an asshole. You know that, right?”

“Of course I do. Doesn't mean the words don’t still sting.”

“Your curves were the first thing I noticed.”

“Was that why you were a jerk the first day?”

“Not gonna lie, baby. You’re the one and only person that can get me flustered. It’s a new feeling for me.” He takes a step closer to me. I lick my lips, wondering if he’s going to kiss me. He’s the enemy, I remind myself. The enemy who saved me from a terrible date. But still the enemy.

“Would it really be so bad if you kissed me? Aren’t you supposed to keep your enemies closer?”

“I have a thing for jerks. I’m the worst when it comes to picking a guy to date. It’s embarrassing how many first dates I’ve actually been on.”

“Really don’t want to talk about other men you’ve been with.”

I roll my eyes. “Okay, Mr. Double C, putting your arm behind her chair.” I poke his chest. This time it’s me that clears the space between us.

“Fuck me. Do you always look this good when you get pissed?”

I glare at him. He only smiles bigger. “You’re the only woman I want. I went on that date to make sure dipshit Pete would keep his hands to himself.”

“I know.” I drop my head. “You proved that I want you and it worked.”

“You’re not choosing this time, baby. I’m the one choosing, and I choose you.”

I let out a small laugh. “Not sure it works that way.”

“It will,” he says before he lifts me off the floor and pins me to a wall. His mouth comes down on mine as his tongue takes what it wants, sneaking past my lips. I open for him. He rocks us so that his cock hits me just where I need it as he keeps on kissing me.

My fingers dig into his shirt, wanting more. We should be naked. In my bed with nothing between us. The thought makes me whimper with need.

“Give it to me, baby. Come for me.”

Those simple words have me coming undone in his arms. I cry out as the immense pleasure courses through me. When I’m spent, I rest my head onto his shoulder. Even though I just came, I want more.

“Take me to my room. Stay the night.” Before he can respond, one of his phones goes off. He has two, a personal one and a work one. He slowly puts me down on my feet.

“I’ve got to answer.”

“I know.” He’s not on the phone long, but I already know before he says anything that he’s not going to be able to stay.

“Fuck.” He kisses me hard this time like he’s branding me. His hand cups my sex. “No more dates.” I nod in agreement. “I’ll call when I can.” With one last kiss, he’s out the door. I was supposed to seduce him. I think he might be the one that’s seducing me.SevenDane“I saw you went on a double date last night with our instafluencer.”

I turn over the pork chops before glaring at my brother. “She’s not our anything. She’s mine.”

“Already laying claim,” calls Bells from her space on the lounger. “Do you plan to inform Joy of this or just move into her home and hope she doesn’t kick you out?”

“I hadn’t considered that move, but if it works, I promise to name our firstborn after you.”

“Even if it’s a boy?”

“Especially if it’s a boy,” I declare. Bells and Mick’s kid is a girl, and they’re naming her after Bells’ mother, Violetta, which is a fucking awesome name.

“I’m glad you got over your awkward stage. It was painful as your sister-in-law to watch you fumble the ball so badly.”

“She nearly gave birth early.” Mick nods sagely.

“One day you aren’t going to be pregnant, Bells.” I shake the tongs in her direction.

She play gasps and clasps a hand to her heart. “I am full of fear at your fury. Mick, save me.”

My brother rushes to her side and falls to his knees. “I am but a worm under your shoe, my dear. What can I do for you?”

I turn away in disgust. “This is exactly why I never visit you and why you have no friends but me.”

“We have lots of friends!” shouts Bells. “My phone is full of texts from people begging to come and visit, but I’ve turned them all away except for you, you ungrateful wretch.”

“Wretch? You spend way too much time reading the dictionary app.” I fold some foil over the meat and close the lid to the barbecue. The meat should be done in ten minutes. I set a timer on my watch and plop down into the lawn chair.