Cuffed for Love

by Goode, Ella

  If it was a man, I wouldn’t take them, but I figure that having these two along with me might help convince the skip to get into my truck without an argument. The bar is noisy as hell and twice as dark. Neon lights flash intermittently. I show the photo to the girls.

  “Should we split up?” Joy suggests.

  “No.” I don’t want anyone rubbing up against Joy. I draw her to my side. “Stick close to me.”

  “Okay.” She gestures for Cece to come over.

  “What?” Cece says when she approaches. “Did you find your skip?”

  The two exchange a grin at Cece’s use of the lingo.

  “No.” I scan the crowd, my eyes falling on a big burly guy wearing a black leather vest. I narrow my eyes. That looks like a member of the Fewture, a one-percenter motorcycle club whose insignia is the Nazi swastika. Club Tango is not a hangout for motorcycle gangs. It’s for college kids and millennials trying to hook up with college kids. Hairs on the back of my neck start to prickle as an uneasy premonition settles on my shoulders. The skip doesn’t look like the Club Tango crowd either. My gut says I need to get Joy out of here. I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “I don’t see her. She must have left. Let’s go.”

  “Oh no. She’s right over there.” Joy points at the burly motorcycle guy. “Right by the guy with the long beard. Don’t you see?”

  I do see, and that’s the problem.

  Twelve

  Joy

  I point at the woman he’s looking for. “Maybe I should be a bounty hunter.” I tease. Dane’s eyes are focused on where the woman is, but he’s not looking at her. He’s looking at who she’s with.

  As fun as it was to find the woman, I can’t wait until we can leave this place. Cece and I look like we don’t belong here. We’re in long-sleeve shirts, jeans, and sneakers. Not that it’s stopping men from checking us out. Bars have never really been my scene.

  My skin crawls when one looks me up and down. He actually does it twice. “I thought you couldn't smoke in bars anymore.” Cece lets out a cough. I’m not too sure anyone around here cares about rules.

  It’s not long before I start to notice the women who have their attention focused on Dane. He stands taller than anyone else here. There is no missing him. I glare at one of them, pushing myself more into my man. He’s mine now, and I don’t share.

  I look away from the girl who has her eyes on Dane back to the skip. How does this even go down? The woman looks like she has been ridden hard and put back wet. I don’t like the fact that Dane will have to touch her in any way. But in the name of justice I guess I’ll allow it. Though I’m not sure this is in the name of justice. I pull out my phone and hit record.

  “You might want to go back to the car,” Dane says. “This is going to get rough.”

  “Saying that only makes us want to stay longer,” Cece chimes in. I nod in agreement. Plus I wasn't going anywhere. All of the women's eyes are on my man, and they are half naked. I bet he gets hit on all the time. Here I am making him chase me. Does he want me so much because he sees me as a challenge?

  “I don’t love this, but I know there is no winning an argument with the two of you. Just stand back.” Dane’s words bring back the problem at hand. We snake through the room of people until we get to a man who is wearing a leather looking coat with an ugly patch on the back. Then I realize it’s a vest, not a coat. We sidestep him so we can fully see the woman. She looks drunk. Her eyes are glassed over, and she seems unsteady on her feet.

  “Vicky Anderson, I’ve got to take you in.”

  “Fuck you!” she slurs. I look over to Cece and see she’s recording this too.

  “You’re not taking her anywhere. Only place she’s going tonight is my bed. You can come get her when I’m done with her.”

  I gasp. That is the grossest, meanest thing I think I’ve ever heard someone say out loud.

  “No can do. I’m taking her tonight,” Dane says, actually sounding bored.

  “Do you know who the fuck I am?” The man takes a step closer to Dane.

  “Yeah. You’re the fuckhead standing in my way of picking up my skip. Either give me the forty thousand for the skip or move your dumb ass out of my way.”

  Now I’m gaping at Dane. His tone is still lazy like he’s not scared of the guy in the weird vest thing.

  Dane is taller than him and built. The vest guy looks solid and like someone who would carry a weapon. I’m not sure one hit would take him down.

  “What did you say to me, boy?” he fires back.

  “Not your boy. Are you not understanding the words coming out of my mouth? Do I need to speak slower for you?” The guy takes a swing at Dane. I start to scream but Dane ducks and the man misses him. Dane doesn't miss him, though. He hits him twice in the stomach and finishes him off with a blow to his jaw. The man hits the ground, groaning in pain.

  “That was hot.” I think Cece is just as shocked as I am. I nod my head in agreement. That should not have turned me on, but it did. The skip starts to run. I don’t know why I do it, but I take off running after her. I grab her by the hair. She turns to hit me, but I shift my leg and sweep her leg so she falls.

  I turn to look at Dane, and I think I might be in trouble. When I glance at Cece, she gives me a thumbs-up that she caught it all. Dane bends down and cuffs the skip. She curses the whole time we lead her out to the truck.

  “Those self-defense classes paid off. You finally got to do the leg sweep thing. I bet you felt all badass when you did it.” Cece says.

  I did, and it actually worked. I don’t think Dane thinks it’s hot that I took down the woman. His whole body is tight. He puts her in the back of the truck. He lifts the center console so I can slide in next to him and Cece can sit in the passenger seat.

  The woman runs her mouth for a few more minutes, and then she passes out. The truck grows silent. You could cut the tension with a knife right now. He’s pissed. He drives to some police station, where he takes her inside.

  “He’s so pissed.” Cece says my thoughts out loud. “Don’t worry. He’s only mad because you could have gotten hurt so really it's sweet in a roundabout way.” That is true. Ten minutes later, Dane is back in the truck heading toward our place. When we get there, he snags my arm.

  “She's staying with me tonight,” he tells Cece without even asking me. I would give him lip about that, but now is not the time to push his buttons. He unlocks his door, pulling me into his place. He locks the door and resets the alarm. Before I can say anything, he’s on me, his mouth coming down on mine. This kiss is hard and intense.

  Even though he’s kissing me, I have a feeling I’m still in trouble.

  Thirteen

  Dane

  “What speed are we at?” I growl, shrugging out of my shoulder holster. Adrenaline from the fight is riding me hard. I want to hammer my cock into her until her eyes roll back.

  “Speed?” She’s dazed. I drop the holster to the floor and dive in for another kiss. Her taste is addictive, a foreshadow of what her sweet pussy will feel like. Her leg comes up around my waist. I don’t think this darling woman has any idea of how hard she cranks my engine. Being in that club, seeing all those men look at her, drove me insane.

  I had a hard time concentrating on my job when all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around her throat like a collar to show them all she belongs to me. But she doesn’t. Not yet. I haven’t claimed her yet. I haven’t branded her with my bite, my cum, my cock, and I am hungry to do so.

  My hand reaches between her legs to rub her tender cunt through her jeans. The denim is damp with her arousal.

  “Sweets, let me in,” I beg. I run a finger across the top of her waistband. She shivers and goose pimples chase my touch. Her body is ready. Hell, her body is begging for me to slam my foot against the gas and motor forward. She rocks her hips against my hard cock, wanting more of me.

  Shoving my hands under her ass, I lift her so she’s centered against my dick. The loose-fitting sweatpants do very li
ttle to keep my shaft in check. It bobs eagerly, seeking inside of her tight, wet cunt. Need throbs in my veins. I swing us around, seeking out a flat surface—any flat surface. We haven’t even made it out of the entry. There are still boxes that need unpacking, but my sofa is available. I step over a couple of crates and drop her down on the cushions.

  My hoodie and sweats come off in a second, and then I’m on my knees beside her.

  Her eyes are slumberous with long dark lashes veiling her emotions.

  “Okay?” I ask with my hands on her zipper.

  She nods, and that’s all the permission I need. I draw down her jeans and expose her bare skin.

  “You feel good, sweets?”

  “Yeah,” she says in a husky tone that goes straight to my balls.

  “You have any fantasies? Because I want to make them all come true.” I tug off her jeans.

  “Not any particular ones.” Her cheeks are pink. “How about you?”

  I don’t feel constrained by the same shyness. “Plenty. I’ve taken you so many times in my fantasies, jacked off to so many visions of you, that now when I’m faced with your delectable body I don’t really know where to start. I know I told you I was going to kiss you all over and avoid your pussy, but at this moment…” I trace the edge of the lace that rests on her hip bones. ”Your cunt’s hard to resist.” I follow the scalloped threads down between the valley of her thighs where the silk is darkened from her wetness. “You’re wet here, sweets. So wet.” I add another finger and start to rub the crotch of her panties against her swollen pussy lips.

  She inhales a shuddery breath. “That’s your fault.”

  “I take full credit and responsibility.” I part her thighs and blow a gust of air across her sensitive sex.

  She makes a sound of unmet need—high and whining. It’s hard not to strip off her panties and ram my cock so far into her pussy that she can feel my cockhead in her throat.

  I push the sodden fabric away until the rosy pussy lips are visible. Her arousal glistens on the plump folds, begging me to come and taste. I start simple, lapping at the edges, circling the tiny nub that juts out of its cave, nipping at the swollen flesh, tonguing right up to the edge of her puckered skin and then back to her tender opening. My tongue is rough and needy, but her own want is eroding her reserve. Her hands come to grip my head and hold me tight against her as if I would leave this buffet. No fucking way. I draw out her juice, filling my mouth with her. She is everything I ever wanted in this life.

  I tongue her again and again, eating at her cunt, nibbling at her clit, until her toes curl and her thighs tense and she screams out her release as waves of orgasm rip through her. Even then I don’t relent. I spread her wider, using my thumbs to give me greater access to her honeyed well.

  My cock throbs in excitement. I could push down my boxers and be inside of her before the next breath leaves her chest. Cum leaks out of my cockhead. A vision of her thick folds swallowing my dick leaves me dizzy. I bear down, eating her with more earnestness than before, wanting her to come again and again. She sobs as the wracking releases course through her. Too fast. Too fast. Too fast, shouts a tiny voice in the back of my head.

  I inhale sharply and then ease back. My girl is shaking like a leaf. Tears are leaking out the side of her eyes from the force of her orgasm. I hoist myself onto the corner of the sectional and gather her into my arms. She’s not ready to be speared yet, and that’s okay. I haven’t even taken her shirt off. Her nipples haven’t been kissed or sucked. I haven’t found all the precious places on her body that turn her on and make her knees weak.

  “Shh, sweets,” I whisper into her hair. “I’ve got you.”

  “B-b-but you?” she stammers.

  “It’s all good,” I lie. But is it really a lie? I got to taste her sweetness. I got to feel her come against my tongue and right now, I’m holding her half naked body in my lap. This is a simple pleasure I’m glad to have. Life is good.

  Fourteen

  Joy

  “Baby,” I hear someone say. I let out a groan and cover my head with the pillow. I don’t want to get up yet. “Sweets.” A kiss lands on my bare shoulder. My eyes fly open, remembering where I am. That’s not all I remember. “I have to go. I’ll be back in a few hours. Stay in bed.” He kisses my shoulder again, and moments later I hear the front door open and close.

  I sit up, realizing that I’m in Dane’s bed completely naked. The last thing I remember was being in his lap. I had been shaking and let’s not forget about the crying. He’d given me so much pleasure that I’d been brought to tears. I didn’t even realize that was possible.

  “What is wrong with me?” I say into the empty room before I fall back onto the bed. He went down on me and I cried? Cried! It wasn’t a simple tear either. I was practically sobbing. Thank God he had to leave this morning. I don’t know how I would have faced him. “What is wrong with you?” I say, talking to myself again.

  I take a deep breath before I get up. I go in search of my clothes, which I find in the living room where he stripped them off of me. I quickly get dressed, needing to get out of here before he gets back.

  His door has a handle lock and a deadbolt. I make sure that I lock the bottom part before I dart out of his place and run the few hundred feet into my own house. I hurriedly shut our door. I make sure to secure all of the locks before I lean up against it. I close my eyes and take a calming breath.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Cece asks, scaring the living crap out of me. When I look up she has a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles. “Was the sex that bad? I’ve heard that hot men tend to suck in bed because they don’t think they have to try.”

  That's not the case when it comes to Dane. He happens to be too good at it. So good in fact that I felt the need to cry. I don’t say any of those things out loud. I simply shake my head no.

  “We didn't have sex.”

  Her face scrunches. “I was sure you were gonna give it up last night.”

  I sigh, knowing that I can’t keep this from her. I can never keep anything from her no matter how embarrassing it might be. She shoves another bite of cereal into her mouth.

  “Well, I killed the mood when I burst into tears.”

  Her spoonful of cereal stops when it’s almost to her mouth. “Why the hell did you cry? Was his penis that small that it made you cry?” She smirks, and I know she’s trying to make me laugh because right now I’m in full panic mode.

  “I really like this guy. In fact, I think we need another word for it that falls between like and love. Someone should come up with that,” I huff. I walk over to the sofa, face-planting into it.

  “What did he do when you cried?” She shoves my legs off the sofa so she can sit down. I move, making room for her.

  “He held me. Told me it was okay.”

  “That’s sweet.”

  “What else could he have done? I was crying!”

  “What did he exactly do to make you cry?”

  I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, really not wanting to admit the why part but knowing it’s inevitable.

  “Out with it.”

  “I don’t know what happened. His head was between my legs giving me the best pleasure I’ve ever felt in my life. It was one orgasm after another. My legs started to shake and suddenly I burst into tears.”

  “Then what?” Her eyes are wide and she’s dying to know the rest of the story.

  “He held me. I felt bad that I didn't do anything to him. He told me it’s all cool.”

  “And then?”

  I pick up one of the throw pillows and toss it at Cece, hitting her with it. “This is a real story of my life. Not some show that you’re waiting on the edge of your seat to see the next scene.”

  “Sorry.” She stares at me, waiting for me to finish.

  “I must have passed out. I woke up naked in his bed. He said he had to be somewhere and left.” She cringes but quickly tries to hide it, but it’s too late. I already saw it. “See! It’s horrible.
I think he was hoping that I'd get up and leave and we wouldn’t have to have this weird next morning awkward chat. Instead I was snoozing away in his bed. Tired from all of the orgasms he gave me, and probably the crying wore me out too.”

  “I don’t know. He really seems into you. The way he looks at you I swear he thinks you're some goddess or something.”

  “Not anymore,” I mumble.

  “Want some good news?”

  “Please.” I’ll take anything I can get.

  “I loaded the video we got from last night inside that bar and it went viral.” I grab my phone and see she’s right. I want to delete all the comments about how hot Dane is. I decide to leave it. The more comments the better.

  “Can we get out of here? I really don’t want to be here when he gets back. I don’t want to do the whole awkward thing.”

  “Sure. Let's go walk the boardwalk. We can get some funnel cake and corndogs before we lie on the beach and get your pasty ass some sun.” I stand from the sofa to go get changed. I let out a small gasp.

  “Cece. This wasn’t the first time I’ve cried in front of him.” I put my hands over my face, remembering the spiders.

  “What else did you cry about?”

  “Let’s get our crap and swimsuits on and get out of here. I’ll tell you on the way.”

  I should have known better. The man’s job is tracking down people for a living. And it doesn't take him long to find me.

  Fifteen

  Dane

  “Are you seriously wearing that out in public?” I rip my bomber off and throw it around Joy’s bare shoulders. Someone shrieks that I have a gun, which is why I usually cover it with a jacket, but desperate times, desperate measures. Joy’s out in public with nothing more than a couple layers of tissue paper over her tits and ass.