Page 25 of Cuffed By Love

“I can’t believeyou just dragged me down twenty flights of friggin stairs,” Devin complains as we walk through the car park. I smirk, pulling him toward my car. “So…” Devin utters, staring at both our cars parked beside one another and then turns to look at me. “We’ll take my car.”

“We’ll take my car.” We say in unison, and I look up at him, and he rubs his jaw smirking. I shake my head and look at his jeep. “Devin, I can’t drive that. Let’s just take my car.” I turn and try to walk off toward my car, but he yanks me back to him.

“Tinks, we’re taking my car. It's got more space for us to climb in.” He tries to justify, but I scowl up at him when he guides me toward his car and unlocks it. “Get in,”

I stare up at him and then look at the door. I’m wearing a skirt, and I have to climb over the passenger seat to get into the driver's seat. “Actually, how about we go in from the driver's side, and you climb in first?” I suggest, and Dev frowns and exhales.

“Tinks, I’m too big to climb over the seats. Just get in the car.” I stare up at him, and he stares back for a beat before he rolls his eyes and drags me around the car toward the driver's side. “Fine.”

“In you go.” I urge him shooing him with my fingers, and Devin glares at me before he attempts to climb in through the driver's side. I bite my lip to keep from laughing when his arse hits the car's horn a couple times. I can hear him muttering under his breath. He hears me sniggering behind him when the wipers come on, and he cranes his neck to look back at me.

“Oh, are you having fun? Do you mind coming closer, maybe? You’re pulling my arm out of its fucking socket over here.” He grumbles, dragging me closer. Devin manages to throw one leg over the seat, but the other gets stuck, and he groans, trying to tug it free. “Ah, fuck, my foot is stuck.”

I laugh hysterically at the position he was stuck in. He glares at me while I cackle uncontrollably. Dev is sprawled across the seats, his legs spread wide in a manner that didn’t look too comfortable. “Stop laughing and help me free my fucking foot!”

I tried so hard to stop laughing, but it just kept coming while I tried to yank his foot free, “Ow, fuck, you’re twisting my foot, Tinks!”

“Don’t just sit there, fucking jiggle it or something.” I duck my head into the car to get a better look at his foot which was jammed between the seat and the middle panel.

“I can’t move it to jiggle it. Find the button on the side and move the seat back.” I shift back to look for the button but halt when my hair gets tangled in his belt buckle.

“Ow, shit,” I utter, lifting my eyes to try and see where my hair has gotten caught. I stare at his crotch, less than an inch from my face. My face is fucking stuffed between his legs! “No, no, no,” I mutter under my breath, and Dev looks down at me perplexed. He taps on my head.

“Sorry to interrupt the private conversation you’ve got going on with my balls, Tinks, but my foot is going numb,” Devin complains, and I groan audibly.

“I am not having a damn conversation with your—ugh, my bloody hair is tangled in your belt, idiot!” Devin sighs.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. How did you get your hair tangled in my belt, Tinks?” I roll my eyes, trying to free my hair from the clasp of his belt when he shifts, and I fall face-first into his crotch. “Whoa! Hey!’

“Stop moving!” Came my muffled reply, and he emits something that resembled a half groan, half laugh from deep in his throat. “Oh God, please just kill me now.” I pull on my hair and hiss when it sends a sharp pain through my skull. Please, please de-tangle, so I can curl up and die someplace.

“Tinks, you seriously need to get out of there.”

“Oh really? Because I’m hoping I could stay down here, I’m having a grand old time with a face full of arse and saggy balls.” I gripe hotly while I yank on my hair and curse under my breath at the hell that is my life.

“Oh, that’s not the only thing you’re going to have a face full of if you don’t hurry up.” I hear him utter amusedly, and I groan. “And my balls are not saggy, thank you very much.”

“Devin, I swear to God if you fart in my face, I will punch you, I will punch you right in the fucking nutsack!” Devin throws his head back and laughs heartily.

“Oh honey, your nose is rubbing me in all the right ways, and you’re about to have a very large companion join you down there. Ahhh, fuck!” He yelps when I pinch his thigh.

“Devin! Fucking control yourself!” I whimper, tugging desperately on my hair. “Instead of laughing, help me untangle my hair for Godsake!”

“Not so funny now, is it Tinks. You were laughing at me earlier, and look what happens. Serves you right.”

“Don’t make me bite you,” I grumble vexed, and he chuckles.

“All right, all right, let me see what you’ve done.” Devin lifts my hair to take a closer look at the tangled mess. I shift and hear him groan lowly. “Keep still, for the love of God, woman.” I cannot believe this is happening. It’s just one embarrassing moment after another with this boy. What's next? I mean, I don’t want to tempt fate, but seriously? What more can possibly go wrong? I wince and whimper when he pulls on my hair and a couple tears from the roots.

“Ouch, Devin, take it easy.”

“Do you want to stay down there?”

“Uhm, no?”

“Then bite your tongue and be quiet.” Devin retorts, trying to unbuckle his belt, but he kept yanking on my hair. I literally had tears in my eyes. My hair finally releases when his belt buckle unclasps, and I sit up and suck in a deep breath, rubbing my head where my hair has been ripped out.

“Ow.” I pout. Devin looks up at me and smirks sheepishly.

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